Genuine Night Fury Of A Woman

Written in Ink, Signed in Blood by Emachinescat (AO3)

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Johann forces Hiccup to write his own ransom note at knifepoint.

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies), DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)

Words: 2,907 | Chapters: 1/1 | Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply | Category: Gen | Part 3 of Bad Things Happen Bingo, Part 24 of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Hurt

Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Johann (How to Train Your Dragon)

Additional Tags: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Whump, Kidnapped Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hurt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hostage Situations, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Hair-pulling, Knives, Blood, Panic, Threats of Violence, Threats of torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Ransom, ransom note, Angst

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Hiccup stared down at the blank piece of parchment on the table before him, heart pounding and stomach twisting. "I'm sorry," he said, somehow managing to keep his voice steady despite the unease curdling in his gut. "You want me to what?"

"You heard me, Master Hiccup," Johann snarled, tightening his grip on Hiccup's right wrist and pushing the arm slightly higher up his back. Hiccup couldn't stop a sharp inhale as pain lanced from his wrist to his shoulder. Johann's satisfied chuckle rode on the wings of the warm breath ghosting the back of his prisoner's neck.

Motion to the left caught the corner of Hiccup's eye; with a flick of Johann's wrist, a wickedly sharp dagger appeared from his sleeve. Panic flared and Hiccup tried to twist away from the approaching weapon, but Johann's fingers squeezed his wrist so tightly that pain sparked to his elbow and his fingers started to go numb.

The razor edge of the knife, warm from Johann's body heat, kissed the delicate skin of Hiccup's throat. Breath caught in his chest and terror screamed through him, freezing his blood and stalling his heart as the knife bit, so sharp he hardly felt the skin break. He did feel the droplet of blood trickle down his neck and nestle in the hollow of his throat, and his heart slammed back into motion, fast and desperate and loud, his pulse the beat of war drums in his ears. He wanted to bolt out of the chair he'd been forced into, shove the table away, and run. But they had taken his prosthetic leg and chained his right ankle to a table leg.

Food: chicken alfredo pizza