16 - Slavery
It had been a normal raid upon the small village further north into the arctic circle, a village were the people worshiped not Thor or Odin but an ice God that they insisted had blessed their village with the birth of a white haired child. People gathered from all around to see this child, to get blessings from this child through the years and to see if it were true or not. It was an insane thing to the vikings, but they respected it anyhow as it was the peoples customs and not their own. They never once went to go see if this child was a real thing or not but they didn’t care, they had their own village to care for and to provide for, and that often meant that during harsh winters that they would need to act a bit barbaric to survive. The respect they held for every other village was high of course, but that respect didn’t keep them from pillaging and raiding the ice village for supplies, killing those stupid enough to get in the way of the thundering army of viking and that had tried to harm the vikings when they had politely asked for the needed goods at first. Hey, even vikings had manners but come on, they were not going to let someone throw a shoe at them after nicely asking if they could spare some supplies. The vikings didn’t do well with the word no(or shoes to the face) and took what they wanted and needed to survive. It wasn’t unheard of for a single viking to take interest in a woman from a village and would take her with if she wasn’t married(Hey, even vikings respected marriage) to be their own wife back at the viking village of Berk. The son of the chief though, he found interest in not a woman, but the prized, white haired child they adored in the village that had grown up.
The ice Gods winter child himself. He had been hidden away when the raid started but Hiccup had a knack for knowing where the valuable things would be hidden with the help of his large canine Toothless at his side, and one look to the crisp white hair, impossible blue eyes and the sinfully pale skin without a single mark upon the clear porcelain that made it so Hiccup didn’t hesitation to toss the man over his shoulder and strut from the house to call the vikings from the raid and to the road once again. The male struggled and squirmed in the ripe bindings wrapped around his body, to the point Hiccup simply had to knock him out to continue on the trek back home, a three hour walk at best, six hours if the weather was poor as it normally was.
It would be a long walk.
Hiccup looked over to the corner of the large room at the sound of the chains rattling, watching as the white haired man sat up with a groan, attempting at rubbing his head where he had been struck with the blunt end of a sword before taking note of the chains that restricted him to not even a standing position. He could kneel, that was it and how Hiccup would keep the guy until he accepted the new role and position in life as Hiccups wife, as his lover, as HIS and if it meant enslaving him for a short period of time until he learned that Hiccup was not nearly as bad as the customs he had grown up with and took part in made him seem, then so be it. Hiccup was already falling hard for the beautiful man and he would not have anyone else at this point on.
“Let me go! I need … I need to leave! I can’t stay here, let me go you damn barbarian!”
Sighing with a roll of green eyes, Hiccup stood, taking large strides across the room to where the white haired man kneeled, trying to pull with limited strength at just waking at the restraints. A freckled hand moved into the impossibly soft hair, pulling back until the mans head tilted upwards, looking up at Hiccup. “You will not be leaving. Not now, not ever. Now that I have seen you, I need you in my life and I will not let you go. You will get use to it, you will accept and I shall make sure you have a good life. In time … you will love me.” He murmured, leaning in to capture pink lips with his own, a short but far from chaste kiss. Releasing the grip of white hair, Hiccup slipped his hand to run his thumb slowly over the blue body paint over the mans cheek after breaking the kiss, watching the strand of saliva between their lips before his attention went to what had been painted, the symbol of Hiccups family, of HIS crest to show ownership.
“Before that though, what is your name?”
“ … Jack … My name is Jack.”
“Then welcome to your new life, Jack, and from now on, you belong to me and I will mark you in every way possible beginning now.”
Jack swallowed and gasped lightly as Hiccup leaned back in to kiss him roughly, his hands already moving to map every inch of whtie skin. Oh yes, Hiccup did believe there was an ice God that had blessed that village, but more then anything, he believed that that God had blessed him with such beautiful man who happened to moan oh so sweet and loudly.