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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Hiccup_x_Alvin, Hiccup_x_Excellinor
  Character:
      Hiccup, Alvin_the_Treacherous, Excellinor_the_Witch
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, noncon, dubcon, Stockholm_Syndrom, major_character_deaths
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      Published: 2015-10-23 Words: 3744
****** An Unexpected Victory ******
by Jettara1
Summary
     AU/What if? Alvcup week prompt. Rated MA. What if Alvin became the
     King of the Wilderwest and decided to take Hiccup as his consort and
     personal slave? With no memories of who he is can Hiccup remain true
     to himself or become victim to Alvin and the witch Excellinor's cruel
     and twisted desires? MA, CONTAINS, NONCON, DUBCON, MAJOR CHARACTER
     DEATHS and STOCKHOLM SYNDROM
An Unexpected Victory
AU/What if? Alvcup entry
 
Warning: minor spoilers from Book 12 but with a different outcome. Trigger
warnings, rape and sexual abuse.
It seemed the little brat always made a last minute save but this time he was
too late. This time he was too late. He stumbled into the derelict of a castle,
bruised and tattered, one side of his body swollen from the poison of venomous
dragons and limping so badly it was a miracle he could walk at all. Nonetheless
his presence held power and everyone fell silent upon his arrival, Dragon
marked and Alvinmen alike. Even the mighty Guardians were stunned to see him
and two immediately grabbed the boy, surprised someone so young and frail had
made it past their brethren and the Dragon Rebellion.
“Release him!” Stoick yelled from the back, echoed by his wife and members of
their tribe but it was too late. Alvin was king and this boy could no longer
stop him.
“Hold him fast,” Alvin instructed the Guardians as he moved to his dragon.
“He’s a sneaky little rat. If he tries to escape or anyone attempts to get near
him kill him in the most painful way then all the Dragon Mark.” Ah it was good
to be king.
The battle against the Dragon Furious didn’t take long once the Dragon Jewel
was in play. Alvin didn’t even bother to actually fight the beast he simply
smashed the jewel and released the plague within and that was the end of the
Dragon Rebellion and every last dragon in the known world. It effected those
closest to the where the jewel broke, the Dragon Furious being the first of
course but like all plagues it spread quickly, like a swarm of killer bees
striking down everything it their path. Of course this enraged the Dragon
Marked, those who had fought to save the dragons and follow young Hiccup but
what was most surprising was the confusion that filled the Hiccup boy when
Alvin returned. Alvin expected hurt and defiance in those bright emerald eyes
but they seemed somehow void, not the same…almost too innocent after all that
had happened in the last four years.
“Now to make sure this little rat causes us no more trouble,” Excellinor
hissed, spreading her fingers wide to rake her poison tip iron claws over the
boy’s throat.
Alvin caught her wrist less than an inch from that dirty swan like throat. “No,
look at him, does he seem off to you?”
She regarded him for only a moment. “Doesn’t matter. A rat is still a rat.”
“Aye, but I’ve decided to make my first decree as king,” he proclaimed. And
what a decree it was. He decreed young Hiccup was his to do with as he pleased
and to make sure everyone knew he was not to be taken lightly made an example
of the boy. He crushed the boy’s mouth his, biting his lips and forcing his
tongue down his swan like throat in what was sure to have been the boy’s first
kiss, dominating his mouth before he tore the tattered clothing from his small
frame and tied him to the throne he seemed so fearful of. There were protests
from all who witnessed this, all except Excellinor who watched with a cruel
gleam in her pale, pale eyes. When Hiccup didn’t fight or call out to his
tribesmen for help Alvin knew then his hunch was right…Hiccup was not himself,
he had no memory of who he was or those around him. He did try fighting though.
He kicked and struggled and cried out but there was no stopping Alvin now.
Alvin made Hiccup pay for everything he had done to him, for his lost limps and
countless failures. He made the boy scream and cry as he tore away his
innocence and showed him what his future had in store for him. And when Stoick
and Valhallarama tried to save their boy Alvin did not hesitate to run the
former Hooligan chief through with the Stormblade still firmly attached to the
stump of his right arm while the witch Excellinor did the same to Valhallrama
from behind. The normally two great warriors had been so distraught over their
son’s virtue that they failed to defend themselves. The rest of the Dragon
Marked were just as easily dispatched by the Alvinsmen, only those swearing
loyalty to their new king being spared.
Alvin’s coronation was one filled with blood and death and the screams of the
boy who now never been king.
That was two years ago. Two hard long years that was spent rebuilding the City
of Tomorrow and ruling the Archipelago with an iron fist. Alvin had never felt
so accomplished. Yes, it was hard work. There were no dragons left, all of them
having died out with the plague but he now had plenty of slaves to do his
bidding. Ug the Uglithug, Norbert the Nutjob and Madguts the Murderous had
their warriors travelling further and further south capturing new slaves to
replace those that died that there was never a shortage. Everything was as he
imagined and perhaps even better.
Hiccup had become his crown jewel. Whatever had happened to him that fateful
day had wiped his memory. Oh he was still a handful, often finding his backbone
at the worst possible times but a good spanking often cleared that and if it
didn’t well…the old witch had her fun with him.
Excellinor still thought of the boy as a rat and tended to treat him as such
but she had discovered a rather unconventional use for him.
“The rabble still thinks he’s some sort of gift from the gods,” she explained
to Alvin over dinner one night. “Even the Alvinsmen look at him in awe when you
bring him out among the masses. If you plan on keeping him then make him useful
and not just as a sheath for your cock, boy.”
This conversation had happened many times and never reached an agreement. Over
the years Alvin had developed a bit of an attachment to the boy and he was not
one for sharing even if it was his mother. “He already serves as my personal
slave, cleans my chambers and washes my clothing. I’m not letting him out of
this castle without me.”
She gave a snort. “I’m not talking about letting him out I’m talking about
putting him to some good use.”
“And serving me is not good enough?”
“He’s your sex toy, boy,” she hissed. She tapped her long iron nails on the
table waiting for Alvin to give her due attention. “I’m not a young woman,
Alvin. My years in captivity has aged me horribly but I’ve found something that
may be able to reverse that or haven’t you noticed the effects that boy has had
on you?”
His hairless brows bunched and wooden nose twitched. “What effect? I’m
perfectly fine.”
“And in better shape than you’ve been in years. The warts are fading and you’ve
got color back. How is that possibly if not for your choice of lovers?”
He only glared at her in obvious confusion.
“The boy was blessed by the gods and Grimbeard himself. I have no doubt that
his seed holds what I want.” Her pale and wrinkled face twisted into a cruel
smile. “Imagine what people would pay for the Elixir of Life? There is a potion
made using the seed of a young man and who better than your pet?”
“I’m not sharing.”
“You will if you want to keep you kingdom rich and well fed. You can’t run an
empire without money, child. And we have the one thing everyone powerful
warlord wants,” she purred, her voice becoming sweet. “I won’t hurt your toy,
dear, I just want to milk some juices from him and see if it works.”
It turned out “milking” Hiccup was more like torturing the now sixteen year
old. Excellinor would usher Hiccup into her personal kitchen/workspace, tied
his arms behind his back and forcibly give him head, suckling on his prick as
if it were some juicy treat, making him squirm and wiggle and plead for her to
stop. She always bit him, trying to coax his juices out but it had been many
years since she had a lover and knew little about arousing anyone. Sometimes
she would be exceptionally cruel and force him on all fours with a large bowl
under his groin and shove an oiled tapper in and out of his tight little ass,
desperately trying to find that little bundle of nerves that would make him
harden and finally cum. It was trial and error and Hiccup suffered greatly
until she found what she was looking for. Usually there was a lot more blood
than cum but that was the problem with trial and error but eventually she did
get it right and sure enough once word got out that there was an elixir meant
to make one look younger and live longer every chieftain or those with status
and wealth were after it. The fact the seed of the once great Dragon Whisperer
was mixed it sales were almost impossible to keep up with and soon Alvin’s
empire grew in wealth.
Alvin offered on more than once to help milk the boy, not liking the damage
caused to Hiccup’s anal canal when the witch got carried away but she insisted
that the cum and blood had to be pure and come from Hiccup alone, she refused
to let it be contaminated.
“Please…please make her stop,” Hiccup begged as Alvin led him for another
session. His small hands wrapped around Alvin’s good wrist and he pulled
backwards, showing the first hint of true defiance in years. “I can’t do it
again.”
Alvin yanked him back into his rightful place at his side. “Then don’t resist
so much. Instead of making her do it, do it yourself,” he spat, disgusted when
the boy got whiny like this. He hadn’t caused such a fuss since becoming his
consort, not even in public displays. “Take the tapper and ride the bloody
thing. The faster you cum the faster she’ll leave you alone.” And he wasn’t
saying this just because he wanted some much needed time with his pet but
because he had gone through much the same at Hiccup’s age when he was taken to
Rome by his mother. That was a memory he didn’t want to keep.
The boy made a pained face but calmed down. “Does it really work? My…eh…seed?
Does it make people younger?”
Alvin shrugged. “All I know for certain boy is that I’ve never felt as good as
when I do when I’m with you…especially after suckling that pretty little prick
of yours.” He gave a toothy grin and squeezed the boy’s tender ass which was a
lovely shade of purple. Hiccup rarely wore clothing in this section of the
castle and his body was littered in bruises, bites and scratches all from the
witch. “I’m sure those who drink the elixir must feel the same to keep buying
it. You’re doing your king a great favor, Hiccup.”
The boy swallowed hard, his bright eyes teary as they were each time he was
forced into one of these sessions. “Yes, my lord.”
Alvin always loved the way his Hiccup addressed him since becoming in pet. “And
if you do a good job I’ll give you a special treat.”
That brought a shy little smile to the boy. “Yes, sir.”
Treats were always something special.
It turned out taking Alvin’s advice saved the boy a great deal of pain and
suffering. It took a few moments of fear and hesitation as Hiccup went about
the usual routine of lubing the tapper under the witch’s watchful gaze and then
setting up the bowl. Then he knelt down and impaled himself when Alvin said it
was time. There was something about watching a youth fuck himself into a
frenzy. With the witch only watching rather than tormenting him, Hiccup was
able to forget he had an audience and listen to Alvin’s commands and touch his
body where he needed to and when to bring himself to completion faster and
harder than the brutality inflected on him by Excellinor.
“That’s right, boy, touch that pretty little prick. Pull it, pet. That’s right,
show Daddy what you like,” Alvin purred, his own manhood growing hard and needy
as he watched the youth. “Go a little faster. There we go, almost there.”
Hiccup whimpered and babbled nonsensical gibberish, possibly old Dragonese
until he back arched and head fell back and he came powerfully.
Excellinor cursed and hurried to redirect Hiccup’s seed into the bowl. “Don’t
waste it, rat,” she hissed, grabbing his length and milking the rest out of
him. “Fine, you’ve made your point, Alvin, but will not have him wasting his
nectar. We’re making good money. He has dragon blood in him and that is worth a
fortune to us. He either does it properly or we go back to my way.”
Alvin rolled his eyes. “Yes, mother.”
“Now take him and do what you want,” she hissed, already turning her back on
them to set to work.
Alvin may have been king but Excellinor ruled and so the moment she dismissed
them Alvin grabbed Hiccup’s arm and dragged the wobbling youth out of the
dimming lit room and to his favorite place to have his fun with his pet. Hiccup
had a rather amusing fear and dislike for Grimbeard’s throne. He refused to sit
on it unless forced. Maybe it was because that was where Alvin took his
innocence before all the tribes of the Archipelago or maybe it was the ghost of
their ancestor who’s blood still stained it and was Hiccup’s namesake. Whatever
the reason Alvin enjoyed the throne the most, especially if there was a
possibility of an audience.
Undoing his trousers Alvin let them fall to his knees before gesturing to his
semi-hard erection. He gestured to it with his hook. “Alright, pet, we’re going
dry today…unless you feel like giving a decent blowjob.”
A cute expression passed over Hiccup’s face. He chewed his lower for a moment
then taking Alvin’s hips in his small hands he knelt before his lord and looked
directly at the tool that often brought him pain and pleasure at night. It
never hurt half as much as what the witch did to him. He started slowly just as
he was taught, nuzzling the hot flesh and kissing it, worshipping it the way
Alvin liked him to. One hand wrapped around the base and pumped gently as
Hiccup licked at the hairless testicles hanging low and swollen beneath. He
kissed and licked every inch before moving back up to take the tip of Alvin’s
cock into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked deeply to harden the
man’s length more. Alvin’s groans excited him and he sucked harder, wanting to
taste his seed as bad as every seemed to want Hiccup’s and he got his wish when
hot salty cum shot into the back of his throat nearly making him gag.
Thankfully he swallowed.
Cum dribbled over his chin when his master grabbed his hair and yanked him to
his feet. They kissed as they had so long ago, with passion and fire, Alvin
dominating Hiccup, reminding him who his king was and where he stood in the
chain of his rule, a consort, a slave to sex and pain and need, to sensations
that only Alvin could give either by pounding into his slight frame or by
simple words of instructions when he wanted to watch Hiccup pleasure himself
for his entertainment.
When Alvin pulled away he gazed down at his boy, wondering as he often did if
things would have been different had he made Hiccup his that day they first met
and went in search of Grimbeard’s treasure. Would they have been enemies for so
long? Would Hiccup being standing at his side now as an equal, as a partner
instead of this half a boy, a child with no memory of who he was or why he was
so important to so many? Why people were flocking just for a taste of him, the
dragon boy, the boy who once spoke to dragons and held the blood of one within
him? Or so the rumors went. A part of Alvin missed the old Hiccup who had
outwitted him so often even though this submissive one was far more enjoyable.
He cupped the boy’s cheek with one good hand, his thumb brushing just under his
eye. “I never thought I’d ever become attach to anyone as much as I have you.
Not love…no, I don’t know love, but there’s always been something special about
you and I will never let you go.”
Hiccup looked up confused. “I don’t want to leave,” he answered, his eyes wide
and questioning and it took Alvin a moment to remember that this was all Hiccup
really knew. He had no memory of his life before losing his memory. He knew
about dragons but didn’t understand his connection to them. All he knew was his
name and that Alvin was his Master and Excellinor the witch his Mistress whom
he feared more than anything. There were no more Hooligans, no more dragons,
nothing that could show him a world outside what Alvin gave him.
Alvin grinned and kissed his brow. “And so you won’t,” he promised. He pressed
a kiss to Hiccup’s brow then turned the boy around so that he was facing the
throne and grasping the back for support. Then with practised ease he slid
inside his consort, the boy nice and loose from riding the tapper. His
movements were slow and gentle, created by years of getting to know this small
body and its tight, seductive center. He knew what made Hiccup squirm and
wrath, wiggle and push back. He knew every sound the boy made, the moans the
begged for more, the cries that said he was close and the sharp gasps for
breath when Alvin was going to hard or deep and the boy had become too timid to
complain about just as Hiccup knew what turned Alvin on such as preforming
before him and did not often need to be told when to touch himself.
“Please…please, My King, harder,” Hiccup begged pushing back only to have his
ass slapped, a sound that seemed to filled the throne room.
“Do we demand stuff from our king, boy?” Alvin purred in his ear, enjoying the
way Hiccup begged.
Hiccup whimpered but it wasn’t in pain but excitement. Alvin spent the first
year training Hiccup that pain and pleasure could be the same and making him
crave both…as long as it didn’t come from Excellinor. “Alvin, please!”
Another hard slap to the other cheek, a sign to prepared the boy for a much
faster and harder pace. Alvin’s hips piston forward and even with one ivory leg
he was about to keep a good pace, shoving his length in and out of his boy
while Hiccup pushed back, meeting every thrust and moan and crying and begging
for more, receiving a slap each and every time that only made him push back all
the more.
“Touch yourself, pet. Make your mark,” Alvin purred, wanting Hiccup to cum with
him and to shower the throne with cum to mask the ancient bloodstains and make
it their own.
It didn’t take much. Hiccup was super sensitive and sometimes all it took were
a few caresses to make him come undone. The boy came with a with a cry, his
back arching into Alvin’s, his channel tightening and rippling as his seed
spilled over the throne. Alvin came with a roar, thrusting deep and hard,
pumping his seed into that delightfully tight hole and filling his belly with
hot sticky cum.
The boy went slack in his arms and very carefully, almost relevantly, Alvin
lowered Hiccup onto the throne so that he was sitting. Sure he was exhausted
and covered in bruises, bites, scratches and cum but in many ways he looked
regal in that throne and had things been different he would have been king
rather than Alvin. Sometimes it was fun to think of the role reversal and so
Alvin bowed before the would be king, elegant and reserved, his mangled body
hidden under layers or royal robes, and he took Hiccup’s limp and cum soaked
cock between his lips. Unlike Excellinor, Alvin took enjoyment from the morsel
of meat in his mouth and suckled gently, coaxing another round of Hiccup’s seed
from him rather than forcing it. Long knobby fingers pressed against Alvin’s
bald head, pushing him tighter to his groin and thrusting up into his mouth
until he came. Not as powerful as before but enough to give Alvin a lovely
taste in his mouth.
Hiccup may not have become king but to anyone who did not know who he truly was
he was treated as royalty. In public he was richly clothed, the elixir made
from his seed making Alvin’s new empire rich and more powerful than any in
northern Europe. He was well schooled and doted upon by his master, never
having a need or care other than to pleasure Alvin and keep the witch happy. He
never regained his memories and the battle for the King’s Things became barely
more than an unpleasant dream. And that was how Alvin and the with Excellinor
kept it, sheltering Hiccup from the realities of how things came to be, how
Hiccup should have been the rightful king for all that belonged to Alvin
rightfully belonged to him first. For regardless of who held the title the King
of the Wilderwest did rule Tomorrow and all of the Archipelago for while Alvin
was king Hiccup whispered in his ear at night when darkness ruled and the witch
took flight. He whispers stories of long ago, of freedom and adventure and
dragons and things that once were but could not be remembered for even memories
lost often found their way back in the form of dreams that faded in the
daylight. For a king is always a king with or without a crown.
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