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Hiccup had thought of being kidnapped before, but only as a small child when his father had warned him of the dangers of it. As an adult, it had completely slipped his mind.
Which, maybe that was bad, given that he was kidnapped now, at the age of 20. He'd tried fighting off his attackers, remembering that he had teeth and that biting was okay, but he hadn't managed to get away. They were all bigger than him.
He'd been kidnapped right off the street, but he doubted that anyone had seen it. It had been one of the back roads to Fishlegs' house. He'd been walking to meet up with his friend, and a black van had pulled up. Hiccup had tried running, but they were faster than him too, especially since he had a prosthetic leg. They'd tackled him and tied him up with rope, and dragged him into the back of the van.
Now he sat there - three other men in the back with him, guarding him - trying to figure out how to get out of this. They'd taken his cellphone, and Fishlegs had called and texted a few times now. He was getting worried.
"Do you even know who I am?" Hiccup asked. Maybe he could threaten them.
One of the men, a man with black hair and a tattooed chin said: "Yeah. That's why the boss wanted you."
"Well, my friend who keeps calling and texting?" Hiccup began. "He gets real nervous real fast. He'll probably call my dad." His dad was the governor, and he had a lot of power. Not too mention that he was bigger than all the men back here with Hiccup. Though, there was a screen that he could see through towards the driver's and passenger's seat. The passenger, probably the boss, looked big. Bigger than Stoick even, which was a feat given that he was 6'9. "And you won't like it when my dad is angry."
"Who is he? The Hulk?" one of the guards joked.
Hiccup laughed. "The Hulk might go easier on you. But what I'm saying is: someone is going to catch up to you at some point. They'll find me."
"Not if we don't have you," the man in the passenger's seat said, speaking in a rough, deep voice. He moved to look behind towards the back of the van, and Hiccup noticed his left arm didn't move with him, like it was stiff. Or fake. He had a prosthetic too.
Hiccup's mouth went dry. "I-I thought you needed me."
The man from the passenger's seat smirked. "Not if you're this annoying. We can always get one of your friends. We have the resources."
"No, no!" Hiccup cried. "I'll be good! Promise!"
"Eret." The tattooed man sat up straighter. "Throw him out the back."
"I'd rather not?" Eret made it sound like a question. He probably couldn't outright defy his boss's orders, but if they went against his moral code...
The big man, the boss, narrowed his eyes. "And why's that?"
"The van's moving. He could die."
Exactly what I was thinking. Hiccup wasn't keen on the idea of being thrown out of a moving vehicle.
"That could work in our favor. Do it."
Eret stood, keeping his head low. He grabbed Hiccup, Hiccup protesting and fighting the whole while. Another one of the men grabbed him while the third opened the back of the van.
"I'm really sorry about this," Eret whispered to him, and Hiccup was utterly shocked as he felt his phone being put back into his pocket. So maybe Eret wasn't all bad.
But he still had to throw him out of a moving van.
And he did. He was tossed out the door on the side. The van had been going rather fast, and so Hiccup went flying with a scream. He landed in a ditch on the side of the road, the sand and stone scraping up the right side of his body. He rolled, fell to the bottom of the ditch in a pool of muddy water. The impact was hard, knocking the breath out of him. He felt like he'd broken something, but didn't know what.
Hiccup rolled onto his back. The rope had come off of his legs, but not his hands, and his prosthetic was up higher, at the top of the ditch, the hard impact having torn it from him.
He groaned, hoping his cellphone was still in his pocket, that it hadn't broken from the landing. Eret had stuck it into his front pocket, thank god, so he could reach it.
5 missed calls from Fishlegs, 2 from his dad, and a ton of text messages.
He'd call his dad first.
Trying to breathe, blood dripping down into his eye, Hiccup called his dad. The difficulty with breathing made him realize that he probably had broken ribs.
"Hiccup!" Stoick sounded so relieved to be hearing from him. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Dad, I... I don't know where I am." He sobbed quietly, because too loud and hard would hurt his ribs some more. He was in a world of hurt, and he was scared. "G-got kidnapped. They... they threw me out of the van. I'm in a ditch."
"Can you move?" his dad asked.
"I... don't think so," Hiccup answered honestly.
"Gobber!" So Gobber had been with his dad. "Call the police. Hiccup, just stay on the phone with me, okay? It's going to be alright."
Hiccup rested his head back in the muddy water, tears streaking his face with the blood.
"Thanks, dad."