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The sun rose gloriously over the horizon, bathing the environment in a warm glow. A glow not too dissimilar to the shining hair of one Astrid Hofferson – hopefully about to be Chieftess Astrid Hofferson Haddock.
The beautiful young woman stood in her dressing room, gazing at her reflection in the elegant mirror. She had never considered herself one for more overtly-feminine traditions or garb, always known as a more rough-and-tumble type. But considering the wonderful circumstances behind this moment, and this day, the side of her that would more generously lean into something like this showed in the content sigh that escaped her as she looked at herself.
Today would soon become one of her most cherished memories. For today... was her wedding ceremony.
After nearly seven years of a dedicated, faithful relationship with the young chief of New Berk, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, he finally did what both believed to be a far cry from their present state: he asked for her hand in marriage. Of course, the young, former dragon rider accepted.
Of all the people in the tribe who waited patiently for some time, it seem their old friend Fishlegs was the most thrilled at their announcement.
And as such, she prepared herself, as custom, away from the eyes of her lover, and fiancée, and he did the same. Moments ago, Ruffnut and Gothi helped prepare the bride-to-be, before the latter ushered the former out, leaving her to herself and her mirror.
Astrid sighed at her reflection with an almost dreamlike expression. She looked into her own eyes, a beautiful sapphire color, like the blue sea with a bright, cloudless sky shining atop it. Normally, she'd wear her hair in a bun or ponytail, but this time she let it down to its full glory. It flowed down beautifully, like an alabaster sea of luscious gold. Even her gown was a great contrast from her casual wear. It was pure white on top of a slightly darker shade, going all the way down to her feet and covering up her legs entirely. A large, thick, furry cape was attached to it via two golden shoulder blades, the same gold as the bracelets on her wrists and the pattern-encrusted belt that topped off the beautiful dress.
In short, if Hiccup didn’t see himself as a lucky man before, he surely would today.
Can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual, she thought to herself. Her love for Hiccup had grown in parallel with his for her. And after all that the two of them had been through together, all the highs and lows, friendships and losses they’d experienced, this felt like the closest thing that they could imagine to a fairytale-like ending to their story.
“Astrid, you almost ready to go?” Ruffnut shouted from outside the room, snapping the bride-to-be out of her reverie.
“Yeah, just give me a minute!” she shouted back.
As she had her head turned to shout in her friend’s direction, however, she had been too distracted to notice a slinking figure make its way out from behind her mirror and hide back underneath the room’s queen-sized bed. It needed to get just the right angle at its target.
Astrid instantly heard a groan from behind the door. "Ugh, okay. I'm just dying for the yak ribs, by the way. I always liked that more than cake," the Thorston twin muttered, to which Astrid rolled her eyes at. Classic Ruffnut.
And so, she continued making her final touches as she took a small brush and proceeded to comb her soft hair. She wanted to look as perfect for him as possible. She certainly knew for sure, that he was doing the same.
Additionally, as wonderful as this day would be, there was one other moment that would come which equally thrilled her, but also slightly made her nervous: their wedding night. When the sun rises upon New Berk tomorrow, Astrid knew they would be bound together forever in mind, body, and soul.
As she got lost in these thoughts, the mysterious figure took in its hand a small vial. A needle was attached to it that was sharp enough to penetrate human skin with ease. And now, that vial was aimed in the same direction the figure’s sinister, hunting eyes were: the beautiful blonde in question.
For Astrid was not the type of person to go down easily; if one wanted to subdue her single-handedly, one needed to be strong, quick, precise, and tactful.
Astrid had just finished her touches, giving herself one last look in the mirror. She’d never put this much effort into her appearance before, and yet for a first try at something like this, she could help a small, cocky grin at the results. She of course had others to thank for their help – even Ruffnut of all people – and she knew now that she was ready.
But as he saw his target make her way to the door to exit the room, so was the figure.
The young woman proceeded to lift her hand at the doorknob, mere inches away from touching it.
"Hey, Ruf--phmm?!"
She suddenly felt a hand swiftly wrap around her beautiful mouth. Before she could even make another attempt at vocalization, she winced at the sudden piercing sensation in the right side of her neck. Before her mind even registered what happened, her legs began to tremble, her vision becoming blurred.
"Ommhh... whm...?" she moaned weakly. The invasive hands released her, and she fell hip-first to the wooden floor, her hands breaking the fall of her upper body. She breathed heavily as she brought her hand to her neck. And there she felt it: a dart.
"W-- wha...!?' she slurred. She failed to notice a hand gently lifting up her hair in examination.
"Well, you're certainly prepared for a special occasion," a thickly accented voice started.
That... voice... Astrid weakly thought. It sounded familiar somehow.
But before she could think any further, her hands slipped out from under her, and her whole body was collapsed onto the floor. The bottom of her dress sprawled out beneath her as she tried her hardest to get herself up. But to her horror, none of her limbs were responding; they just lay flat, rendering her defenseless. Worse yet, she felt the world around her start to fade, her eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.
All the while, the one responsible ran his fingers gently through her locks, almost as if trying to soothe her.
“Unfortunately, this reception has been cancelled. And with it, soon the reign of the hopeful groom.”
Astrid tried to piece together where she’d heard this chilling voice before, so cold and so filthy, like a hunter about to dig into his prey. But she could barely focus on staying conscious. She closed her eyes and didn’t open them. Her head lolled over, and her senses all went dark.
As the bride finally went still, she was picked up by the figure who’d done this to her, who was being ironically gentle considering what he’d just done to her. His narrow, crooked face was smiling widely, knowing he now had the great Astrid Hofferson at his mercy.
Now he just needed to get her away from here.
As he held the helpless young woman bridal style, her head hung limp, letting her hair beautifully flow down.
His smile instantly dropped at the rattling off the door handle. On instinct, the figure went behind the door, turning his back to it. He let his dark clothing both act as camouflage in the darkly lit room, and conceal his prize's contrasting white gown behind it.
The voice he heard immediately caused him to groan inwardly. "Hey, Astrid, sorry for not knocking and invading in bu..."
Not even taking the time to see who it was, he swiftly and silently turned on his heels like the quietest of cats and, with cobra-like efficiency, drove another dart into the back of the person's neck. It was none other than Ruffnut.
"Hey, Mom, Tuff... took... mmmyy..." she slurred. She collided face-first into the floor, her lower half on its knees, putting her rump in the air.
"...ssspooooon...." she mumbled, before finally succumbing to the drug's effect, a comical smile on her features.
The man proceeded to close the door quietly. His gaze turned down at the woman, and his face grimaced in remembrance of this irksome, annoying person.
But no matter. He now had the narrowest of windows to escape, and escape he would. He was tempted to just finish off this little pest so as to make the world a slightly better place, but it wasn’t worth the effort.
Instead, he peeked outside through the open doorway, head turning with the keen eyesight of a hawk, and saw that everyone had their attention turned away from the little hut. And so, he shimmied out of the entrance and slipped through the shadows against the building’s side, as if becoming one with the walls and the darkness. He reached the back of the building, the majority of which faced nothing but empty, uninhabited wildlife, still with his lovely new quarry in his arms.
His escape.
With a wicked grin, the man slowly walked out from the hut’s shadow, reveling in the sunlight that now shined upon him. And in doing so, that light exposed his sharp, angular chin, chiseled (if wrinkled) features, cold and merciless light-blue eyes, and pale-white hair.
None other than the dreaded Grimmel the Grisly. With the future chief of New Berk held helpless in his arms.
Despite his dark intentions, he held Astrid with such gentleness. Yet to make his movements less restricted, the dark mercenary draped her over his shoulder, and skulked off into the woods. He moved with such grace and agility, careful as to not step on crumbled leaves and to leave no trace of his presence ever having been there, save for the dart he left embedded in Ruffnut's neck.
On the far side of New Berk lay a small, rather quaint ship, hidden behind the cliffs and trees of the island. Aboard it were two middle-aged Vikings. By its starboard side, leaning on the railing, was a rather rotund man with deep black hair, an unkempt goatee under his chin. Adorning his head was a horned helmet, the left horn broken in half. He was dressed in the fur coat of an unfortunate polar bear, as protection from the cold.
"Oy, Wiglaf."
The man in question turned to his right to find a much shorter man, about Snotlout's height. He wore the fur coat of a yak, and his right wrist bore a spiked gauntlet. He had a thick brown beard with a slight hint grey in it, and nearly bald head. One of his most distinguishable features was the large purple tattoo on the left side of his neck, that of the most famous dragon in the Strike Class next to the Night Fury: the mighty Skrill.
"It's been nearly two hours," he said in a thick Scottish accent, while raising his hands up. "Do ye suppose he's been caught?"
"Eh, not sure," Wiglaf sighed, not too sure himself. "But he did say he'd be here soon."
A little silence formed between the men, before Wiglaf decided to start a conversation. "Say, Olaf," the taller man started. "This woman Grimmel went after... is she that important?"
"He never told me himself. But from what I've gathered, she's one of the new Berkian chief's closest lieutenants. And I heard something about a … wedding?"
Wiglaf hummed slightly, before an almost dreamy, yet impish expression adorned his features. "What are the chances that she's beautiful?"
To that, the shorter man rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Oh, come off it, ye fat dolt. Didn't ye say goodbye to your wife, not a week ago?" he scornfully inquired.
Wiglaf cringed instantly. "Ugh... Happiest seven days of my life from that old yak, if you ask me. And besides-"
"Ahem!" An approaching voice suddenly sounded off.
The two men’s heads swiftly turned in the direction of the voice. On the modest vessel with them now was the man in question, his ominous silhouette rendering them silent.
“I do apologize if I’m interrupting,” Grimmel scolded. The contrast between the voice of the sophisticated, elegant gentleman and the two lowly, undignified scoundrels was instantly prevalent. As was the way Grimmel carried himself walking with such confidence, even with another human being over his shoulder.
That being caught the attention of Wiglaf first. “Oy, boss, ya got ‘er done! Let’s have a lookie, eh?”
Grimmel was in no mood, having narrowly evaded detection multiple times on his way over here. “You’ll have plenty of time to drink her in. We must be gone from this place. Now!”
Wiglaf grumbled and rolled his eyes, but sadly turned to oblige. “Never lets us have no fun, I say …”
“Nice goin’ there, boss!” Olaf said more cheerfully. “Took ya long enough, but better late than never, I suppose.”
“Indeed,” Grimmel said slowly, as he lowered Astrid onto the ship’s wooden floor.
Even in the ruffled state she was now in, this girl looked ever so beautiful. Her hair was no longer in its carefully-done style, but the natural beauty of it still shined through effortlessly. Her slender curves were highlighted as the beaten dress tucked into it at points. Her face was relaxed and peaceful – albeit not of her own choice.
Grimmel shook off the moment of indulgence and focused on the task at hand: once they were away from New Berk, the next phase of their plot could commence.
"Alright, men, let's get this over with," Grimmel commanded, pointing at Wiglaf. "You raise the anchor."
He then turned and pointed to Olaf. "Set the sail. Then watch over our 'guest'."
At first, Olaf stood in place, processing his command before he nodded. "Yes, Captain," he obliged, making his way to the port side.
"I am not your..." the former dragon hunter for hire just rolled his eyes and brushed it off. He then made his way over to the front of the ship. There, Wiglaf was straining to raise the anchor, before his gaze coincidentally turned to their new cargo in question.
The top of her head was to him, denying the plump pirate a glimpse of her face. Her golden hair and snow-white clad figure on the other hand, lay bare for him. He barely had time to enjoy his ogling, however, as he felt his right ear suddenly twist, making him groan.
"Professional, Mr. Wiglaf. Please be professional," Grimmel requested in mock politeness.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Wiglaf rolled his eyes.
Grimmel then paced over to the figure in question, ignoring Wiglaf’s mutterings of “Why you get to have all the fun.” He reached over to one of the loose coils of thick, tan rope lying around the ship, and turned the unconscious Astrid over onto her stomach. He brought her hands behind her back, palms facing outward, and looped the rope around them to bind her slim-yet-sturdy wrists securely together. With expert skill that came from years of experience, he worked slowly and deliberately, ensuring that his work would not be undone by even Astrid's might. Tying off the knot seemed to confirm that he'd succeeded.
Meanwhile, the ship’s sails were promptly raised, and Wiglaf, at the price of sore muscles that he’d no doubt continuously complain about, had successfully raised the anchor. The ship didn’t take long to pick up on a gust of the steady wind that graced the morning, and the crew of kidnappers was slowly but surely moving away from the island.
Grimmel’s face was one of content and satisfaction. He was looking like he’d get away without a hitch.
Then he heard the moaning. Decidedly female moaning.
"Mmmhh..."
The girl was waking. Which meant the drug would wear off enough for her to be mobile.
Without hesitation, Grimmel produced a vibrant white fabric from his belt and proceeded to ensure their presence remained unknown.
"Wh-- Wha--mph...?" As the young woman stirred, she oddly found her beautiful mouth being forced closed, the sensation of something soft wrapping over her lips.
"Whmmm... Hmm?" Her blue eyes suddenly fluttered with more vigor as she regained full consciousness. Then she felt the same thing over her mouth go behind her head and winding into a knot, getting swallowed up in her lustrous locks.
And then she realized … she was being gagged!
“Rrrhhhmmm!!” she screamed, beginning to thrash about aimlessly to get away from whomever was doing this to her. But she then felt her arms gripped none-too-lightly, and her body thrust about. “Wmmmhh?!”
As her vision finally cleared, Astrid could make out an ocean reflecting the morning sun, bits of the outskirts of New Berk on the edge of her sights. It wasn’t the dressing room she remembered last being in.
But before she could take in any more of her new surroundings, Astrid was promptly shoved inside a small, dimly lit chamber, the minimal light accentuating her features. She kept fighting her captors, muffled screams expressing her rage, hair starting to unravel amidst her mighty fight.
But when a knife swiftly entered her vision, the blonde felt herself freeze up. It landed less than an inch from her neck, trapping her from making another move. The girl breathed in deeply, light moans escaping the cloth as she kept still, much to her chagrin.
"Hush now, fair maiden" her captor coolly whispered. As Astrid slowly turned her head in it's direction, she felt the rare sensation of her heart leaping into her throat. Grimmel the Grisly, alive and well, was staring her down like a calculative carnivore facing his cornered prey.
"Astrid, yes?" He asked her name with a sudden passive-aggressive voice. "Would you please be so kind as to stay put, while I continue with my progress?"
Astrid swallowed her surprise briefly and suddenly growled under her gag. "Hrrm-- gthpm...!"
She instantly gulped as the side of the small blade suddenly found itself touching her throat. She did her best lean her head back, and closed her eyes in sudden fright.
"Please?" the mercenary sweetly asked.
Astrid forced her eyes open to meet his gaze. And with that, she reluctantly and slowly nodded her head, the best she could.
Grimmel smiled, and teasingly let his blade slowly slide off her neck, never even breaking the surface of her soft skin. In an almost switchblade fashion, he twirled his dagger and skillfully placed it back in its sheath. Astrid took this chance to relax for a moment and let loose the breath she was holding. She exhaled a deep breath into the gag, only to feel some of it bounce back against her lips.
"Very good," Grimmel praised as he got to his feet, a small coil of rope in hand.
He proceeded to stand on one knee behind her, moving her cape aside. He then began wrapping the coils around her torso, entrapping her biceps to her sides. Astrid begrudgingly grumbled at the feel of these ropes binding her. In a few places they squeezed painfully, making her whimper irritably. "Hrph... Mmm... Riffmm...!
While Grimmel did this, he took notice of her muffles. And now that he thought of it ... the sounds from her gagged mouth were actually ... quite interesting. Pleasing even.
As quickly as those unprofessional thoughts came to mind, they were shrugged off.
With one final tie off, he raised himself up and got in front of her, taking in his work … and noting her beauty as well.
"I think Freya herself would be jealous," he commented as he gestured his hand to the girl. "What do you think, lass?" he jokingly asked, which only succeeded in earning not-to-humored frown from Astrid.
The two of them then heard approaching footsteps from on deck, and turned their heads to find two men who were altogether unfamiliar to Astrid. Their eyes immediately fell upon their "guest" in question.
The men were in awe at the sight before them. The mighty Astrid, now fully bound and gagged, helpless before them. Her upper body was now in a cocoon of thick, crisscrossing ropes that constricted her arms and stomach like a powerful snake. It seemed like they even made breathing a bit harder, judging by the heavy breaths through her nose, occasionally accompanied by the slightest hint of a whine through the cloth.
She began squirming, twisting her wrapped-up frame. The levels of discomfort, rage, and – to her bitter acknowledgement – vulnerability she felt were more than obvious.
“Grmmh, tnnmmghp …”
“Well I’ll be … just when I thought she couldn’t get any better,” Olaf said dreamily.
“You look gorgeous, darlin’,” Wiglaf added on. “Just as beautiful as any bride should.”
“HMMMM MRMRRMM!!” Astrid lunged at the two, only for Grimmel to grab her shoulders and keep her in place. Despite her bound state, she was still a bit tough to keep still.
“GMMPH!!”
Wiglaf’s comment struck a nerve with her. She’d been looking forward to this day, for a long time now. And to be reminded of what she was supposed to be doing right now added new insult to her already-bleak situation. Her piercing eyes narrowed into slits as all three men stared at her. The way her hair lay over her gag; how her dress wrinkled up and tightened where the ropes held her; how her powerful arms bulged out from straining against their bonds.
They’d have their revenge, yes. But they had something quite special to look at until then.
Suddenly, Astrid found herself yanked over yet again. This time, it was to a thin, wooden pillar in the back corner of the cabin.
“MMMPH!!”
She was shoved with her back against the pillar. She made to break away, but her bound hands were grabbed harshly by Grimmel.
“You seem like a smart one, lass. You do realize you have no chance of escape, do you not?”
Astrid seethed, but thought it through. Bound as she was, she had limited means of defense. And with three men against her … she hated herself for admitting it, but she knew that Grimmel was right.
So with all the self-control within her, Astrid didn’t fight it as Grimmel took out one more bit of rope, fastened it around her already-bound wrists, and wound the other end around the pillar behind her. Now, only a couple of inches of rope separated Astrid from the beam, and she was trapped in place. Like a trophy mounted on a wall.
“Ain’t that a thing of beauty,” Olaf uttered as he looked at the handiwork. He gently stroked a few fingers along the coarse ropes, admiring how perfectly they clung to the captive, almost like they were now a layer of skin to her. Ironically, it wasn’t unlike how a bridesmaid would feel after making sure their bride looked perfect in her dress.
Astrid growled under her gag at the short man's comment. In that instant as he got close, touching her bonds, she immediately raised her leg and drove home a kick into his "jewels".
The man's eyes lit up in surprise and pain, and he instantly fell to his knees with a barely audible wheezy breath. The bride-turned-hostage then raised her foot again and kicked him square in his nose, sending him flying about two feet back.
Wiglaf and Grimmel's jaws hung instantly. As Wiglaf started to fumble over his words, Grimmel suddenly felt a smile worm its way on his features. He just loved the fiery spirit in people, sometimes. Then Astrid turned to him, and he could almost see the pleased smile under the cloth.
All he did was return her smile, making her frown.
"Uh ... Olaf ...? the fatter Viking asked of his now-dizzy companion. All he received was a pained mix between a groan and wheeze from him.
At this, a sudden sound erupted, making all three heads turn to see Grimmel chuckling. A surprised Astrid felt his hand touch her cheek, making her shake her head from it in disgust and glare at her kidnapper.
"Dothm effrmthommth mmaphmm!"
"I've actually considered doing that myself, girl. I truly appreciate you sparing me the trouble," he simply laughed.
“Eh, boss, I think we gotta get Olaf some help,” Wiglaf uttered, hunched over a curled-up Olaf.
“No good, rotten little twit …” Olaf strained out in between bouts of pain.
Grimmel rolled his eyes once more. How did he stoop so low to have to rely on these two? Nonetheless, he conceded that the bound and gagged girl had done a number on his lowly insubordinate. Additionally, he needed to make additional preparations and plans. When they discovered the disappearance of their future chieftess, those pesky Berkians could respond in a number of ways, all of which he would be ready for.
And so, as his minions left the cabin, Grimmel turned to his captive one last time, who was still tugging at her bonds and “leash”. Grimmel chuckled lowly; this beautiful one would be quite a handful.
“There is no way out this time. No one gets the drop on Grimmel the Grisly and lives to tell about it. And you, your precious fiancée, and civilization, will all be no different.” His smile widened. “But until then, you shall make quite nice company.”
Astrid’s face flared up at that, crystal blue irises shining in rage at the mention of her love and island. “Dnnnymmdnn gmmnnphmm! RRRGH!!”
With that, the white-haired mastermind walked out of the cabin, door shut and locked behind him. Leaving Astrid to fight for all she was worth against the ropes.
Her dress and hair swayed violently as she tossed, turned, and pulled her upper body with all of her might. Her legs kept repositioning themselves to adjust to her halted momentum, the girl stumbling as the ropes pulled her back with every attempt she made to get loose from the pillar. All the while she shouted and grunted into the cloth gripping her mouth, shaking her head to desperately try and dislodge it, which in turn ruffled her golden hair even further.
The How To Train Your Dragon franchise and all characters except Olaf and Wiglaf, all belong to Dreamworks.
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Originally uploaded on January 18, 2020.
One of my best and most supportive watchers, DracoTyrannus on DeviantArt (https://www.deviantart.com/dracotyrannus), joined me in crafting a story for How To Train Your Dragon, featuring Astrid as the DiD. This idea was inspired by a picture created by Yalleo, which is used as the thumbnail and linked to at the end of each chapter. I figured having a sort of bonus addition to the third film's conclusion would be fitting, and Draco very much agreed. The story utilizes a mix of our writing styles. He and I both went back and forth crafting various parts of the story, and I think it mixes together quite smoothly!
Draco has been working on his own story, a retelling of the Aladdin story using Zootopia-based characters and locations. If that's your kind of thing, I believe you'll find much enjoyment from it!
Thank you to Draco for taking part on this journey with me! It was a very fun and smooth process that I'll look back on fondly! For now, we hope you enjoy the story!
The beautiful young woman stood in her dressing room, gazing at her reflection in the elegant mirror. She had never considered herself one for more overtly-feminine traditions or garb, always known as a more rough-and-tumble type. But considering the wonderful circumstances behind this moment, and this day, the side of her that would more generously lean into something like this showed in the content sigh that escaped her as she looked at herself.
Today would soon become one of her most cherished memories. For today... was her wedding ceremony.
After nearly seven years of a dedicated, faithful relationship with the young chief of New Berk, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, he finally did what both believed to be a far cry from their present state: he asked for her hand in marriage. Of course, the young, former dragon rider accepted.
Of all the people in the tribe who waited patiently for some time, it seem their old friend Fishlegs was the most thrilled at their announcement.
And as such, she prepared herself, as custom, away from the eyes of her lover, and fiancée, and he did the same. Moments ago, Ruffnut and Gothi helped prepare the bride-to-be, before the latter ushered the former out, leaving her to herself and her mirror.
Astrid sighed at her reflection with an almost dreamlike expression. She looked into her own eyes, a beautiful sapphire color, like the blue sea with a bright, cloudless sky shining atop it. Normally, she'd wear her hair in a bun or ponytail, but this time she let it down to its full glory. It flowed down beautifully, like an alabaster sea of luscious gold. Even her gown was a great contrast from her casual wear. It was pure white on top of a slightly darker shade, going all the way down to her feet and covering up her legs entirely. A large, thick, furry cape was attached to it via two golden shoulder blades, the same gold as the bracelets on her wrists and the pattern-encrusted belt that topped off the beautiful dress.
In short, if Hiccup didn’t see himself as a lucky man before, he surely would today.
Can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual, she thought to herself. Her love for Hiccup had grown in parallel with his for her. And after all that the two of them had been through together, all the highs and lows, friendships and losses they’d experienced, this felt like the closest thing that they could imagine to a fairytale-like ending to their story.
“Astrid, you almost ready to go?” Ruffnut shouted from outside the room, snapping the bride-to-be out of her reverie.
“Yeah, just give me a minute!” she shouted back.
As she had her head turned to shout in her friend’s direction, however, she had been too distracted to notice a slinking figure make its way out from behind her mirror and hide back underneath the room’s queen-sized bed. It needed to get just the right angle at its target.
Astrid instantly heard a groan from behind the door. "Ugh, okay. I'm just dying for the yak ribs, by the way. I always liked that more than cake," the Thorston twin muttered, to which Astrid rolled her eyes at. Classic Ruffnut.
And so, she continued making her final touches as she took a small brush and proceeded to comb her soft hair. She wanted to look as perfect for him as possible. She certainly knew for sure, that he was doing the same.
Additionally, as wonderful as this day would be, there was one other moment that would come which equally thrilled her, but also slightly made her nervous: their wedding night. When the sun rises upon New Berk tomorrow, Astrid knew they would be bound together forever in mind, body, and soul.
As she got lost in these thoughts, the mysterious figure took in its hand a small vial. A needle was attached to it that was sharp enough to penetrate human skin with ease. And now, that vial was aimed in the same direction the figure’s sinister, hunting eyes were: the beautiful blonde in question.
For Astrid was not the type of person to go down easily; if one wanted to subdue her single-handedly, one needed to be strong, quick, precise, and tactful.
Astrid had just finished her touches, giving herself one last look in the mirror. She’d never put this much effort into her appearance before, and yet for a first try at something like this, she could help a small, cocky grin at the results. She of course had others to thank for their help – even Ruffnut of all people – and she knew now that she was ready.
But as he saw his target make her way to the door to exit the room, so was the figure.
The young woman proceeded to lift her hand at the doorknob, mere inches away from touching it.
"Hey, Ruf--phmm?!"
She suddenly felt a hand swiftly wrap around her beautiful mouth. Before she could even make another attempt at vocalization, she winced at the sudden piercing sensation in the right side of her neck. Before her mind even registered what happened, her legs began to tremble, her vision becoming blurred.
"Ommhh... whm...?" she moaned weakly. The invasive hands released her, and she fell hip-first to the wooden floor, her hands breaking the fall of her upper body. She breathed heavily as she brought her hand to her neck. And there she felt it: a dart.
"W-- wha...!?' she slurred. She failed to notice a hand gently lifting up her hair in examination.
"Well, you're certainly prepared for a special occasion," a thickly accented voice started.
That... voice... Astrid weakly thought. It sounded familiar somehow.
But before she could think any further, her hands slipped out from under her, and her whole body was collapsed onto the floor. The bottom of her dress sprawled out beneath her as she tried her hardest to get herself up. But to her horror, none of her limbs were responding; they just lay flat, rendering her defenseless. Worse yet, she felt the world around her start to fade, her eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.
All the while, the one responsible ran his fingers gently through her locks, almost as if trying to soothe her.
“Unfortunately, this reception has been cancelled. And with it, soon the reign of the hopeful groom.”
Astrid tried to piece together where she’d heard this chilling voice before, so cold and so filthy, like a hunter about to dig into his prey. But she could barely focus on staying conscious. She closed her eyes and didn’t open them. Her head lolled over, and her senses all went dark.
As the bride finally went still, she was picked up by the figure who’d done this to her, who was being ironically gentle considering what he’d just done to her. His narrow, crooked face was smiling widely, knowing he now had the great Astrid Hofferson at his mercy.
Now he just needed to get her away from here.
As he held the helpless young woman bridal style, her head hung limp, letting her hair beautifully flow down.
His smile instantly dropped at the rattling off the door handle. On instinct, the figure went behind the door, turning his back to it. He let his dark clothing both act as camouflage in the darkly lit room, and conceal his prize's contrasting white gown behind it.
The voice he heard immediately caused him to groan inwardly. "Hey, Astrid, sorry for not knocking and invading in bu..."
Not even taking the time to see who it was, he swiftly and silently turned on his heels like the quietest of cats and, with cobra-like efficiency, drove another dart into the back of the person's neck. It was none other than Ruffnut.
"Hey, Mom, Tuff... took... mmmyy..." she slurred. She collided face-first into the floor, her lower half on its knees, putting her rump in the air.
"...ssspooooon...." she mumbled, before finally succumbing to the drug's effect, a comical smile on her features.
The man proceeded to close the door quietly. His gaze turned down at the woman, and his face grimaced in remembrance of this irksome, annoying person.
But no matter. He now had the narrowest of windows to escape, and escape he would. He was tempted to just finish off this little pest so as to make the world a slightly better place, but it wasn’t worth the effort.
Instead, he peeked outside through the open doorway, head turning with the keen eyesight of a hawk, and saw that everyone had their attention turned away from the little hut. And so, he shimmied out of the entrance and slipped through the shadows against the building’s side, as if becoming one with the walls and the darkness. He reached the back of the building, the majority of which faced nothing but empty, uninhabited wildlife, still with his lovely new quarry in his arms.
His escape.
With a wicked grin, the man slowly walked out from the hut’s shadow, reveling in the sunlight that now shined upon him. And in doing so, that light exposed his sharp, angular chin, chiseled (if wrinkled) features, cold and merciless light-blue eyes, and pale-white hair.
None other than the dreaded Grimmel the Grisly. With the future chief of New Berk held helpless in his arms.
Despite his dark intentions, he held Astrid with such gentleness. Yet to make his movements less restricted, the dark mercenary draped her over his shoulder, and skulked off into the woods. He moved with such grace and agility, careful as to not step on crumbled leaves and to leave no trace of his presence ever having been there, save for the dart he left embedded in Ruffnut's neck.
On the far side of New Berk lay a small, rather quaint ship, hidden behind the cliffs and trees of the island. Aboard it were two middle-aged Vikings. By its starboard side, leaning on the railing, was a rather rotund man with deep black hair, an unkempt goatee under his chin. Adorning his head was a horned helmet, the left horn broken in half. He was dressed in the fur coat of an unfortunate polar bear, as protection from the cold.
"Oy, Wiglaf."
The man in question turned to his right to find a much shorter man, about Snotlout's height. He wore the fur coat of a yak, and his right wrist bore a spiked gauntlet. He had a thick brown beard with a slight hint grey in it, and nearly bald head. One of his most distinguishable features was the large purple tattoo on the left side of his neck, that of the most famous dragon in the Strike Class next to the Night Fury: the mighty Skrill.
"It's been nearly two hours," he said in a thick Scottish accent, while raising his hands up. "Do ye suppose he's been caught?"
"Eh, not sure," Wiglaf sighed, not too sure himself. "But he did say he'd be here soon."
A little silence formed between the men, before Wiglaf decided to start a conversation. "Say, Olaf," the taller man started. "This woman Grimmel went after... is she that important?"
"He never told me himself. But from what I've gathered, she's one of the new Berkian chief's closest lieutenants. And I heard something about a … wedding?"
Wiglaf hummed slightly, before an almost dreamy, yet impish expression adorned his features. "What are the chances that she's beautiful?"
To that, the shorter man rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Oh, come off it, ye fat dolt. Didn't ye say goodbye to your wife, not a week ago?" he scornfully inquired.
Wiglaf cringed instantly. "Ugh... Happiest seven days of my life from that old yak, if you ask me. And besides-"
"Ahem!" An approaching voice suddenly sounded off.
The two men’s heads swiftly turned in the direction of the voice. On the modest vessel with them now was the man in question, his ominous silhouette rendering them silent.
“I do apologize if I’m interrupting,” Grimmel scolded. The contrast between the voice of the sophisticated, elegant gentleman and the two lowly, undignified scoundrels was instantly prevalent. As was the way Grimmel carried himself walking with such confidence, even with another human being over his shoulder.
That being caught the attention of Wiglaf first. “Oy, boss, ya got ‘er done! Let’s have a lookie, eh?”
Grimmel was in no mood, having narrowly evaded detection multiple times on his way over here. “You’ll have plenty of time to drink her in. We must be gone from this place. Now!”
Wiglaf grumbled and rolled his eyes, but sadly turned to oblige. “Never lets us have no fun, I say …”
“Nice goin’ there, boss!” Olaf said more cheerfully. “Took ya long enough, but better late than never, I suppose.”
“Indeed,” Grimmel said slowly, as he lowered Astrid onto the ship’s wooden floor.
Even in the ruffled state she was now in, this girl looked ever so beautiful. Her hair was no longer in its carefully-done style, but the natural beauty of it still shined through effortlessly. Her slender curves were highlighted as the beaten dress tucked into it at points. Her face was relaxed and peaceful – albeit not of her own choice.
Grimmel shook off the moment of indulgence and focused on the task at hand: once they were away from New Berk, the next phase of their plot could commence.
"Alright, men, let's get this over with," Grimmel commanded, pointing at Wiglaf. "You raise the anchor."
He then turned and pointed to Olaf. "Set the sail. Then watch over our 'guest'."
At first, Olaf stood in place, processing his command before he nodded. "Yes, Captain," he obliged, making his way to the port side.
"I am not your..." the former dragon hunter for hire just rolled his eyes and brushed it off. He then made his way over to the front of the ship. There, Wiglaf was straining to raise the anchor, before his gaze coincidentally turned to their new cargo in question.
The top of her head was to him, denying the plump pirate a glimpse of her face. Her golden hair and snow-white clad figure on the other hand, lay bare for him. He barely had time to enjoy his ogling, however, as he felt his right ear suddenly twist, making him groan.
"Professional, Mr. Wiglaf. Please be professional," Grimmel requested in mock politeness.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Wiglaf rolled his eyes.
Grimmel then paced over to the figure in question, ignoring Wiglaf’s mutterings of “Why you get to have all the fun.” He reached over to one of the loose coils of thick, tan rope lying around the ship, and turned the unconscious Astrid over onto her stomach. He brought her hands behind her back, palms facing outward, and looped the rope around them to bind her slim-yet-sturdy wrists securely together. With expert skill that came from years of experience, he worked slowly and deliberately, ensuring that his work would not be undone by even Astrid's might. Tying off the knot seemed to confirm that he'd succeeded.
Meanwhile, the ship’s sails were promptly raised, and Wiglaf, at the price of sore muscles that he’d no doubt continuously complain about, had successfully raised the anchor. The ship didn’t take long to pick up on a gust of the steady wind that graced the morning, and the crew of kidnappers was slowly but surely moving away from the island.
Grimmel’s face was one of content and satisfaction. He was looking like he’d get away without a hitch.
Then he heard the moaning. Decidedly female moaning.
"Mmmhh..."
The girl was waking. Which meant the drug would wear off enough for her to be mobile.
Without hesitation, Grimmel produced a vibrant white fabric from his belt and proceeded to ensure their presence remained unknown.
"Wh-- Wha--mph...?" As the young woman stirred, she oddly found her beautiful mouth being forced closed, the sensation of something soft wrapping over her lips.
"Whmmm... Hmm?" Her blue eyes suddenly fluttered with more vigor as she regained full consciousness. Then she felt the same thing over her mouth go behind her head and winding into a knot, getting swallowed up in her lustrous locks.
And then she realized … she was being gagged!
“Rrrhhhmmm!!” she screamed, beginning to thrash about aimlessly to get away from whomever was doing this to her. But she then felt her arms gripped none-too-lightly, and her body thrust about. “Wmmmhh?!”
As her vision finally cleared, Astrid could make out an ocean reflecting the morning sun, bits of the outskirts of New Berk on the edge of her sights. It wasn’t the dressing room she remembered last being in.
But before she could take in any more of her new surroundings, Astrid was promptly shoved inside a small, dimly lit chamber, the minimal light accentuating her features. She kept fighting her captors, muffled screams expressing her rage, hair starting to unravel amidst her mighty fight.
But when a knife swiftly entered her vision, the blonde felt herself freeze up. It landed less than an inch from her neck, trapping her from making another move. The girl breathed in deeply, light moans escaping the cloth as she kept still, much to her chagrin.
"Hush now, fair maiden" her captor coolly whispered. As Astrid slowly turned her head in it's direction, she felt the rare sensation of her heart leaping into her throat. Grimmel the Grisly, alive and well, was staring her down like a calculative carnivore facing his cornered prey.
"Astrid, yes?" He asked her name with a sudden passive-aggressive voice. "Would you please be so kind as to stay put, while I continue with my progress?"
Astrid swallowed her surprise briefly and suddenly growled under her gag. "Hrrm-- gthpm...!"
She instantly gulped as the side of the small blade suddenly found itself touching her throat. She did her best lean her head back, and closed her eyes in sudden fright.
"Please?" the mercenary sweetly asked.
Astrid forced her eyes open to meet his gaze. And with that, she reluctantly and slowly nodded her head, the best she could.
Grimmel smiled, and teasingly let his blade slowly slide off her neck, never even breaking the surface of her soft skin. In an almost switchblade fashion, he twirled his dagger and skillfully placed it back in its sheath. Astrid took this chance to relax for a moment and let loose the breath she was holding. She exhaled a deep breath into the gag, only to feel some of it bounce back against her lips.
"Very good," Grimmel praised as he got to his feet, a small coil of rope in hand.
He proceeded to stand on one knee behind her, moving her cape aside. He then began wrapping the coils around her torso, entrapping her biceps to her sides. Astrid begrudgingly grumbled at the feel of these ropes binding her. In a few places they squeezed painfully, making her whimper irritably. "Hrph... Mmm... Riffmm...!
While Grimmel did this, he took notice of her muffles. And now that he thought of it ... the sounds from her gagged mouth were actually ... quite interesting. Pleasing even.
As quickly as those unprofessional thoughts came to mind, they were shrugged off.
With one final tie off, he raised himself up and got in front of her, taking in his work … and noting her beauty as well.
"I think Freya herself would be jealous," he commented as he gestured his hand to the girl. "What do you think, lass?" he jokingly asked, which only succeeded in earning not-to-humored frown from Astrid.
The two of them then heard approaching footsteps from on deck, and turned their heads to find two men who were altogether unfamiliar to Astrid. Their eyes immediately fell upon their "guest" in question.
The men were in awe at the sight before them. The mighty Astrid, now fully bound and gagged, helpless before them. Her upper body was now in a cocoon of thick, crisscrossing ropes that constricted her arms and stomach like a powerful snake. It seemed like they even made breathing a bit harder, judging by the heavy breaths through her nose, occasionally accompanied by the slightest hint of a whine through the cloth.
She began squirming, twisting her wrapped-up frame. The levels of discomfort, rage, and – to her bitter acknowledgement – vulnerability she felt were more than obvious.
“Grmmh, tnnmmghp …”
“Well I’ll be … just when I thought she couldn’t get any better,” Olaf said dreamily.
“You look gorgeous, darlin’,” Wiglaf added on. “Just as beautiful as any bride should.”
“HMMMM MRMRRMM!!” Astrid lunged at the two, only for Grimmel to grab her shoulders and keep her in place. Despite her bound state, she was still a bit tough to keep still.
“GMMPH!!”
Wiglaf’s comment struck a nerve with her. She’d been looking forward to this day, for a long time now. And to be reminded of what she was supposed to be doing right now added new insult to her already-bleak situation. Her piercing eyes narrowed into slits as all three men stared at her. The way her hair lay over her gag; how her dress wrinkled up and tightened where the ropes held her; how her powerful arms bulged out from straining against their bonds.
They’d have their revenge, yes. But they had something quite special to look at until then.
Suddenly, Astrid found herself yanked over yet again. This time, it was to a thin, wooden pillar in the back corner of the cabin.
“MMMPH!!”
She was shoved with her back against the pillar. She made to break away, but her bound hands were grabbed harshly by Grimmel.
“You seem like a smart one, lass. You do realize you have no chance of escape, do you not?”
Astrid seethed, but thought it through. Bound as she was, she had limited means of defense. And with three men against her … she hated herself for admitting it, but she knew that Grimmel was right.
So with all the self-control within her, Astrid didn’t fight it as Grimmel took out one more bit of rope, fastened it around her already-bound wrists, and wound the other end around the pillar behind her. Now, only a couple of inches of rope separated Astrid from the beam, and she was trapped in place. Like a trophy mounted on a wall.
“Ain’t that a thing of beauty,” Olaf uttered as he looked at the handiwork. He gently stroked a few fingers along the coarse ropes, admiring how perfectly they clung to the captive, almost like they were now a layer of skin to her. Ironically, it wasn’t unlike how a bridesmaid would feel after making sure their bride looked perfect in her dress.
Astrid growled under her gag at the short man's comment. In that instant as he got close, touching her bonds, she immediately raised her leg and drove home a kick into his "jewels".
The man's eyes lit up in surprise and pain, and he instantly fell to his knees with a barely audible wheezy breath. The bride-turned-hostage then raised her foot again and kicked him square in his nose, sending him flying about two feet back.
Wiglaf and Grimmel's jaws hung instantly. As Wiglaf started to fumble over his words, Grimmel suddenly felt a smile worm its way on his features. He just loved the fiery spirit in people, sometimes. Then Astrid turned to him, and he could almost see the pleased smile under the cloth.
All he did was return her smile, making her frown.
"Uh ... Olaf ...? the fatter Viking asked of his now-dizzy companion. All he received was a pained mix between a groan and wheeze from him.
At this, a sudden sound erupted, making all three heads turn to see Grimmel chuckling. A surprised Astrid felt his hand touch her cheek, making her shake her head from it in disgust and glare at her kidnapper.
"Dothm effrmthommth mmaphmm!"
"I've actually considered doing that myself, girl. I truly appreciate you sparing me the trouble," he simply laughed.
“Eh, boss, I think we gotta get Olaf some help,” Wiglaf uttered, hunched over a curled-up Olaf.
“No good, rotten little twit …” Olaf strained out in between bouts of pain.
Grimmel rolled his eyes once more. How did he stoop so low to have to rely on these two? Nonetheless, he conceded that the bound and gagged girl had done a number on his lowly insubordinate. Additionally, he needed to make additional preparations and plans. When they discovered the disappearance of their future chieftess, those pesky Berkians could respond in a number of ways, all of which he would be ready for.
And so, as his minions left the cabin, Grimmel turned to his captive one last time, who was still tugging at her bonds and “leash”. Grimmel chuckled lowly; this beautiful one would be quite a handful.
“There is no way out this time. No one gets the drop on Grimmel the Grisly and lives to tell about it. And you, your precious fiancée, and civilization, will all be no different.” His smile widened. “But until then, you shall make quite nice company.”
Astrid’s face flared up at that, crystal blue irises shining in rage at the mention of her love and island. “Dnnnymmdnn gmmnnphmm! RRRGH!!”
With that, the white-haired mastermind walked out of the cabin, door shut and locked behind him. Leaving Astrid to fight for all she was worth against the ropes.
Her dress and hair swayed violently as she tossed, turned, and pulled her upper body with all of her might. Her legs kept repositioning themselves to adjust to her halted momentum, the girl stumbling as the ropes pulled her back with every attempt she made to get loose from the pillar. All the while she shouted and grunted into the cloth gripping her mouth, shaking her head to desperately try and dislodge it, which in turn ruffled her golden hair even further.
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Originally uploaded on January 18, 2020.
One of my best and most supportive watchers, DracoTyrannus on DeviantArt (https://www.deviantart.com/dracotyrannus), joined me in crafting a story for How To Train Your Dragon, featuring Astrid as the DiD. This idea was inspired by a picture created by Yalleo, which is used as the thumbnail and linked to at the end of each chapter. I figured having a sort of bonus addition to the third film's conclusion would be fitting, and Draco very much agreed. The story utilizes a mix of our writing styles. He and I both went back and forth crafting various parts of the story, and I think it mixes together quite smoothly!
Draco has been working on his own story, a retelling of the Aladdin story using Zootopia-based characters and locations. If that's your kind of thing, I believe you'll find much enjoyment from it!
Thank you to Draco for taking part on this journey with me! It was a very fun and smooth process that I'll look back on fondly! For now, we hope you enjoy the story!
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