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     By this point Jack knew well enough to hold on to his seat with both hands when they landed. He was rewarded by not flying into the wall when the ship met the landing pad with enough force that he thought the whole pad might break from its supports and fall to the planet’s surface. Hiccup wished him what felt like a less than heartfelt goodbye and began rooting around the cockpit, causing Jack to roll his eyes. “Oh genius captain, you haven’t opened the hatch yet, not to mention you blew it half to hell with that trap of yours, so I doubt if the console will get it open. So as much as I’d enjoy getting on with my business – and believe me, in about a minute I’ll open the hatch with my foot – I’m kind of stuck in your rockskipper.”      Jack pried his hands from the seat and stood before making his way to the back of the cockpit. “Besides, you haven’t even told me where to go looking for that face fixer, you know? I don’t really want to spend any more time around these cretins than I have to.”

Hiccup’s head perked up from somewhere next to the main console, where he was rooting through some rubbish. 

“Right.” He got up and slapped a button on the console, expecting full well the hatch wouldn’t open. He was right. “Damnit. Okay, you were looking for Logon, he’s at the Railroad Market. That’s past customs, just keep going straight and its the first market you hit.” Hiccup fiddled with a few more buttons, but a offended beep persisted.

“Damnit. Outer hatch-lock is definitely not opening. Inner one should be fine if you use the emergency lever next to the door. Now where in the solar system is my bag...”

The Nebula’s Arc

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Fighting For Freedom - 2

Based on an RP with @frostbitten-pooka-roo, turned into fic format for your convenience. Read from the start HERE.

Warnings: Blood / Jack gets whipped Also on AO3

Chapter 2 - Punishment

That very same night, after the guests had settled in properly, was the banquet. The newly gifted slaves were immediately put to use; they had to be ‘shown off’ after all. The newly chosen sex slave had the ‘honor’ of serving the King himself, kneeling besides the throne whenever he was not needed to serve food or drink to him, or the ones directly around him. Music filled the grand hall, and round after round of delicious food was served, alternated with performances from the best bards and jongleurs, and even a fire-spitter who almost set the roof on fire.

Remembering Hiccup’s words of agreement and mutual respect, Jack decided to try and behave for once on Hiccup’s behalf, and the King had left Jack’s mouthpiece in his room. Drago was still exchanging pleasantries with Hiccup, and the King wished he’d get down to business. He rather had the serious conversations during the dinner instead of hours and hours into the night.

Meanwhile, Jack did his job well, remaining quiet and serving his new master food and drink as well as the guests closest to him. Jack still wore his cuffs and draping silks. He knew how to tease, walking gracefully with a slight sway in his hips, his posture straight and elegant. He knew he was on display and he didn't want to disappoint after all.  Besides, it was fun to tease the other guests, knowing they couldn't touch him. Daring a glance at his old Master, Jack was pleased to realize that Drago seemed surprised by Jack's good behavior, and Jack knew that only fueled the envy within Drago that Jack was no longer his.  

When he wasn't serving, Jack knelt on a pillow on the floor by Hiccup's feet, leaning slightly against the throne as he let one pale leg relax out, the silks riding up his leg a bit.  Jack entertained himself by watching the various guests throughout the Great Hall, remaining quiet and polite.

That is, until a loud clatter sounded over on the side and Jack jumped slightly. All eyes turned to one of the guests,  a Lord, who had stood up and loomed over his own slave which now cowered into a frog bow under him.  Jack's eyes widened and he felt a pang of pity for the slave and anger at the Lord.  

"You clumsy, stupid fool!" The Lord scolded his slave, gesturing to the spilled platter of wine goblets.  "Look how you've embarrassed me!" He hissed and reached down, fisting his hand into the young slave boys hair. He yanked him up before striking him hard across the face.  The slave boy yelped and cowered but before the Lord could hit him again, Jack was on his feet.

"Hey, asshole!" he yelled out loudly. He addressed the Lord with an angry glare, staring him down without fear.  The whole room was shocked into silence and the Lord stared at Jack in disbelief.  Jack just glared back angrily.  

"Next time maybe get you and your friends your own damn drinks,” Jack growled loudly.

Not a single word was said in the whole great hall. Even the dogs had gone quiet. The Lord in question was staring at Jack in a very fish-like manner, his mouth opening and closing without producing any sound. Drago was the first to find his voice.

“YOU INSOLENT DOG!” he roared. Drago turned to Hiccup with a distinct ‘I told you so’ look on his face.

The insulted Lord completely forgot about his own slave and stomped over to Jack, hand on his sword. Thankfully the other lords at his side stopped him from actually drawing a weapon, or it the evening would have been even messier than that wedding at the Frey’s. Jack did not even flinch, glaring at the Lord.

“I will cut your throat!” the Lord yelled at Jack. Bludvist held up a hand to calm him - and possibly keep him from insulting the King.

As Drago and the Lord seemed to burst with rage, Jack stood his ground firmly, glaring at them both, unafraid of his fate.  He knew he would be punished but he could not just sit there while a fellow slave, one younger than him, take such treatment.  He would gladly take the blunt of the punishment and hold their anger's attention if it meant he could spare that for someone else.

“Calm down, my lord,” Bludvist said with a sickeningly sweet voice to his angered companion. “I’m sure our Majesty will punish this piece of slave-filth accordingly.” He gave Jack a Look, just so the slave knew exactly how pleased Drago was with this.

Meanwhile, Hiccup was having some trouble recovering from a heart attack. What in Gods’ names was Jack thinking?! He’d been so well behaved! Hiccup realized he was gaping at Drago and Jack, and his mouth snapped shut. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, naturally, my lords. This is unacceptable. Please, forgive me, this slave is not yet properly trained. I shall see to it that he is punished accordingly.” Hiccup hoped that they would be satisfied with this, but he feared they would want to see blood.

Jack glanced at Hiccup with a frown, knowing Hiccup's attempt at satisfying the others with mere words would not do; they wanted proof. Jack feeling was right and stared back at the Lord defiantly, glaring at him as the Lord shook his head at Hiccup and huffed angrily.  

"I'm sorry your Majesty, but that will not do," the Lord growled. Drago nodded in agreement and all eyes seemed to turn to Hiccup for his decision which public punishment would best suit Jack.  

Jack didn't look at Hiccup but looked to the slave he had distracted the anger away from, the young boy staring at him in shock and gratitude. That made it worth it to Jack. Hiccup did not fail to notice this, and it broke his heart. He averted his gaze.

“To the courtyard with him,” the King ordered coldly. “Fifteen strikes with the whip.” A servant went away to fetch the executioner who would perform the whipping. “I invite you to join me in the courtyard, my lords, to witness the punishment.”

Jack heard Hiccup's decision but he offered a small smile to the slave boy before two of Hiccup's guards grabbed Jack's arms roughly and escorted him out to the courtyard.  The guests of the banquet followed, all muttering about themselves.  Drago and the offended Lord followed as well, eager to see the punishment.

Hiccup’s expression was carefully blank as they walked outside to hide his inner turmoil. He sympathized with Jack, he really did… but he had no choice. The slave was dragged up onto a platform for all to see and his cuffed wrists were chained above his head to the tall sturdy beam he was facing.  He breathed a slow breath, closing his eyes a moment as he mentally prepared for the punishment.  The executioner arrived shortly after and stepped up behind Jack, grabbing his fine blue silks over his back and tugging harshly, causing them to rip as he exposed Jack's back.  White whip scars from previous lashings crisscrossed over his back and Jack shivered slightly as he felt the gentle breeze blow by.  

The King sucked in a sharp breath when the pale scars were revealed. He gave Bludvist a surprised look, but the man only had eyes for the stage, a little smile on his lips. Revolting.

The executioner unraveled his long whip as he took a few steps back to get in range and then after a moment of hesitation, he swung his arm back and lashed it forward harshly, bringing the whip down hard across Jack's back.  

"Mnph!" Jack muffled a cry of pain as he lurched forward against the beam, the harsh sting of the whip setting a line of fire-like pain across his back. It left a red slice in its wake. Hiccup had tried to steel himself for what was to come, but he still flinched when Jack was hit. His ‘companion’ was panting and trembled slightly, his hands fisting tightly where they were bound. Blue eyes stared at Hiccup, a mix of emotions in them eyes before they were forced tightly shut again as another lash was brought down on Jack. His whole body jolted again but he kept in his voice, biting his lip hard.

A drop of blood welled up from the cut and trickled down Jack’s back even before the whip struck again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Jack endured every hard lash of the whip, his voice escaping him eventually when the pain became too much. Every pained sound was like a dagger to Hiccup’s chest. Nothing of this punishment was just, and that Lord had been a true asshole. Yet there Jack was, getting his back torn up.

By the end, the slave was limp in his cuffs. He was a mess. Barely conscious mess with blood trickling down his back, soaking into his once beautiful silks and dripping down his legs. Satisfied, the crowd went back inside, and Hiccup nodded at Meridith. She was always close when he needed her, and she’d know what to do.

While Hiccup returned to the banquet to pretend all was fine in a performance that would put any mummer to shame, Jack was unchained by gentle and careful hands. Jack whimpered softly and his weight fell limp, in too much pain to support himself. Thankfully he was caught by strong arms and carefully lifted up by a man servant helping Meridith. Meridith gave gentle but urgent instructions to other servants as Jack was carried through the servant quarters back to his room. The physician was fetched, as was hot water, clean towels, and a pain relieving herb. Meridith oversaw Jack’s care and made sure he was handled carefully. As they worked he fell unconscious from the pain.

Hiccup's appetite was gone, and he sat through the banquet dutifully. Rather rudely, he started to talk about the details of the northern kingdom, the taxes, and the border disputes with Drago. It was probably offensive, but Hiccup felt very little for retiring to a backroom with the Lords to drink there for hours. No, he wanted to retire as soon as he could.

As the hours and the banquet dragged on, Meridith stayed with Jack where they had him in his room, laying on his side in his bed.  The doctor had tended to his lashes and tried to help them as much as he could, but in the end all he could do was offer Jack pain reliever and ointment and tightly wrap his torso.  Jack remained unconscious the whole time. He contracted a fever as the hours crept into the night, near the end of the banquet. Meridith was growing worried for Jack's state and hoped Hiccup would retire soon, just so she could notify him of Jack's condition.  The fact that he hadn't woken was unsettling in itself, but now with his fever, Meridith's concern only grew.  

Finally, at long last, business was concluded for the day. Hiccup bid the Lords good night, and right after the last course he excused himself. He went straight to his chambers, still seemingly calm... but when he closed the door behind him, he practically ran to Jack's room. The door was open, and he found Meridith besides Jack's bed.

"How is he?" he asked quietly.

Meridith stood from where she had been sitting by Jack's bed and gave a short bow to Hiccup.  "You're Majesty... he passed out when we carried him here and he hasn't woken since. The physician applied some ointment to his back and wrapped his torso but he's contracted a fever," she explained worriedly, wringing her hands nervously as she watched Hiccup. She started moving about, needing something to do.

"I shall fetch fresh water,” she said quietly and she grabbed the pitcher before leaving. Hiccup nodded and sighed, taking a seat next to Jack’s bed. Jack remained asleep, laying on his side unmoving, his face pale.

“I’m sorry,” Hiccup whispered. “You and your big mouth… I had no choice.” He gently pushed Jack’s sweaty hair aside to feel his brow. The poor man was burning. When Meridith returned with water, Hiccup took a cloth from her and wet it. He pushed it against Jack’s forehead and gently stroked his face, but Jack remained unresponsive.

“Does Master Gothi know about the fever yet?”

“Yes, Sire. She left to fetch some more herbs to better fight the fever. She should be back soon.”

“Tell the guards to let her through. You can retire for the night, Meridith.”

Just then Jack shifted slightly, his head slowly leaning into the cool touch, and he exhaled slowly, his eyelids fluttering weakly to reveal glazed blue eyes, heavy with a feverish haze.

“Jack… take it easy,” Hiccup said softly. “It’ll be all right. Just rest.”

Meridith frowned, still concerned about Jack, but she nodded, bowed, and left.

Jack stared tiredly up at Hiccup, confusion clear in his expression. Through his feverish haze, all he remembered was being punished, the sting of the whip still like fire over his back. The only memories flooding back to him were of old, of Drago punishing him, and of the pain he used to inflict on Jack. Not thinking clearly and afraid he had been given back to Drago, Jack flinched back fearfully. His feverish eyes widened as he lashed out with his fists, trying to fight away whoever it was beside him because there was a chance that it was Drago.

“N-NO!” he cried out in fear, his voice hoarse as his fists hit against Hiccup’s chest and shoulders.

Hiccup startled and shielded himself.

"Jack, calm down!" He grabbed Jack's wrist and restrained him, trying to be as gentle as possible. Hiccup was combat trained though, so his grip could be as tight as it needed to be to stop Jack from moving.

"Jack, please," he said gently. "It's me, you're safe." Jack kept struggling, however, moaning for at Hiccup to get away from him. The King let go one of Jack's wrists for a moment and grabbed the cloth that had fallen from his head onto his face. He tossed it out of the way and tried to comb through Jack's hair despite his attempts to pull away.

"You're dreaming Jack, you have a fever. Please, calm down, you have nothing to fear." Hiccup kept speaking as calm and soft as he could, attempting to calm down the frightened slave.

Jack tried to free his other hand, struggling against his Master… but then he realized it wasn’t Drago’s voice speaking to him or his rough hands holding him down. It was Hiccup. Once he slowly processed that, he calmed down, and Jack blinked in realization up at the King, his face reddening with an embarrassed blush. Jack lowered his eyes then and blinked back tears, not wanting to cry in front of Hiccup.

Just then, Gothi returned and came into the room, bowing at Hiccup and walking over to the bed, immediately stirring some herbs into warm broth. Together they helped Jack sit up, bringing the bowl to his lips and slowly feeding it to him. Grateful for the distraction, Jack swallowed down the broth. Gothi signed to Hiccup that the herbs in it should help with Jack’s fever. Hiccup managed to sign back a ‘thank you’.

“Much appreciated, Master Gothi,” Hiccup said when the broth was all gone and Jack was settled back onto his side. “Will I see you in the morning?”

The old master signed back that she’d come at sunrise to check, but that she could be called if needed during the night. She also gave Hiccup a vial with milk of the poppy, in case the pain woke Jack up during the night.

When Gothi was gone, Hiccup sat back down at Jack’s bedside. He put the cool cloth back on his head. Jack kept reminding himself that he was with Hiccup, not Drago, and that he was being cared for, not punished again.

“You’re in a better place now, Jack,” he promised. The image of the scars on his companions back was still fresh on his mind.

Jack opened his eyes to look tiredly up at Hiccup. He stared at him for a moment, trying to understand that even though he had been punished, Hiccup hadn’t seemed to want to do it or approved of it. And even now, Hiccup was taking care of him. He didn’t understand why Hiccup was so nice to him, but then again, his fever wasn’t allowing much room for clear thinking.

“Thank you,” Jack said softly, staring up at Hiccup.

“Try to sleep. I’ll be here,” Hiccup promised.

“I’m sorry…” Jack said seriously before his eyes slipped closed again, exhaustion taking him over.

“So am I, Jack,” Hiccup whispered. “So am I.”

The King stayed by Jack's bedside that night, feeling like a shitty human being overall. It was ultimately his fault that Jack was in this condition, which felt even worse since he'd promised things were different here. Granted, Jack had spoken in a way that could have gotten him killed, but still. Hiccup couldn't help but beat himself up over it.

Once during the night, Jack woke up, and Hiccup gave him some milk of the poppy to help him get back to sleep. Eventually, the king dozed off himself. Still sitting on the chair but with his head resting on Jack's pillow, he fell asleep.

When Jack woke the next morning, he expected to be alone. But when he opened his eyes, he surprisingly saw Hiccup’s face in front of him, and he realized the King had stayed with him all night. Jack stayed quiet and just observed the other sleeping, smiling lightly at how Hiccup had stayed true to his word.

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Fighting For Freedom - 1

Based on an rp with @frostbitten-pooka-roo, transformed into fic format for your reading pleasure :) See the end of the work for more author’s notes.

Summary: Hiccup is forced to choose a new slave, and a gorgeous, white-haired man catches his eye. Size: 2973 words Warnings: Jack is a sex-slave. No explicit content in this chapter. Click here for AO3

Chapter 1 A New Master

Hiccup sat on his throne, physically comfortable thanks to a soft pillow or two, but mentally in great discomfort. Slavery was a most common thing in these lands, but no matter what his father, and later his advisers had tried to teach him, he did not like it. The kingdom was not stable enough to abolish it, however, and Hiccup realized all too well it would be his head on a spike if he decided to try anyway. So he abode it, accepting it for now and trying to steer clear of that as much as possible.

The cause of his current mental discomfort was not just the existence of slavery all around him, however. On this particular day, guests had come to his court. The Bludvist family, one of the great houses in the north. Great battle veterans... but also fervent slave traders. And as customs demanded, they'd brought gifts for their king, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, Third of his Name, Ruler of the United Northern Kingdoms. The gift in question, predictably, were slaves. Hiccup had no choice but to accept and appear thankful, and he dutifully played along, professionally hiding the fact that his stomach was making back-flips like a star athlete.

"Your Highness, you may choose whomever pleases you." A set of workers and servants had already been transferred to Hiccup's care before this, and his slavekeeper had ushered them out of the room. All that was left now, was- "All of these slaves are highly trained in the arts of bodily pleasure, I assure you. Who would you prefer?"

Seated on the floor besides DragoBludvist was Jack, his blue eyes quietly glancing up to stare at the line of slaves offered out for his Majesty to pic from. Jack had accompanied his master to the court of King Hiccup on the terms that he was only there to show off the beauty and elegance of his master’s craftsmanship in training and owning slaves. Jack himself was a favorite of the Bludvist family for his looks, but not so much his temperament or mouth.  Speaking of which, he had a leather bit in his mouth, secured around the back of his head where it was locked.  He was currently going through training; or rather an extension of his training because he had already learned not to speak unless spoken to, but he rarely listened. He was dressed in fine blue silks that draped lightly over his pale frame and his white hair stood out like a heavenly light.  Bright blue eyes looked up at the King and stared boldly, unafraid, while the other slaves kept their eyes lowered to the ground.  He wondered which of them Hiccup would choose.

The King let his eyes wander over the slaves as he tried to bring himself to pick one. He glanced at Lord Bludvist, pretending to think, when he noticed the pale, white-haired slave on the floor staring at him. That was new. The fact that he was bound like that was also uncommon. He must have done something wrong in the eyes of his master to deserve that, and Hiccup couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

Most striking, however, was the young man’s features. Two thirds of the slaves on the line were female to begin with - not quite what Hiccup looked for in a sex slave. The rest certainly had some good looks, but none of them got even close to this ones mysterious beauty. Even from his submissive sitting position, far away from the throne, Hiccup could tell he was something truly special.

"Can I pick any slave?" He asked Lord Bludvist.

The big man nodded. "Of course, your majesty. These are simply the finest we have to offer!"

"Most generous of you, Lord Bludvist." Hiccup gave a warm, perfect, fake smile. "I would like him." He pointed at the blue-clad slave on the floor, staring him right back in the eyes.

Jack’s eyes widened when the King pointed at him, saying he wanted him. Jack had been sure that one of the other slaves would get picked, most likely one of the pretty females. He stared back in disbelief, casting a glance up at Drago in surprise.  Drago seemed surprised as well though he frowned, displeased.  

"Are you sure your Majesty? He's...still undergoing training..." He explained, not too thrilled about giving away his most beautiful slave.  Jack looked forward at Hiccup again, wondering if the King would change his mind or stay true to his decision.  Jack felt his heartbeat pick up.  King Hiccup's servants seemed happy and well kept, and at this point, Jack would do anything to get away from his current masters.

Hiccup hummed and pretended to consider that, even though he'd already made up his mind.

"Yes, I'm sure. It'll be a nice challenge to complete his training myself, my lord." Hiccup put on a big grin, as if there was nothing he looked forward to more. "He'll learn his place quickly, I assure you."

Jack's eyes sparkled mischievously at Hiccup's words, his statement like an accepted challenge to Jack.  He would see how well this King could actually handle him and Jack would enjoy testing his limits.  Nothing ever sat well with Drago when it came to Jack's behavior...but he had the impression that this King had a better sense of humor.

Drago frowned and hesitated a moment before giving a bow. "As you wish your Majesty," he said and he snapped his fingers. One of his guards took the chain connected to Jack's cuffed wrists.  "Your slave will be delivered to your chambers. If you ever have any difficulty with him, I would be happy to finish his training if you so wish,” he offered with a dark smile.

Jack stood on bare feet and stared at Hiccup as he was lead out of the room, wondering what his new Master would be like.  He was taken to the Kings chambers and left with his loose chain and cuffed wrists.  The bit was left in his mouth as the guard left and Jack looked around a moment, admiring the grand chambers before flopping back onto the large bed and sighing through his nose, closing his eyes and laughing quietly to himself.  

Once the initial reception was over Hiccup sat through brief refreshments - the more elaborate version of bread and salt, befitting of the royal court - as he made smalltalk with Bludvist and the other lords. When that was finally over, he had a few hours before the banquet in the evening would take place. The guests retreated to their quarters to get installed there, and Hiccup went to his own chambers to recharge for the feast that night. Politics were so dreadful.

He opened the doors to his chambers, giving a nod to the guard on duty. He put his sword on a hook by the door and a servant helped him out of his royal cloak. An ungainly, heavy thing that was. He unceremoniously handed the servant his crown as well.

A bath. That was what he needed right now.  He moved from the antechamber through his bedchamber, heading for the bathroom… and stopped. The pale, blue-clad slave was on his bed. His hands were still bound with a loose chain and the mouthpiece was still in. Honestly, the impending doom of the banquet had pushed away any thoughts of this uncomfortable situation... Jack cast a careless glance over at the King and stared for a moment.

"Meridith, dear." A red-haired servant appeared from the bathroom. "Please take off his mouth-piece and give him food and drink." Hiccup sighed and gave a weak smile. "We should talk after my bath."

Jack sat up as the servant neared him and set about removing the bit from his mouth.  Jack sighed in relief once it was taken away and he stretched his jaw a bit, the muscles having started to ache a little.  He stared at Hiccup and smirked faintly, giving a light bow from where he lounged on the bed.  

"As you wish master," he purred a bit teasingly and flopped back onto the soft bed, closing his eyes.

Hiccup grinned and moved to take his bath. He stripped and let himself slide into the warm water with a satisfied sigh. He bathed alone. He often insisted that servants do not help him, as it was his conviction that they had better things to do than bathe a completely capable person. As the water warmed him, he considered Jack. That had been an unexpected tone for a slave, but Hiccup actually liked it. Not many would dare speak so teasingly to him. Now he thought about it, he could have expected this kind of attitude. Jack was not bound and gagged without reason.

As Hiccup bathed, Meridith sent for food. She put the mouth-piece away and regarded Jack with a smile.

"Don't worry. He's a very kind master," she assured Jack. "He treats his servants better than anyone I know. Food will be served in the adjacent room, by the way."

Jack glanced at her and smiled slightly. He nodded, sitting up.

“Thank you,” he said and moved off the bed, walking to the next room and finding a tray of food. He sat down besides it and started to eat, stuffing a scone into his mouth. He then ate the pieces of cooked pheasant that were laid out for him along with some steamed and seasoned vegetables. This was certainly better than the scraps or cold mush Drago would feed him, and Jack wondered if he would always be fed like this. He drank the water given to him as well, gulping it down rather greedily. It didn’t take long until he was full, his stomach being rather small due to how little he had eaten under Drago’s care.

Hiccup decided he’d soaked enough. He shook off some particularly persistent thoughts about the appealing body of the slave on his bed, got out, dried off, and donned a bathrobe. He found Jack at the table in the antechamber and he sat down, opposite of the slave. For a moment he didn’t say anything. He just watched, observed, and assessed.

Jack had just finished eating when Hiccup returned and sat across from him, staring at him.  Jack stared right back, observing the other as well.  After a moment he leaned back in his seat a bit and tilted his head slightly with a smirk.  

"I take it you like what you see? You must or you wouldn't have chosen me."

Hiccup couldn't help but blush a little, felling called out. "Well, yes. You are beautiful." Up close the man was even more stunning. The contrast between his blue eyes and white hair, the almost see-through silk clothes. Hiccup swallowed.

"What's your name?" Hiccup asked.

Jack smirked slightly, sensing he had the other smitten.

"Jack," he answered, conscious of how he was sitting. He let his legs relax open slightly, leaning back comfortably against the back of the sofa as the light silks slipped slightly, exposing flawless pale thighs and a bit of his stomach. "I'm as experienced as any sex slave, your Majesty... though I've been told I have a mouth," he purred, observing Hiccup's reaction.

The ‘big mouth’ made Hiccup chuckle and he mumbled a “You don’t say…” as his eyes were inadvertently drawn to the exposed skin. Jack was perfect, his skin flawless and soft, with not a single hair on his stomach. Hiccup decided to not be embarrassed and tried to turn things around by just blatantly staring, taking in the lovely sight.

"Quite the seducer too it seems," he smirked at Jack, not at all annoyed by the game of nonchalance he was playing.

Jack noticed Hiccup staring and smirked lightly.  

"Yes, you might want to keep that bit handy,” he remarked and he was quiet a moment, just staring back at Hiccup, letting the King admire.  Some men wouldn't hesitate; they would have already had Jack on his hands and knees and be rutting into him, but this new master seemed different.  He seemed to care more about how Jack felt and that was refreshing, though Jack couldn't help but tease him about it.  He tilted his head again, smirking lightly at the King.  

"Aren't you going to properly inspect your gift? I may have a flaw...you might not be satisfied and wish to return me," he mused teasingly, letting his legs spread slowly.

"I see no flaws,” mumbled Hiccup, distracted again by the slow reveal of more skin. He felt himself growing hard under his robes, and he was glad they were seated at opposite ends of a table. Suddenly, he looked Jack in the eyes.

"I wouldn't be surprised with some minor scars though, considering how talkative you are." He smirked back.

Jack’s smirk slowly fell and he looked down, a moment of vulnerability coming over him.

Hiccup frowned. "In all seriousness, Jack, I am not your previous master. And I did not pick you just because of your looks. Sure, they..." he let his eyes wander again "... played a role. But there was more." Hiccup sighed. "I'm pretty sure you would have been dead by the next time Drago visited my court."

Jack looked back up at Hiccup, a bit put off by the King’s words. He resisted rolling his eyes and stood up, the silks falling to hide pale skin again.

“So what, am I supposed to thank you? I can take care of myself, I always have." He said a bit defensively and walked away, pulling the silks a bit more around his shoulders to hide the scars over his back.

“Jack,” Hiccup said calmly, getting up himself. He chewed his lip, realizing he’d made a mistake with the joke about scars, obviously.

Jack stopped and turned, looking back at the King with a frown and a slight glare, expecting him to say something more, but after a moment Jack sighed and looked away, still a little upset.

"What is it you want with me? You and I both know what I’m used for, yet you want more from me than that? What else is it you want?"

"I'm sorry," Hiccup said. "For upsetting you." Hiccup walked closer, but did not get within an intimate range. "Yes, I know what you're for, but I'm not in the business of raping slaves. I just..." Hiccup swallowed and looked away, staring at the fluffy curtains instead. What he wanted was someone to dine with of his own choosing instead of a state official, someone to share a bed with. He wanted to save this miserable looking slave from one of the hardest slavers in the kingdom. He wanted to end slavery altogether and at the same time he wanted to play along to keep his subjects appeased.

"I do not want your gratitude. I'm sure you are capable of caring for yourself. But I want some mutual respect, and we'll see where we go from there."

Jack listened, skeptical at first but then his eyes widened slightly at the King's words and he stared at him.  It had been so long since Jack had been shown even a sliver of kindness or not threatened with obedience by force that it was almost too much for him to comprehend... but what his new master wanted seemed far better than any relationship he and Drago had ever had.  Jack hesitated a moment longer before giving a slow nod, the first time he actually took Hiccup seriously.  

"Alright, Master,” he said quietly, in all seriousness.

Hiccup smiled. "Thank you. Your room will be adjacent to my quarters," Hiccup explained. He walked to a wall that had a curtain covering it, Jack following his Master. He pulled the heavy cloth aside, revealing a door. Hiccup tied the curtain out of the way and opened the door, showing a well-lit room with a big, canopy bed.

Hiccup stepped aside to let Jack in. Jack’s eyes widened in surprise when he stepped inside. He stared in awe at the luxurious living quarters. He stared for a long moment, taking in the amazing, soft looking canopy bed with purple curtains all around. There was plenty of room to sit in the abundance of pillows on the floor. In a corner was a small table with two chairs, and close to the bed was a basin to wash in. There was a glass-inlaid door, leading to a balcony.

“This is yours,” Hiccup said. There is no lock, but people are polite enough to knock around here."

Jack gently ran his hand over the dark oak table in slight disbelief before looking up at Hiccup, blue eyes wide.  

"It's mine?" he asked in shock, hardly believing he had a room of his own, let alone one with such beautiful quality.

Hiccup nodded, both pleased and shocked at the same time with Jack's disbelief.

"People will expect you to be close, considering your role. But that doesn't mean you get no privacy. Slavery is... a harsh thing. I prefer basic human decency, you know. Besides, you are the King's" -he considered the next word carefully- "companion now. The room comes with that.”

“Companion?” Jack laughed lightly at the title and Hiccup chuckled along.

“I've been called many things but never that...” Jack said. “I think I prefer it though." He smiled lightly at Hiccup and moved to sit on the bed, admiring the softness of the sheets.  He then looked up at Hiccup with a serious expression. "Thank you, Master,” he said genuinely.

Hiccup felt a warmth in his chest.

"It's okay to smile, you know,” the Kings said with a light tone. "But you're welcome, Jack. Welcome to my court."

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snowflakeofberk:

      The demon had slowly become more on guard as he had walked with Hiccup into a more populated area on their way to the human school. He pulled the hood of his trusty blue sweatshirt back over his horns and pointed ears to avoid any unwanted attention; only rarely could a human see them unless he directly revealed himself to them, but that hunter skulking around would definitely notice. He thought about changing into different clothes, but it had been dark enough that Jack felt safe in his anonymity – the hunter probably didn’t know the color or style of the demon’s clothing. From his experience, hunters usually didn’t care about any of that – they tracked magic and didn’t need to worry about such mundane things as looks.       Jack still had hope that a night ‘invisible’ behind Hiccup’s wards had been long enough to cause the hunter to move on to a different area for a while. He kept his paranoia hidden from Hiccup, and continued to interact with him normally. “I don’t know what ‘vapes’ is, but I think I prefer to look like a dragon,” he replied, before looking down the alley Hiccup pointed out. “Can you show me exactly where you first made contact, and describe what you said and did?” the demon asked, his eyes still fixed on the cramped area between two buildings of the small shopping plaza they stood behind.

“Sure. It’s on my way to school anyway.” Hiccup walked down the alley and took a left, into the same direction they’d already been walking. After a while he stopped and pointed at a wall on story high. Probably the back-side of a shed or something. “Up there is where I first saw him. He looked at me and meowed, and when I kept walking, he went right after me. I figured he was a stray, cause he had no collar or something, but he was very friendly. When he rubbed up to my leg, I pet him a bit. At the end of the alley he stopped though, he didn’t follow me into the forest the first time. The next day he did, and from there on he walked with me all the way between my house and school.” Hiccup tried to remember if he’d forgotten anything. “I just... really liked him. Maybe that sounds weird, but I just did. Like I said, I don’t know why I named him Toothless, but that just felt right.” Hiccup directed a small smile at Jack and shrugged. “That’s all. Not very special, I guess, but I hope it helps you.”

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     “I already have the genes,” Jack spat, this unnecessary dialogue annoying him. “They were made for me specifically by my boss. The only thing I need is someone who can repair a damaged VCR-A so I don’t die from failed mutation when I put it back on. Or worse, turn into some half-mutated thing more ugly than this already is. Is there someone who can handle that?” He ignored the condescending remark about his pretty face. Part of him didn’t know why he was still speaking to the candy-smuggling would-be pilot. He’d likely do better just waiting to ask around when they landed.

Hiccup permitted himself a shrug. “There are plenty who can fix anything. But if you’re plugging it into yourself, I’d start at Logon after all. He’ll know who can fix your VCR-A I’m sure.” The ship shook as they entered the atmosphere of the moon. There was an ominous rattle or two, but Hiccup knew the ship could handle it. Probably.       He grabbed the radio and contacted air control to get a docking spot. Dock A5-2011 was ready for landing. Hiccup came in nice and slow.... only to find that one of his landing thrusters front right wasn’t working right. He put her down a little harder than intended, but nothing exploded so he considered it a win.      “There we are. Gohren. I wish you the best of luck!” And may we never meet again, he thought. Hiccup jumped up and started to look for his backpack. It should be in the cockpit somewhere... 

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“My dad was an alpha, so was my mom. They never let me take heat suppressors.” Jack mumbled as he carefully took the papers from the mistyrious alpha. He read through them curiously, he saw how the suppressors would work. “Whats it like?” Jack asked looking at the brunette with big eyes. “W…would they work for me?” He asked getting closer to the tall man. Suddenly Jack realized what he was asking. He backed up and hid his face with the papers. “Sorry. Please forget what I said. That’s stupid.

Jack had a habit of getting over exited. He had been disciplined before because of it. ‘Stupid stupid stupid! Your so stupid Jack. He’s an alpha. Your lucky he even looked in your direction.’ Jack thought to himself. "Wh… what would you teach?” He asked in an attempt to direct the focus away from him.

“It’s not stupid,” Hiccup said with a little smile. He was surprised that Jack’s parents never let him take suppressors. That seemed rather cruel to Hiccup... but perhaps Jack’s heats weren’t that intense? He shrugged. “These won’t work on you, they’re made for Alpha’s specifically. Others for omega’s already exist... and if you want to know, I’d be teaching physics. How about you?”

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“Well, not everywhere. It’d make more sense if we had to camp somewhere snowy. Unless you really want to sleep surrounded by more ice than me.” He said softly with a chuckle. He didn’t mind ice upon ice, but it might get a bit cold for the rider.

“It’s up to you, though. Whatever makes you most comfortable. You’re alive and everything, after all. Plus I don’t think Toothless likes ice that much.”

Hiccup landed Toothless, and their packing-gronkle soon followed suit. It started knawing on some rocks, ignoring the heavy load on its back. “Okay, so tent it is then. You’re enough ice to wrap around me for now,” Hiccup said with a laugh. He hopped off and started to unpack some things from the gronkle. “Can you help me set up the tent?” It was quite generous to call the combination of one pole and a big slab of oil-cloth a proper ‘tent’, but it would have to do. They would be forced to cuddle up real close, but Hiccup was sure Jack wouldn’t mind that. 

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     Jack slowly closed his jaws with the food between his teeth. So this is why the humans would make those movements – Jack hadn’t even known human teeth were strong enough to tear through the meat of another creature. The rest of their bodies were so fragile and soft, he had figured the teeth were for some kind of mating ritual, or else to stop things from going down their throats while they talked.      As the chicken became smaller pieces of chicken, Jack found it a little difficult to keep all the pieces from moving to the back of his throat. Maybe he should have eaten less at first? He piled all of it in his cheek so he could swallow the parts that had become small enough to go down his throat easily. As the first swallow went down, Jack stopped walking for a moment again – it felt very strange to have something in that part of his throat. Suddenly, he felt a warmth and smoke began to wisp out of his nostrils. For a moment, Jack was concerned, but he quickly realized the food was no longer inside his throat and curiously swallowed another bit of the chicken. The same warmth and smoke. Smiling and with a glint in his eyes, Jack quickly chewed down the largest chunks left and swallowed the rest of the sandwich in one go, causing a large billow of smoke to issue from his nostrils. He fancied himself to look like one of the dragon creatures Hiccup liked so much; they also blew smoke out of their noses if he remembered correctly.      “That wasn’t so bad!” he declared. “But don’t you humans die if you don’t do that? That’s kind of silly.” Jack didn’t like the idea of being tethered down to something like food. Humans seemed to make the most out of it, but they needed to do so much just to maintain the bodies they lived inside of that Jack felt like they were slaves to their own physical forms.

This was so worth sharing his sandwich. The smoke was a surprise, to say at least, and Hiccup stared with immense curiosity and amazement. As he did so, he didn’t look where he walked and he tripped over the curb. He only barely managed to stay on his feet.       “Uhh... yea. We need to eat, because our bodies use fuel. The food provides the fuel. The downsides of being mortal, I guess,” Hiccup explained with a little laugh. He tried to just keep talking and not bring any attention to how he’d almost kissed the pavement just now. “You looked just like a dragon, with the smoke from your nose and all! Or maybe like someone who vapes, but that’s not even nearly as awesome.”      “Oh!” Hiccup stopped, pointing to an alley to their right. “This is where I first saw Toothless. I took the alleys on my way home, and that’s where I ran into him.” To Hiccup it didn’t seem like there was anything of interest there... it was just the same old alley with the same old crates next to a lamppost, and the usual trash bags, accompanied by the classic alley-smell. He figured Jack might see more than him, but he wondered if this would actually help him find out what Toothless was up to.

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     As the adrenaline rush of the asteroid chase diminished, Jack’s semblance of civility did likewise. “What exactly about our relationship makes you think I would mind buying stolen goods? I’m a criminal remember? That has to be one of the dumbest questions anyone has ever asked me!” Jack laughed loudly, putting a clawed hand against his forehead.      After a few moments of laughter, he grew serious again, saying “Look I don’t care who fixes it or where the parts came from. For that matter I don’t care if I have to threaten someone or kill someone; I’m not leaving whatever Go tsao de planet we land on until someone gets my cellular array working again.” Just thinking about it set Jack’s claw tapping against the turret controls impatiently. Soon this ugly form would just be a memory again.

Hiccup swallowed any commentary on how that was not what he meant with ‘is that okay for you’ and just kept quiet, looking out as Gohren came within sight. It seemed far away, but they’d be there in about 15 minutes. He just frowned and thought where to best send Jack so he could be on his merry, murderous way.      “There ought to be someone capable of fixing your pretty face. I mean, cellular array. If its a surgeon you need, you should look for a man named Logon. He’s the least dirty.” Hiccup thought for a second. “Although for the fancier, unorthodox gene-editing, you’d have to look for this tentacle-bearing alien they call Tsu-Tsu. I once trafficked some of his slime for someone...” Hiccup shivered at the thought. That stuff had smelled. 

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Hiccup blinked blankly at his demon friend. “You uhm... eat it,” he said, trying his best to suppress his giggles. Jack with just a piece of sandwich still in his mouth was downright hilarious to behold. He was moderately successful. “The sandwhich is my breakfast - morning meal - and humans eat by rushing food with their teeth before they swallow.” He kept staring at Jack, not wanting to miss how this was going to unfold.

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When they dropped out of warp, Hiccup immediately checked their position. “Huh. Not too shabby, actually. We’re pretty close to XJc-433, better known as ‘Gohren’. Unsavvy trading moon, that is, but you can get things fixed cheap there if you don’t mind your parts being stolen goods. That okay for you?” Hiccup really wanted to just land and get rid of Jack so he could fix up his poor, battered ship and live the rest of his days in peace...

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snowflakeofberk:

     Jack leapt from tree to tree until the house they had come from disappeared in the leaves. A few moments later, Jack floated down headfirst until Hiccup’s face was upside down in his view. “What’s that you’re eating?” Jack asked, eyeing the sandwich curiously. He had half a mind to yank the thing from the human’s grip and try some himself, but he remembered at least that humans considered that kind of behavior “stealing”. The power to take something as a human didn’t mean that you could do so for some reason – Jack didn’t know if he’d ever truly understand how humans worked.      Jack continued to float along upside down, with his tail waving behind him to make sure he wouldn’t run into anything sturdy enough to stop him, like a tree trunk or another house. But he’d gotten a pretty good view of the area between last night’s escape from the hunter and the time he’d spent in the tree perch waiting for Hiccup, so he had confidence that he could navigate the immediate vicinity without watching.

Hiccup started when Jack’s face suddenly appeared in front of his in a manner that strongly reminded him of a certain scene in the original Spiderman trilogy.      “Oh, it’s a chicken sandwich,” he said as he kept walking. “Wanna try some?” Hiccup ripped off a corner and offered it, but as he did so he wondered if demons even eat at all. And if they didn’t have to but they ate anyway for the taste, how would their bodies deal with it? If you don’t need food you don’t have the metabolism either but then what would happen with stuff they swallowed... or would Jack not swallow at all and- Hiccup stopped himself right there. This theoretical consideration of demonic metabolism was a rabbit hole he did not want to get into.

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“Oh. Well, basically, they do what the name would suggest. It can suppress the hormone patterns of Alpha’s, making them effectively neutral as long as they take the medication. You know, a bit like heat suppressors for Omega’s? But then for alpha’s instead.” He held out the papers. “You can have a look if you’re interested.”

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Hiccup smiled. “I’m more worried about you pulling me along with you when you fall off. I can’t fly.”

He rubbed his thumb over Jack’s hand on his chest. “You’re gonna make us an ice-palace wherever we camp?” It came out as a joke, but now he thought about it, it would actually be pretty damn awesome.

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Hiccup nodded. "Yeah lets not repeat that particilar adveture." He restored the seal again and headed downstairs for a quick breakfast. His dad was sitting at the table, drinking his morning coffee, but the man offered little more than a 'good morning'. Their morning routine was mostly a quiet one. With still half a sandwich in his hand, he headed out. He started walking, not pausing to look around for Jack lest his father saw him through the window. He might wonder what he was looking for...

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bluesoulfire:

Jack sighed softly before nodding a bit. He didn’t feel like fighting it this time; rest was far too tempting to act all high and mighty.

“Fine but you’d better…” He mumbled with a yawn before speaking no more, still against the dragon rider. The air around them became a little colder since he released some control over his powers, but it was easily bearable. Small designs formed on the saddle between the two males, growing ever so slowly and more intricate.

Sun moved across the horizon, and Hiccup made sure to keep course as they should. At some point he switched position because his calf started to cramp randomly, but that was about as eventful as it got. When he saw their intended camping spot (the only clear landmark in miles and miles around), he knew he’d done a proper job.

Their ‘campsite’ was a plateau on a mountain range. It was above the treeline, but there were still bushes, and the snow was far away. Not bad a spot at all, and the weird stack of rocks right next to it made it very recognizable.

“Hey Jack,” he nudged his boyfriend. “We’re getting close to the camp. Wake up.”

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