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Hiccup + Astrid

Hiccup's P.O.V

Alvin took the pleasure of throwing me back into my cell this time. Multiple new cuts littered all over my body, some deep, some just deep enough to draw blood. I scowled at Alvin ignoring the pain. I wasn't going to let him beat me and that is enough to keep me going. He slammed the door closed and leaned against one of the bars.

"Y'know Hiccup, you wouldn't have to go through all this if you just gave me what I wanted," he explained pointing out the obvious.

"Oh I'm very aware of that choice but that would mean you'd have the advantage against Berk and that's something I never want to happen," I replied calmly.

"You sure do have a lot of trust built up with that village considering they've done nothing in an attempt to rescue you," he stated pulling an object out of a box that sat next to the cell out of my reach. I had a good looked at it and held in a gasp as I recognized my prosthetic leg.

"I know what they haven't and have done for me in that village and to be honest I never said I trust them, I don't know them well enough but, whether I trust them or not, whether they kill dragons or not I know that they are good people and you sure don't deserve take people as kind as the lot of them are," I answered slowly reaching in the darkness for a loose rock I had noticed in the wall.

"Oh ho, you sure do have a big mouth boy and having something like that in a place like this would normally grantee your death," Alvin chuckled.

Silently I dislodged the rock from the wall. It was about the size of my hand and I held it in a way so it wouldn't be noticed if you weren't looking for it. "What do you mean by 'normally would'?" I questioned pressing a hand against a wall and using the support to help me hop over to the cell door.

"You're precious, I need you alive and so I'm making an acceptation of your big mouth," he added turning the prosthetic around gently in his hands to study the design.

Now I leaned against the door with the wall to my right where my hand held the rock in a position against the wall so it looked like just another rock jutting out abnormally. "Should I be feeling flattered that you care so much?" I responded with a kind tone.

Alvin didn't reply but made a move to stand right in front of me on the other side of the bars. He narrowed his curious eyes at me and in response I offered him a lopsided smile that I attempted to make it look like it wasn't a little forced. His eyes flickered up and down and his hand slowly stroked his black beard as he thought only to himself.

"Now answer me this, how is it that a boy who grew up with dragons and never had any human interaction for 20 years, talks like us, acts like us and thinks like us?" he questioned in a hushed tone that turned the sentence into some sort of threat that had no meaning behind it.

Ignoring the wondering question of how he knew that of my past I began to pretend as if I were thinking, to provide him will a little entertainment before the real show started. "Alvin you miss understand me, I talk the same language as you but I do not talk like you, I am human and do in a way act like a normal one would but I do not act like you and although my brain may be the same shape as yours I have never and never will think  like you, like all those Vikings," I replied in a similar hushed tone although mine helped what I had said so it had more of an affect on him rather than to threaten him because that was not my goal.

Once again Alvin turned the world silent, not even the birds outside dared to sing their songs. His body was stiff and still but his eyes darted all around the cell and for a few seconds focused on me. I held my stance with an empty expression that just dared him to try and break the silence. My heart beated fast in my chest as my fingers tightened around the rock but I clenched my jaw and stared straight back at the horrid Viking that had brought so much pain to those other than me. I felt that in his cold grey eyes I could see each and every person he had tortured, destroyed a killed. Some say your eyes are the windows to your soul and if that was true then the stone that his grey eyes represented was all that remained of his soul that was once whole. It was unknown to me what had made Alvin this way but whatever it was, I'm glad I didn't have to see it.