Hooray for the BTHB card!! Can I request prisoner exchange? :3 <3
Thanks so much for the request! This isn't exactly like a traditional prisoner/hostage exchange, but I still think it fits the prompt well and I think (hope!) you'll like it! <3
First Bad Things Happen Bingo space filled! <3
What Others Choose to Sell by Emachinescat (AO3)
In which Hiccup exchanges his freedom to save Toothless, and Viggo finally gets what he wants.
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies), DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)
Words: 4,775 | Chapters: 1/1 | Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply | Category: F/M, M/M | Part 1 of Bad Things Happen Bingo
Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Astrid Hofferson, Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III | Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Astrid Hofferson, Viggo Grimborn, Mentioned Toothless
Additional Tags: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Whump, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Needs a Hug, Hurt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Kidnapped Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless Friendship, Self-Sacrificing Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, prisoner exchange, Hurt No Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Whump, Creepy Viggo Grimborn, Implied One-Sided Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Slavery, Sort Of, Inspired by Lyrics from Hadestown, Non-Consensual Touching, Bad Things Happen Bingo
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Excerpt below; read the whole fic on AO3! <3
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She couldn't keep the crack of desperation out of her voice. "How the Hel would you own Hiccup?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hiccup flinch, and panic clawed the ravaged remains of her heart.
Viggo's answer stole her breath and made her hands tremble — in rage, in fear, in heartsick sorrow. "How else does one acquire precious wares? I bought him, of course."
Astrid saw red, heard the blood rushing in her ears, felt the drumbeats of rage reverberate through her core. "That's — you can't — who the Hel—?!"
"I am a businessman, Astrid," Viggo said. He stood, sauntered over to Hiccup, and placed a heavy hand on his prisoner's shoulder; Astrid bristled, fists clenching, fingernails biting into her palms, at the way Hiccup flinched at the contact. "This is the nature of my work: I make deals, I trade, I sell, I buy. But," he added, his fingers tightening possessively on Hiccup's shoulder, "I only buy what others choose to sell." The corners of his mouth turned up into a predatory smile that sent shivers crawling down Astrid's spine and shot bolts of dread into her heart.
Viggo released Hiccup — chains clinked as he sagged in relief — and resumed his seat behind the desk. Without a word, he slid a document across the desk. With trembling fingers, Astrid took the parchment and began to read, horror sinking like an anchor in her gut. Viggo smiled with wolf's teeth and watched realization sink its poisoned teeth into her.
"Oh, didn't you know?" Viggo asked, his face a furnace of hunger and triumph. He leaned forward, drinking in Astrid's despair and Hiccup's terror and resignation. "He signed the deal himself."
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