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“Why do you have us here?!” Astrid demanded to know for what felt like the umpteenth time. She was scared, and everyone knew it, but she wanted to hide it anyway, cover it with anger.
They were all scared. Who wouldn’t be in their situation?
The Dragon Riders had been captured by none other than Viggo Grimborn, and were in a cell, chained to the ceiling so they were all standing. Snotlout had to stand on the tips of his toes to feel any sort of comfortable.
What was worse?
They were naked. Their clothes had been violently stripped from them and thrown into a pile in the corner, despite the way they’d fought. The only good thing was that Viggo had ordered the guards who had done so to leave, and had even dismissed Ryker, who seemed to have wanted to see whatever show this would be.
“Patience, Astrid,” Viggo said in a voice so calm it irritated her, stopping his pacing to stand in front of her. He looked her up and down in a way that made her try to cover herself despite the chains. He was leering. She’d seen him look at Hiccup like that before.
Viggo, however, didn’t touch her like she expected him to. He went back to pacing in front of them. Then, he stopped in the center, a few feet back, folding his hands behind his back. He was smirking like he was playing some great game that they didn’t know about. Really, he probably was.
“Now, imagine, if you will—”
“Let us go!” Snotlout cried. He was taking a break from standing on the tips of his toes, grimacing in pain at the pull on his arms. Astrid winced for him.
“Snotlout, don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt?” Viggo asked, tone haughty. “Now where was I?” He brushed off imaginary dust from his armor. “Ah, yes. Imagine, if you will, that your leader desires you.”
Astrid and the other Riders exchanged glances. What was Viggo doing?
“Desires us how?” Fishlegs dared to ask. Astrid wanted to tell him to be quiet. Now he was a participant of this game. Whatever was going on, she wouldn’t play.
“Sexually,” Viggo responded. He looked to Hiccup, as did the rest of the Riders. His face was terribly red, and he wasn’t meeting anyone’s gaze. He was chained up at the very front of the line, and had his head turned away, hair hiding some of his face.
“Hiccup…?” Ruffnut asked.
“No, no,” Viggo said. “I wasn’t finished. Now, your leader desires you sexually, yes? What would he do with that power, do you think?” He turned to Tuffnut, met his gaze, and Tuffnut shrank back under the power in those dark brown eyes.
“Tuffnut, you’d like his cock, wouldn’t you?” Viggo asked. Astrid felt disgust curl her lip… and her stomach. Why was Viggo fantasizing out loud about them?
“You’re disgusting!” Tuffnut spat, voicing what they all must have been thinking.
Viggo chuckled. “No, I’m alluring,” he corrected.
Astrid didn’t understand his game. How could he think outwardly fantasizing about them like this was alluring? He was trying to make them join in!
“Yes,” Viggo purred, continuing on. “I imagine Hiccup’s cock being very nice when it’s all firm and erect.” He licked his lips, looking briefly at the body part in mention. “Tuffnut—” His gaze was now back on him— “just imagine it pushing past your rim and into your wanting body. He’d probably touch your cock while doing it. Soft, gentle.”
Tuffnut made a growling sound in his throat, and Astrid couldn’t tell if it was one of anger or arousal. Quite possibly: both. A quick glance downward showed that he was becoming erect.
“Or perhaps he’d go rough on you,” Viggo pondered. “A release after a long day of leading. A way to relax, using your body.”
“Hiccup would never!” Tuffnut snarled, and the rest of the Riders gave sounds of agreement.
Viggo burst out laughing. It was the loudest Astrid had ever heard him laugh. He even bent double, slapped his thigh.
“What’s this lunatic on about?!” Snotlout cried, now standing on his toes again.
“You don’t know then?” Viggo asked between little bursts of laughter. He was practically giggling .
“Know what?” Astrid demanded, gritting her teeth.
Viggo smiled deeply. “Hiccup, do you want to tell them, or shall I?”
Hiccup made a grunting sound, lowered his head, trying to hide his red face in his hair. Other than that, there was no response.
“Oh, you’re giving me the treat of telling them? Excellent!” Viggo clapped his hands together, turned to the rest of the Riders. “Your leader is attracted to you.”
Those words were met with confusion. Which one of them was he attracted to? Astrid guessed it was probably her, but—
“ All of you,” Viggo added, noticing their confusion. “Hiccup Haddock wants all of you.”
The Riders were looking at each other, blinking in confusion, unsure of what to say.
“Hiccup?” Astrid asked gently. She hadn’t spoken to him yet. “Is this true?”
Hiccup heaved in a deep breath as if he was about to plunge into freezing water, and met her gaze. There was torment in those beautiful green eyes.
“Yes,” he choked out. “It’s-it’s true.”
Viggo smiled, looking absolutely delighted with the situation.
“Now, Hiccup, do you want to have a go at them, or shall I?”
Spit flew as Hiccup snarled at Viggo, baring his teeth. “ Don’t touch them! ”
“I will touch whomever I please in whatever way I please,” Viggo said. “I was just wondering if you wanted a turn before I get my hands all over them.”
Astrid was breathing fast, feeling like she was being strangled. Her vision blurred with rage and terror. She was being faced with molestation and rape, as were the rest of the Riders. Oh… oh gods. She’d never thought something like that would ever happen to her . That was something that only happened to other people that were decidedly not her or her friends. It was a selfish thought, but it was how she felt.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Hiccup shouted. He was struggling against his chains now, as were some of the other Riders. Astrid found that she couldn’t struggle. She’d always thought she would if it ever came to this, but she was frozen, staring at the floor of the ship.
Viggo stormed up to him, slapped him hard across the face. Hiccup cried out and stumbled, but the chains held him upright.
“You will watch everything I do to them,” Viggo said, voice calm in a way that made Astrid’s insides slither.
“Or what?” Hiccup asked, bravely meeting his gaze.
“Or you leave them to me all alone,” Viggo responded. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have that, would you? You’d rather be with them.”
Hiccup swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, and nodded.
“Good.”
Viggo turned that cold, dominating gaze on Astrid, who was chained beside Hiccup. Her blood turned to ice in her veins.
“Astrid, I’m sure you’ve thought about Hiccup, yes? He is beautiful, as are you. It would only make sense.”
“I’m… I’m not telling you…” Astrid couldn’t finish. Her chest hurt.
“Imagine him touching your breasts,” Viggo said. He came up to her, and she flinched as he did just that, cupping one in each huge hand. She moaned in distress, squirming and trying to get away despite the way she was chained. “Would he be gentle? Hard?”
Astrid closed her eyes and turned her head away. The other Riders had fallen silent. She was angry at them for them not vocally coming to her defense, but really, she shouldn’t have been. This was becoming traumatizing for all of them.
“Then he’d travel his hands lower.” Viggo let one hand trail over her stomach, down towards her pelvis. Astrid’s chest was heaving and her teeth were tightly clenched together. She kept her eyes closed, wishing that if she didn’t see it, then it wasn’t really happening.
But it was happening. Viggo was purring words into her ears while touching her. His voice had become low and lusty, and she hated to say that it was making her wet, heating a fire in her core.
“He’d eat you out, wouldn’t he?” Viggo asked. Astrid yelped, but then clenched her jaw again when Viggo put a hand between her legs and fingered her clit. She tried twisting, turning, closing her legs, but nothing worked to get rid of his touch. And oh gods, her body liked it. The traitor!
“Yes, I’m sure someone like him would,” he went on, rubbing at her clit. He slipped two fingers into her almost casually, like this was a completely normal thing he was doing. Astrid gasped, tilted her head back, her eyes still closed. She was desperate to look at was being done to her, but the part of her that wanted to deny that any of this was happening was much stronger.
“His tongue would be so hot against you,” Viggo said, fingering her gently. Astrid was glad it was gentle, as she had never had sex before. Her hymen was no longer in tact from all the dragon riding, but she wasn’t used to penetration.
“And wet . He’d lap at your clit till you’re writhing in pleasure.” He thumbed at the little nub, making her cry out in pleasure. The slow movement of his fingers was starting to feel good too.
Astrid could hardly hear Viggo’s words as he continued. Something about Hiccup getting his cock in her and fucking her slowly, so slowly. Is that what was happening now? Oh gods, her body was filled with so much pleasure that she felt like she was going to burst…
And she did.
With a shout, Astrid reached her climax, cumming into Viggo’s coaxing hands. He worked her through the high, and she writhed madly, bucking her hips, wanting more, more .
But then it was too much, and all she wanted him to do was stop .
A sob of relief left her throat when Viggo relinquished her from his touch. She was crying, she realized, tears running hot down her cheeks.
Oh…
Her friends had seen all that. Hiccup had seen all that. They’d seen her be pleasured against her will by Viggo, with her body acting like it was the best thing that had ever happened to it.
Flushing red in shame, wishing she could just disappear through the floor, Astrid lowered her head. Viggo was licking at his fingers as if she was a delicacy.
Viggo’s gaze turned on Tuffnut, who stood beside Astrid. Then it was Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Snotlout. He’d wanted the twins separated. It would make this all the more horrific for them.
This had been his game the whole time. Molest them with his words and his hands and make them climax against their will.
Astrid could hardly hear as Viggo began speaking to Tuffnut. He wasn’t touching him yet—thank the gods—but he probably would soon. She dared a glance at Hiccup, who didn’t seem to know where to look: Astrid, who was breaking, or Tuffnut, who was being broken?
“I’m okay,” Astrid mouthed at Hiccup. She wanted him to feel like he could support Tuffnut somehow. She didn’t want him to worry about her. It was a lie, of course, and surely he knew it, but those small words changed where he looked.
Astrid hung her head as Viggo spun a tale for her friend next to her. He wasn’t touching him. Yet. She was sure he probably would. Tuffnut was making barely-suppressed whining noises and slowly moving his hips, frustration clear in the clenching of his teeth and the tightening of his muscles. He was trying to hold himself back from enjoying what was happening. It wasn’t his fault. It was entirely the fault of the man speaking sickening words before him.
“Do you think Hiccup’s kinky?” Viggo asked, pondering to himself and the entire room. He stroked his beard, smiling at Tuffnut. “Are you kinky, Tuffnut?”
“Shut up!” Tuffnut roared. He was struggling in his chains, hips now desperately bucking.
“I feel like you’d like breath play,” Viggo mused aloud to Tuffnut. “One of Hiccup’s beautiful hands around your throat as he fucks you…”
That seemed to do it for Tuffnut. He shouted, and, without even being touched, he came. Viggo stepped back so the substance wouldn’t get on his clothes. Tuffnut looked at the ceiling, made a quiet whimpering noise that was loud in the deathly silence of the cell.
Fishlegs looked ready to scream when Viggo turned to him with that disgusting smile of his. He wasn’t pulling at his chains, but was outwardly trembling.
A sob escaped Hiccup.
“ Please ,” he begged, crying louder now. “Please stop .”
Viggo laughed. “Hiccup, my dear, I’m afraid there is no way to stop me. There’s no bargaining or begging you can do that will change this.” He shrugged. “Besides, I like you begging.”
“Take me!” Hiccup shouted. “Please, please! Leave my friends alone and take me! ”
Viggo inhaled deeply through his nose, eyes shut. It was him trying to keep his cool.
“As much as I would love to take you, especially in front of your friends, now is not the right time.” Viggo shook his head. “I’m sure I will get another opportunity.”
And his attention was sadly brought back to Fishlegs. Astrid was so anxious and worried that her whole body was burning. Her breaths were coming quick and she felt like she could hardly breathe. Her chest was tightening, like there was a fist around her lungs.
Not Fishlegs . He couldn’t . Fishlegs was, arguably, the most gentle of their group, and the most soft. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it meant he wouldn’t be able to endure something like this.
But… then again… had Astrid really endured it? Or was she now smashed to bits?
“Fishlegs, good to see you,” Viggo started with a greeting.
Fishlegs’ eyes narrowed despite the way he was trembling.
“If you touch me, I swear I’ll—”
“Then I won’t touch you,” Viggo interrupted with a smirk.
And so he began to weave his fantasies, voice smooth and rich as freshly-churned cream. Fishlegs turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. Astrid felt like she was going to be sick from witnessing this after her own assault.
Viggo, of course, spoke of Hiccup. Instead, he talked about Fishlegs taking Hiccup, rather than the other way around. That seemed to do it for Fishlegs. Astrid couldn’t help but notice that he had an erection, and his cock was rather large, the biggest out of all the Riders. She had guessed at it, but really shouldn’t have this information. She felt like she too was violating him watching this.
Fishlegs was panting when Viggo finished the scene, unconsciously gyrating his hips.
“Oh, that didn’t do it for you?” Viggo asked. “Hm…” He stroked his beard again, clearly thinking.
“I have an idea.” Now that devilish smirk was back on his face. “Would Snotlout be able to handle you?”
“What?” Fishlegs gasped out.
“I need not repeat myself.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“But what if Snotlout wanted you to?” Viggo questioned. He was looking at Snotlout now, eyes completely grazing over Ruffnut for the time being.
“I think, perhaps, he’d break a little under you,” Viggo said. He hummed in pleasure at the discomfort of the Dragon Riders, especially that of Fishlegs and Snotlout. “But Snotlout would probably enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Snotlout?”
“Shut up, creep!” Snotlout yelled. Or, it sounded like he tried to. His words came out weak, broken.
Viggo laughed. “You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Fishlegs? You’re always holding yourself back, not using your full strength, not fulfilling your own desires. What if Snotlout just let you go at him ?”
Fishlegs whined.
“You could crush him in your arms if you wanted.”
Another whine. Astrid was flabbergasted. How did Viggo know their deepest secrets? How could he read them so well?
Viggo continued to talk of how Fishlegs would take Snotlout, hard and unforgiving. He kept his promise of not touching him, but he didn’t need to. He climaxed at just his words.
Astrid had never felt sicker in her life. Fuck nearly dying from the Scourge of Odin—this was much worse.
Then Viggo turned on Ruffnut, who was baring her teeth at him. Though, she tried to shrink back in her chains when he took a step forward.
“Ruffnut, I imagine that you like women, correct?”
“How… did you know?” Ruffnut’s question was an admittance.
“You make it too obvious,” Viggo responded with a chuckle. “You like Hiccup a lot too, don’t you?”
“ Fuck. Off. ”
“Hm, no, I don’t think I will.” He stroked his beard, thinking. “I bet you’d like double penetration,” Viggo said, starting his horrible routine. “Astrid and Hiccup taking you at once.”
Astrid’s mouth fell open at the mention of her name. Had she thought of Ruffnut in that way? Maybe a little bit, but Viggo speaking of it while they were all here at his mercy? Gods, she was horrified.
Ruffnut had made a small whimpering sound, which Viggo laughed at.
“I don’t think you’ll be tough to crack at all,” he said. “Though, you might like this.” He came forward and touched her breasts. “Small, but I can’t really imagine you with bigger breasts.”
Ruffnut tried her best to bite him, but any part of him she could bite was out of range. She was thrashing, snarling, spit flying.
“Oh, you’re fierce!” Viggo leaned close, said into her ear: “I like that.”
“Where was I?” he asked, completely ignoring how Ruffnut was fighting him. Her strength was nothing compared to his. Astrid had never felt more helpless in her life, watching her friends go through this after she’d gone through the same.
“Ah, yes, Hiccup and Astrid. You’d get to touch Astrid’s breasts, and she’d kiss you, rubbing at your clit. Who would you ride, and who would you let take you from behind? I figure riding Hiccup’s cock would be nice. Your cunt would be so full, to the point of agony, but you like pain, Ruffnut. I know you do.”
He was rubbing at her breasts as he said all this, pinching at her nipples. Ruffnut had lost her fighting spirit, was instead arching into him. The sight sickened Astrid, but she didn’t blame Ruffnut for this reaction, remembering how it had felt for Viggo to touch her own breasts.
Ruffnut was whining and moaning quietly, and her hips rubbed against Viggo’s groin. He was surely restraining himself from taking any of them, surely aroused himself. Astrid hated that her body was still aroused, that it was still buzzing from her orgasm.
Viggo went on, and Astrid couldn’t listen anymore, her anger and arousal growing, fighting each other in her body for dominance. All she could do was burn.
Ruffnut came with a loud yell, body arching desperately into Viggo. He didn’t touch her between her legs at all, which seemed to be driving her mad. She was crying.
He let go of her with a sigh when her climax was over. Though, he did give one more tweak of a hard, sensitive nipple, and she squealed.
Viggo set his sights on Snotlout, who couldn’t struggle against his chains, as he was too busy trying to keep himself up.
“You couldn’t have given me longer chains?”
“My apologies, dear Snotlout,” Viggo said disingenuously. “It was all I had. Perhaps next time?”
“There won’t be a next time!” Astrid shouted, losing her temper. Rage boiled over.
“Oh? You’re so sure of that?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you ,” Astrid seethed, eyes narrowed in hatred. She’d never thought a human being could feel this much hate without destroying themselves, but she was already destroyed: let the hate come.
“Ah, sure you will.” Viggo was acting as if her anger was a joke, and she despised it. He went back to ignoring her, turning his gaze on Snotlout.
“Now, Snotlout, I’m sure Hiccup’s not alone in liking everyone in your group. I see it. You want all of them. You want to be taken and spit on and degraded, ground to nothingness under someone’s boot.”
“I-I don’t…” Snotlout couldn’t find words. Astrid couldn’t blame him. She’d been speechless in the wake of Viggo’s horrible lust.
Viggo came forward, stuck a hand between Snotlout’s legs. Snotlout yelped, tried to draw back, but the short reach of the chains wouldn’t allow him to.
“You’re quite small,” Viggo commented. “Oh, that’s making you harder? You really do like degradation, don’t you?”
Having figured this out, Viggo went on. “You want a cock in your ass, don’t you, you useless, pathetic slut? All you’re good for is to be fucked.” He was rubbing Snotlout’s cock while doing this, eliciting loud moans and tears from the man.
Astrid couldn’t listen as Viggo continued. He called Snotlout despicable things. The word argr left his lips. It was so horrible she thought she would vomit. Fishlegs was dry heaving, and the rest of the Riders looked white and green.
It didn’t take much to get Snotlout to cum, especially with Viggo touching his cock. Once Viggo let go of him, he was nothing but a sobbing mess.
Viggo wiped his hands together, then clasped them behind him, coming once again to the front of the group. They all looked at him, despairing, horrified. What would he possibly do to them next? Was he done with them for now? Astrid could only hope.
“Hiccup, I’m sure you want a turn, yes?”
Hiccup looked away.
“Ah, you’ll get your pleasure. I promise.”
Viggo was smiling so wide he showed his slightly crooked teeth. “That was fabulous,” he said. “Wondrous. But, I’m not done with you all.”
The Riders moaned and groaned and cried at this, a cacophony of anguish. They couldn’t take anymore. What was he going to do?
Viggo patted the table behind him, which Astrid had entirely ignored. Now, though, she was focused on it, and she noticed an ornate wooden box on it. Viggo turned and reached for it, then opened it and showed it all to them. It contained exactly six syringes filled with an unknown liquid.
“You’re drugging us?” Ruffnut asked incredulously. Though, they’d all been mentally raped by him, in a way. There shouldn’t be any incredulity. “Why?”
“Oh, you’ll understand once you feel it.” Viggo grinned. He set the box down on the table, then pulled a syringe free. “Who wants to go first?”
Hiccup and Astrid shouted at the same time. Hiccup wanted to protect his friends if he possibly could, and Astrid probably felt the same way. Hiccup would be drugged first, if he had it his way.
“Oh, so eager.” Viggo stepped over to Hiccup and Astrid. Astrid was visibly trembling, probably with both fear and rage. Hiccup felt horrible inside, his guts all twisted up with horror and sickness at what was happening to them. “So, which one of you should have it first?”
“Me,” Astrid got out before Hiccup could.
Hiccup gave her a sharp look. “Astrid, please let it be me.” He looked at Viggo, hoping he was glaring, but knowing he was not. His eyes were probably big and pleading rather than narrowed and angry.
But oh the anger he felt. He couldn’t recall a time where he’d ever felt this much rage. It made him want to kill, and that was something he was very against. But the thought of sliding a blade across Viggo’s throat…
“Viggo, please,” Hiccup begged. It couldn’t be anything but begging. “I-I’ll go first.”
Viggo seemed to be pleased by this development. “Very well, then.”
Astrid and the rest of the Riders tried to protest as Viggo came near Hiccup with the syringe. Gods, he was terrified. What was he about to be injected with, and could he somehow keep Viggo from doing it to his friends?
Hiccup wished he had the fight in him to bite Viggo when he reached forward and grabbed his jaw, but he just let him do it, let him tilt his head to the side to expose the veins in his neck. He gasped when the needle went in. Whatever drug was in it burned as Viggo pressed down the plunger.
“See, you have to administer it slowly,” Viggo said. “Wouldn’t want to burst the vein with all of that, now would you?”
Hiccup groaned at the pain, but was left gasping in relief once Viggo finally pulled away.
The drug’s effects were almost instantaneous. Hiccup could feel it burning through his body, setting him alight with…
Desire.
Oh…
Oh gods…
It was an aphrodisiac.
“Why?” Hiccup gasped out. He was steadily growing erect, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chains, wishing he could hide himself.
Viggo was watching with a sickening type of pleasure.
“I want a show,” he responded. He went to get another syringe, finally done with staring at Hiccup’s naked and aroused body. “I may partake a little, if you all don’t mind.”
“A-a show?” Fishlegs asked in a squeak.
Viggo went to Astrid, a new syringe in hand. She bared her teeth at him as if she was going to rip his throat out with them. Honestly, Hiccup would have loved to see that.
“I just injected your dear leader here with an aphrodisiac,” Viggo explained, gesturing to Hiccup. “And I’m about to do the same to all of you. I’ll unchain you and let you all have a go at each other.”
“Not in front of you!” Ruffnut cried.
Hiccup wanted to agree with her, but he could feel the aphrodisiac working fast. He was panting, cock absolutely aching, beginning to drip precum. He felt that if he didn’t fuck someone right at this instant he was going to simply drop dead.
It wasn’t him. Not at all. It was the drug, and he tried to remind himself of that, tried to fight it off as he watched Astrid be injected, then Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Snotlout. Snotlout and Fishlegs took it the worst, as they were both rather terrified of needles.
Pupils blown wide, Hiccup looked to the rest of the Riders, at their naked bodies that were ready to have sex. Oh gods, he’d wanted this for so long. To just… just have them and enjoy them.
This isn’t you, Hiccup! He scolded himself. Snap out of it!
But he couldn’t.
Hiccup sighed in relief as Viggo came back over to him. They were all still chained, so maybe Viggo would give him the pleasure he so desperately needed.
Instead, the man withdrew a key from his belt and reached up to unlock Hiccup’s manacles. Hiccup nearly jumped at him when he did, but instead he just stood there, unsure of what to do. He had his opportunity. He could kill him right now.
He didn’t try. No. He didn’t try because he wanted the rest of his friends released first so he could have their backup.
That’s what he was telling himself, anyway. It had nothing to do with Viggo’s plan for watching them have an orgy. Nothing at all.
Viggo released the Riders one by one. All of them just stood there awkwardly.
Tuffnut was the first to give in. He was on Snotlout in a flash, grabbing, kissing, humping him.
And Snotlout didn’t protest. Instead, he tackled Tuffnut to the floor.
Viggo was laughing at the Riders losing their control. He picked something up from the table—a jar—and tossed it to Astrid, who caught it nimbly. “You might want to use some of that.”
Hiccup tried so desperately to keep himself from doing anything, from touching any of his friends. This wasn’t consent, not when they were all drugged. How could it be?
But Tuffnut and Snotlout rolling around on the floor humping each other were not helping the situation. Hiccup could hear their breath, their desperate groans.
It was Astrid who moved first. She was grabbing at Hiccup’s shoulder, spinning him towards her, and kissing him. He put his hands on her shoulders to shove her away, but instead found his fingers clamping down.
And he kissed back. Her lips were luscious and wanting and everything he’d ever wanted and more. He moaned in satisfaction and need, found his hands running from her shoulders, down her back, to her ass.
“Hey!” Snotlout cried. He was near them now, standing, Tuffnut hanging on his arm. “Give us some of that!” He snatched the jar from Astrid, who was hardly paying attention to it, uncorked it, and sniffed. “Oil!”
There was laughter, but Hiccup couldn’t tell who it was from. He’d forgotten about their sole audience member, instead kissing and groping at Astrid, who was doing the same to him.
“Let me get in there,” Ruffnut said, hands landing on Hiccup’s shoulders from behind. Astrid let her, and released Hiccup’s lips from her hold.
Hiccup tilted his neck for Ruffnut as she kissed at his ear and down along his jaw, breathing a contented sigh. And oh gods, one of Ruffnut’s hands was wrapping around to grasp at his cock. His knees shook at her touch. Finally, finally!
Curious, Hiccup opened his eyes to find that Fishlegs had joined Snotlout and Tuffnut. He was getting his cock sucked by Snotlout, while Tuffnut already had fingers in Snotlout.
Thinking that touching anyone’s genitals was a marvelous idea, Hiccup reached a hand down between Astrid’s legs. He felt at the coarse hair over her pelvis, then went lower, finding a little nub hidden in folds of flesh. That had to be her clit, so he rubbed at it, and was rewarded with a cry from her and hungry kisses pressed to his collarbone.
Hiccup moaned loudly as Ruffnut stroked his cock almost furiously. Luckily he was already slick with his own precum, so the attention didn’t hurt.
He didn’t know when they ended up on the floor, but eventually Astrid was on top of him with him splayed on his back. His cock was at her slit, and he was quite literally drooling in anticipation.
Astrid hissed, groaned, then tossed her head back as she pushed him into her. Fuck, she looked beautiful like this, like the most enrapturing creature Hiccup had ever seen.
He didn’t get to look for long though, because Ruffnut took it upon herself to sit on his face.
“Don’t leave me out of this!” Ruffnut cried.
Hiccup didn’t know what to do at first. He was so overwhelmed by sensation that he couldn’t think. But, did he have to think to have sex? Perhaps not.
Astrid started bouncing on him, and Hiccup cried out into Ruffnut’s cunt, which sent a shudder of pleasure through her body.
“Put your mouth to use,” Ruffnut ordered. She was bossy during sex apparently. He couldn’t blame her, not with how aroused all of them were.
Hiccup tried his very best at eating out Ruffnut while Astrid rode his cock. Pleasure thrummed hot and deep through his body, nearly reminding him of the time he’d been struck by lightning.
Astrid and Ruffnut’s voices were so beautiful as they moaned and cried out together, both drawing pleasure from Hiccup’s body. He didn’t mind at all.
Then there were the sounds of the other three. He wished he could get a look at what they were doing, because whatever it was it sounded good . Fishlegs was grunting, Tuffnut was yelling, and was Snotlout sobbing?
The sounds of his Riders’ pleasure was like a wonderful ballad to his ears. It just made everything so wonderful.
Hiccup felt himself reaching his end. There was a tiny, quiet thought in the back of his head that he should ask Astrid permission before releasing into her, but there was no time, especially not with the way Ruffnut was grinding on his face.
He came with a jolt, arching his hips, clawing at Ruffnut’s ass and thighs. The women were undulating on top of him, touching each other as they rode him. Ruffnut gave him room and breath to scream. He had his head tossed back, his body begging for more, more .
Hiccup knew he had a refractory period, knew that he would go flaccid eventually, but for now, that wasn’t happening. It just felt like his body wanted more of this somehow.
“Ladies, I hope you don’t mind me using your fearless leader for a moment.”
That voice nearly snapped Hiccup back to reality. Nearly . He was so filled with desire that he could hardly figure out who was speaking.
Astrid and Ruffnut protested, and Hiccup didn’t know if it was because they wanted to protect him, or if they wanted to continue using him themselves. However, it wasn’t long before they got off of him and Hiccup was being dragged to his knees.
His face was met with a spiked belt.
Viggo.
Memory tried to return to him. Viggo had drugged them. They weren’t doing this of their own free will.
And Viggo clearly wanted his cock in Hiccup’s mouth.
Hiccup began to pull away, but Viggo took him by the jaw with one hand, undoing his belt with the other. Hiccup felt trapped, trapped by Viggo, by the drug running rampant through his body.
His friends weren’t coming to help him. He tried glancing over his shoulder, but Viggo held him firmly.
“No help will be coming from your friends,” he purred. “They’re a little too busy with each other.”
Hiccup wanted to make more protests, wanted to bite Viggo, but his whole body was shaking. He felt like if he wasn’t given pleasure soon, it would be over for him.
“I’ll let you get back to them after this,” Viggo said, pulling his cock from his pants. “You seem to be enjoying them quite immensely.”
That gave Hiccup incentive. He grabbed at Viggo’s cock with one hand and stuck the head of it in his mouth. He was big— really big—and Hiccup had never sucked someone off before, but he was eager to do it now that he knew what would be coming after. Mm… what if one of his friends could take him instead of the other way around?
Hiccup moaned around Viggo as he stuck his hands in his hair. All the while, he fantasized about his Riders. He could hear them all fucking each other, hear their sounds of pleasure, and his cock was burning . He’d never felt pain like this before. He needed them.
Hiccup grew more frantic, trying to set the pace of Viggo’s thrusting into his mouth. Viggo suddenly hissed and pulled away. Hiccup must have accidentally employed his teeth.
“Ah, I see how much you want them.” He ruffled Hiccup’s hair, then gestured to the orgy. “You may return to them, though I’ll be joining.”
Hiccup had no qualms about that last part. He didn’t know if he’d even actually heard it. All he’d heard was that he could return to his friends.
Drooling, Hiccup scampered off to join the orgy. The current status of it was Fishlegs fucking Snotlout, and the twins fucking Astrid. Hiccup didn’t know where to insert himself.
He didn’t stand around for long though. He was quickly grabbing Tuffnut and whipping him towards him, planting a kiss on his mouth. He’d kissed Tuffnut before—it was somewhere in his memory—but never like this, never with this kind of wanton passion.
Tuffnut got the idea and went scrambling for the oil. It wasn’t long before Hiccup was on all fours with Tuffnut kneeling behind him. There was movement, but Hiccup didn’t care to look. All that mattered right now was the way Tuffnut was smearing oil over his rim.
He was moaning incredibly loudly, unable to help himself. Masturbation had never made him feel this good before, and he’d had no refractory period.
Tuffnut inserted two long fingers, and Hiccup cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure. He expected there to be some resistance from his body, as he’d never done this before, but there was none. Just friction and pleasure that made him see stars in his vision.
More movement. A yell. Hiccup found himself looking towards it this time, and saw that Viggo had Astrid on all fours, his cock in her mouth, while Ruffnut worked fingers in and out of her, rubbing her own clit with her other hand.
Disgust rose up in him for a brief moment, but reality broke in two when Tuffnut found his prostate. Hiccup screamed . He’d never felt anything so good before!
“Tuff, Tuff!” Hiccup cried out. “Fuck me! Just fuck me!” He was desperate, so, so desperate.
Tuffnut was quick to listen to him, and Hiccup bowed his head and closed his eyes when his cock entered him. It hurt due to minimal stretching beforehand, but not a single part of Hiccup cared. All his body cared about was that there was pleasure too, and that he was full .
Hiccup lost sense of everything around him as Tuffnut fucked him hard and fast, clearly desperate for him as well. The Riders were moving, switching partners, switching positions, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was the beautiful cock in his ass.
He’d lost track of Viggo as well. In fact, he was back to forgetting that he even existed.
He came. Or, he thought he came. That must be what that mind-shattering pleasure was, right?
Hiccup blacked out for a moment, came to on the floor with Tuffnut’s cum dripping down his thighs, his own spattered on his stomach, the tastes of Ruffnut and Viggo in his mouth.
It sounded like the other Dragon Riders were finishing up. Hiccup couldn’t get himself to stand, so he just rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling in stunned bliss and disbelief.
Eventually, they all ended up on the floor, entangled in each other, all trying to breathe and recover.
Applause broke Hiccup from the numbness in his mind. He turned to look, saw Viggo standing there in front of them, his cock put away and belt returned to its former place, clapping. He was clapping.
And then Hiccup felt the pain in the side of his neck. Drugged. He’d been drugged. They’d all been drugged.
He suddenly wanted to throw himself at Viggo and tear at his throat with his teeth. He wanted to scream. He wanted to defend his Riders to his very last breath.
But he was too weak.
Viggo smiled down at them, and his friends seemed to be coming to their senses as well. The drug had run its course.
“That was beautiful, darlings,” Viggo said. He gestured to their clothes, piled in the corner of the room. “I’ll leave you to dress. Your dragons will be ready for you.”
Silence enveloped the cell once Viggo left. Hiccup couldn’t bear to meet his friends’ eyes, but he made himself do it anyway.
Horror was deep in all of them, rendering them all speechless.
All except for Fishlegs, who murmured into the silence: “What have we done?”
Viggo hadn’t been lying about their dragons being ready for them. He was setting them free. Hiccup didn’t know why, and he didn’t care to ask. He just wanted to be as far from Viggo as possible.
He could still taste the saltiness of his precum in his mouth.
Toothless made no sound as Hiccup went to mount him. The other dragons were silent as well, sensing that something was terribly wrong. Better to get out of here and check on their Riders later.
Viggo grabbed Hiccup before he could get on Toothless, and Hiccup was so tired out from the drug and from what they’d done that he just let it happen, even as despair broke open in his chest.
“Thank you for that, my dear Hiccup.” He kissed him on the mouth. Hiccup didn’t even want to bite him now. He had no fight left in him.
The kiss didn’t last long, and once it was over, Viggo was releasing him and letting him mount Toothless. He did so with a groan, hurting from Tuffnut’s less-than-gentle attentions.
“Take care!” Viggo called once Hiccup and the Riders took flight. He waved, smiling, and Hiccup nearly told Toothless to shoot him.
But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He was too exhausted.
Instead, he just looked ahead towards the dawn, his friends falling into formation around him.
The whole flight back to Dragon’s Edge was entirely silent. Not a single one of them tried to speak. They went through the motions once they got back, unsaddling their dragons, setting a fire in the stove in the clubhouse, and went about making breakfast.
Hiccup wasn’t hungry. He just stared at the plate of eggs and bacon in front of him once it was served. They’d all helped cook this time, when usually it was only two or three of them doing it.
Sitting hurt. His limbs felt as heavy as boulders.
Sickened, overcome with sorrow, Hiccup pushed his plate away and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders shook with a sob that had no sound.
His fault.
This was all his fault. They’d gotten captured because of him, and Viggo had toyed with them like they were there for his personal entertainment. They had been his personal entertainment.
“I’m sorry!” Hiccup shouted, the first words any of them had heard in hours. “I’m so sorry!”
“Hiccup, it’s—”
“Don’t say it’s okay, Snotlout!” Hiccup snapped, pulling his head up and giving him a sharp look. “It’s not! It’s not!” He stood, began pacing, tugging at his mussed hair. Toothless made a concerned cooing noise and tried to go up to him.
Hiccup, too distraught to even think of comfort, gently pushed him away. Looking hurt, but understanding, Toothless went to a corner and sat, watching closely. When his friend eventually needed him, he’d be there.
But now, Hiccup felt like he deserved no one, that comfort was not for him. He just paced and paced. Hair came out in his hands.
“I should’ve… I should’ve killed him!” Hiccup yelled. He stopped his pacing, flinging clumps of bloody hair down onto the floor. He didn’t care about the pain in his scalp. How could he?
“Hiccup, we were helpless,” Ruffnut said quietly. “It’s… it’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault.”
Hiccup’s eyes filled with tears, and he suddenly couldn’t see. “But you’re my responsibility,” he choked out. “I…” Viggo had ruined this for him, but he felt like he needed to say it anyway. “I love you.”
“We love you too, Hiccup,” Fishlegs put gently, honestly. “We don’t want you to blame yourself.”
“But we violated each other,” Hiccup pointed out. “We were all drugged . How… how can we even look at each other?!”
“Hiccup, you said it yourself.” Astrid wiped a hand over her mouth. She must have still tasted Viggo. Hiccup did himself, and in fact, had no idea if he’d used any of his Riders to finish. The thought that that had happened under his watch made him sick . “We were drugged. It’s all his fault, not yours or ours.”
Hiccup supposed he couldn’t argue with that. He couldn’t argue with the sad and forlorn faces looking back at him, the faces of those he loved. He dropped his hands, looking at the blood under his fingernails. It might as well have been theirs.
“Did he… you know…?” Hiccup couldn’t say the words. If he moved, he’d vomit. He closed his eyes and kept his head lowered.
“Yeah,” Astrid responded hoarsely. She was just as horrified as the rest of them. How could she not be? Their emotional fortitude had been met with cruel brutality, and they’d all lost.
“Hiccup, come sit with us,” Tuffnut said after a time. “Come eat.”
Hiccup looked down at his bloodied hands. He wished it was Viggo’s blood rather than his own. Viggo deserved it.
Without a word, Hiccup gestured to Toothless to follow him, and he left the clubhouse, feeling like his very soul had been sucked out of him.