[Hiccup]

A chief protects his own... He'd heard these words so many times growing up, but what did they really mean when he was adrift at sea with no oars, no sails, and no way of knowing exaxctly what direction he was going in...If he was going at all. It felt like he was moving, the small boat being pulled and pushed by the lurching tides, sometimes easy and calm, sometimes heavy and hostile. He felt foolish now, thinking he could make a difference, thinking he could change anything, Berk had stayed steady and unaltered for hundreds of generations, what made him think that a runt, a hiccup could do anything different? Oh but he'd tried, despite knowing better, despite the fear and hostility he knew he's meet from his attempts, in the end they'd all agreed that he was more of a danger to them than any dragon. It had been...Several days since he'd been set adrift at sea, and for a while he was confident, even with nothing to properly steer or move himself, the ocean always pulled to somewhere, in a few days he was sure he would touch down on land somewhere, then he could figure out what to do from there, live in the woods maybe, at least he wouldn't starve... ...But that had been days ago, he hadn't factored in how long an already small person like himself might fare without food or water, a grown man would have been struggling by now, but he was 15, and he was already underweight and small, even if he hated admitting it...But by some twist of fate, he still wasn't sure if this was cruel or not, he was alive, doggedly determined not to die out here in the middle of the ocean, even though every motion was a protest from an aching and exhausted body, and his eyes and mouth felt so dry that it hurt. He was sure he was getting dangerously into dehydration, and at this point he could do little more than curl up in the bottom of the boat, all sense of time ebbing away as hours and days blurred into one completely detached haze. He didn't stir from this until the boat lurched, a hard feeling that jolted the starved and parched body inside. He forced himself to fight against his body's want to stay laying down as he sat up, eyes widening as much as they could, given how much they hurt, when he saw a foreboding island stretching wide in front of him. It was dark, with a cruel sort of feeling coming off in waves...But it was land...And when he glanced back out at sea it was not hard to convince himself to struggle out of the boat and stumble up the shore, through arching spires that could almost look like an entry point. He had a thought to call out to...Anyone...If this island was even inhabited, but his throat was so parched and cracked, that the act only managed to draw out a series of ragged and haggard coughing. "Hiccup" - "Toothless" Noxaura

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[Noxaura]

Come Dance With The Devil Bow down and look to your leader, see me as I carve my brand into you and watch as I revel in your pain and fear She had landed herself here as a starving teen only a few years ago, someone like her who had survived for so long having no ties to the community she lived within was astonishing. How she had survived all this time was nothing short of a mystery. Many others had tried to kill her, tried to take her head so that their bellies would be filled for another night. They would have succeeded too, if she were weak. See that was the difference between other teens within her shoes and herself, it was the fact that she wasn't weak. She was as strong as an ox with a temper worse than a dragons. She already held a good title with her fighting nightmare, the dragons silvery purple flesh was known throughout the kill ring and was revered whenever it came out to preform. Her clothes were always new and never stayed blood free for long, whether it was dragon or human varied on the day she was having. She was still young however, at the budding age of 18 and considered perfect for suitors to try and claim her hand. None of them had their heads now, if they could not best her than they were not worth having around. So it was today that human blood and remains decorated those awful baggy clothes. They were new to her, not to anyone else. She stole them off of who became her meals and she hardly ever went hungry. Murder was accepted so long as the one killed was used for food. She followed in the footsteps of the soothsayers, never eating anything that wasn't pure. Dragons flesh was certainly not on her menu, to eat something so toxic was simply asking to destroy the temple that was her body. She certainly wasn't going to eat anything as lowly as mollusks or clams, that would be even worse and disgraceful. She kicked one back out to sea, the black sands of home being far to comforting to her anxious mind. Dinner was settled, but she was still missing something, an obsession. She had felt so emotionally numb without one and it was starting to take its toll on her. So when the image of a wrecked ship came within her line of sight she b-lined for it. A feral grin stretched across her face as she stealthy moved through the ship only to find it empty. She scowled, thinking someone had gotten to it before her when she saw the footsteps. She followed them, like a hunter tracking its prey only to be alerted by a harsh, wet, coughing noise. Now her curiosity was piqued to the brim. She moved closer to the haggard sound, aurora eyes glittering with anticipation of the next discovery. It was...a boy, if one could even call it that. Her curiosity turned into concern for the frail and sweet looking thing. She crept closer, her hand coming out to touch the young things back. He was smaller than her, thinner, shorter, but frail and weak. He wouldn't last very long on the island they would now call home, he needed water badly if his dry lips and harsh voice were anything to go by. She took off running, her steps fast and harsh on the sanded ground. She knew where to get water and would gladly rip a waterskin from someones dead hands if they didn't want to fork it over. Unfortunately she didn't have to since others knew her reputation, once it was filled with water she raced back down to the young thing. She lept down from a rather large rock in a perfect crouch before making her way over to the sickly looking male. He was quite cute for viking standards and she vaguely wondered if he was some sort of disguised fae. She would lean him up wordlessly, placing the waterskin to his lips. She would force him to drink if he didn't feel like cooperating, or if he was to out of it to actually preform the basic action correctly. Once done she would pick him up bridal style and carry him back to her small house within the spires. She opened the iron gated door with little difficulty before placing the small boy down on a bed of dragon hides. She shut the door and locked it, getting more water for the boy to drink from her own reserves. She came over to him with a glass of water, her mind set on getting the little one hydrated enough to speak or at least gain some form of rest. She would bring it to his lips, forcing him to drink if necessary and then put the glass down on a table. Her house was spacious despite her low standing in the hierarchy of their home. It held two bedrooms, a small lava flow that ran through the living room. It provided ample light and heat most of the time, a heavy set table, two beds, and a couch which the younger one was now laying upon. She liked having dragon hides draped across every piece of furniture she owned, the trophies of each one of her kills. She would let him rest if he was not in the mood to speak just yet.             Action - "Speech" - Magic & Powers I am your enchantress, the demon of love, and sweetheart your life is in my hands

Love is a funny thing It drives me forward To plunge my knife in your chest

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[Hiccup]

❝

I delivered us to where we are, I have journeyed farther, I am everything I've learned and more still it calls me.

❞

There was a moment of dread when he realized that maybe this island was uninhabited, he loathed the thought of trying to push that boat back out to sea in the sorry state it was in, and even if he did manage to patch the holes(which he was fairly confident in his ability to do), how long would he even last out there? Another few days? The island itself didn't look terribly promising as far as resources went, but he supposed appearances could be deceiving, he knew that better than anyone, he needed to at least find fresh water, that was vital to his survival at this point.

He froze and his expression became quite twisted with alarm when he felt a hand against his back, the area horribly tender where a gruesome burn had not been quite as well tended as it could have been, why bother properly heal an outcast you were sending to die anyway? He pulled away after a moment, turning alarmed eyes on the young woman who had approached him, he wanted to speak, to work words from his mouth, but his throat and mouth were so dry and painful he could only move his lips and croak out a hoarse sound, and even that felt like hell rolling off his far too dry tongue.

He watched as she suddenly took off, lifting a hand, he couldn't help the utter confusion on his face as he let out a sigh, the breath rattling against his parched systems as he leaned against one of the black stones, quickly running out of strength to even stand. When she returned with a waterskin, he became suddenly alert, and needed no urging or force to gratefully swallow the life giving liquid. When she picked him up, he flinched a little, hissing softly at the dull burn the action caused, "careful..." He mumbled, but he really couldn't do much else, he was too tired, too worn down and battered to react with much else.

He tried not to let the sheer amount of dragon skins disturb him as he was laid down against the bed, looking thankful when she brought more water for him, it was probably the most soothing thing he'd ever tasted, and when she set it down, he finally studied her, alert enough now and feeling less at the end of his rope, his voice was still rough and cracking when he finally spoke, "thank you." He cleared his throat, letting out a soft sigh, "I was worried this island was uninhabited." His sentences were short, clearly pained from the way he had to pause now and then, "where did I land? Who are you?" He let out a rough cough, "My name is Hiccup." He hated the sort of sour taste his own name left on his tongue, after being told so much that it was a name given to the runt, the mistake, well...It tended to leave a mark. He couldn't help his curiosity though, intrigued by the place he'd laded on.

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[Noxaura]

Come Dance With The Devil Bow down and look to your leader, see me as I carve my brand into you and watch as I revel in your pain and fear She smiled as the other drank without hesitation, good, it meant he hadn't given up on life quite yet. She watched him curiously, wondering why he flinched whenever she moved him in certain ways. Was he injured? She wanted to pull the ratted tunic off the others frame to see if any damage was done to her little one. Instead she simply listened, smiling at the questions asked and full on grinning when he said his name. Hiccup? That was such a cute name for someone that scrawny, it was certainly fitting for someone like him. Her grin however, was not filled with malice but rather a soft motherly like smile. She waited for his questions to end before speaking, her voice like mellow honey. "Calm yourself little Hiccup, you will be safe here with me." She sat cross legged on the floor by him, her hands placed within her lap as she watched him. Her head tilted to the side, golden hair matched with golden skin flowing seamlessly into the cotton shirt that might as well have been a dress on her. Her galaxy-like eyes shimmered with kindness at the little one she had decided to take in. "You are on Outcast Island and will live with me, Noxaura. Are you hungry? I hope you don't like veggies, meats the only thing that can be eaten here since nothing grows." She smiled and stood, happy to let the boy eat some of the man she had killed earlier. If he didn't want to eat than she would force him too, he was far to skinny as it was. Hopefully that would deter most from trying to eat him, they'd think something was wrong with him or at the very least not worth making a proper meal of. She pulled an axe out from its hold and swung it down, hacking the arm off of the corpse. She gave a harsh pull, tugging the limb free from its original owner. She would bring it with her over to the young boy, her sweet smile never once leaving her face even now as it was blood stained. "I will make sure you eat pure food, dragon meat is never pure and mollusks and clams can harm one with their toxicity. Not healthy for you to eat, so eat the pure food only. Noxaura will provide it for a little one like yourself, Noxaura will protect you and make sure you don't get turned into pure food by others." She nodded at her basic reasoning, not having learned proper speech just yet. She had planned to start spying on others during the great hall meetings in Solitude. She would learn their ways of communicating, to keep bloodlines pure for all to enjoy. She would hand it to him before pulling back with a small frown. He was so small and looked to have such a weak jaw, she would have to help him eat. She smiled and sat cross legged and tore a small strip of flesh free from the appendage with her nails easily before holding it out for him to eat. "Noxaura will help you eat, one with such a weak jaw will need training." She continued to smile, slowly edging closer to make sure he could eat.  He was such a cutie and she was going to protect him at all costs, no matter  what.             Action - "Speech" - Magic & Powers I am your enchantress, the demon of love, and sweetheart your life is in my hands

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[Hiccup]

There was something about her tone that made a little icy trickle of doubt crawl up into his throat, maybe it was all the dragon skins and...Trophies...But he was starting to get the feeling that something was off about this place, about this woman, but he had no other choice but to oblige, he was undoubtedly fatigued and only just feeling himself coming back from death's doorstep, he was in no shape to match up to anyone, much less a woman who had clearly won more fights than she'd lost. Her words brought a nervous laugh from him, a little raspy, "you super sure about that?" He couldn't help the sarcastic bite, feeling more like himself now that he was feeling less like death, "right right, sorry...Coming an inch away from death does things to a person...Seems like you probably get that." He hated how rough his voice sounded, how it hurt his throat to speak.

"Outcast Island?" He let out a laugh and shook his head, "a fitting place for me to end up, I guess." He looked over at her, "Uh...I mean...I guess?" He looked down, his eyes just a little shadowed, "I'm from Berk, they set me adrift after..." His hand moved to his side, where the large burns marked him from there to along the better portion of his back, gruesome and angry, a testament to his survivability despite being so very small, "...after I messed up." He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, and even now he felt like he was right, the scars on his body and on his mind seemed worth the things he'd learned and the truths he'd uncovered, but that was neither here nor there, for the moment he needed to focus on survival.

He glanced up when she left his sight, feeling his skin crawl when he heard the distinct sound of a limb being hacked off of a body. About a million alarm bells went off in his head as the sound continued, a gruesome rip and tear, he couldn't see it, but the sound of the gore was enough to churn his already sick stomach. His eyes widened when she brought the severed arm in, smiling just as sweetly as she had been before, of course now she was covered in blood...With a severed arm...Giving him a look that made his hair stand on end...Did she want him to eat this?

Yep...She wanted him to eat this...His eyes were wide and staring at the arm being offered to him as he swallowed a sick lump, "ah uhm..." He swallowed again, fairly certain there was bile in that one, "I'm...I'm good..." He couldn't help the nervous strain in his voice, raising it a few octaves higher as it trembled, "I-I can...Go fishing...Fish are good, lots of good stuff in there whoo boy!" He couldn't take his eyes off the arm until she made a comment on his jaw, he put a hand to it and squinted an eye, "I'm...My jaw works fine...I can chew myself...Thanks..." He found himself backing away a little bit, eyeing her, "I mean no disrespect to you or your culture but...I-I can't...Just eat another human." He suddenly wondered whether dying on a boat in the middle of the ocean was all that bad an alternative.

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[Noxaura]

Come Dance With The Devil Bow down and look to your leader, see me as I carve my brand into you and watch as I revel in your pain and fear She watched with a pouting expression as the other recoiled from the offering of food. Did he not understand how to eat? Was there something wrong with the little ones brain and it not working correctly? His words startled her and finally made things click within her mind. So he was a runt from Berk? That explained why he wanted to eat such impure foods, why he wanted to sully himself and why he was so scrawny and weak. She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, noticing how he winced at what was more than likely a wound upon his tender flesh. She huffed, her grip on the meat tightening as she stood over the little one. Disrespectful children had to be taught with a loving firm hand. "No, impure foods will only weaken you. Fish do not swim here either, the rock and ash keep them away." She nodded as if it were supposed to be common knowledge for anyone rather than those who lived upon this place. She noticed how he hadn't stopped staring at the pure food for a few moments until she talked more. He was hungry, she knew that much but was not used to pure foods. Impure foods had tainted him and needed to be flushed out with a heavy meal of purity. She smiled when he said that his jaw worked well enough to eat, that much she was happy to know of. His jaw was still so small so she figured he had to eat smaller bites of food in order to chew properly. "Noxaura will make you eat if she must." She would try to clasp her hand at the joint of the jaw to force his lips to part before shoving the small strip of meat within the others mouth. She would then keep her hand there until he chewed and swallowed. Once that was done she would smile, her normal kind and mother-like expression coming back to her face. She realized that she would need to get the ash tonic if he was wounded. It was a small tonic salve that contained ash, water, and aloe vera that they were able to steal off merchant boats. She was fortunate enough to steal some from a fellow tribe member after a small disagreement. "Little one is injured, yes? Noxaura can help make it go away but you must eat first, it would make Noxaura very happy to see little Hiccup taking care of himself. Later when your stomach gets stronger you can eat good organs that make you nice and strong. Noxaura eats them a lot and has never lost a battle, neither will little Hiccup when he gets older, hm?" A loving smile came across her face, happy that she now had a little one to care for herself. She would rip another piece of flesh from the appendage and hand it to him, ready to forcefully make him eat it if necessary in the same way she tried the first time. After that she would leave the arm in his lap for him to eat while she went to go grab the tonic. It was soothingly cold to the touch and helped most wounds. She placed it upon the table before walking back over to the little one she had decided to care for. "Show Noxaura where it hurts, you can continue to eat while Noxaura helps with the pain." She would grab a soft cloth of fur as well as the tonic before sitting upon the couch with the little one. She was ready to help heal and take care of the little one so he could be her little champion no matter what he did.             Action - "Speech" - Magic & Powers I am your enchantress, the demon of love, and sweetheart your life is in my hands

Love is a funny thing It drives me forward To plunge my knife in your chest

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[Hiccup]

He couldn't help a slight shrinking when she stood over him, there was a sudden severity in this situation as he looked up at her with huge eyes, feeling suddenly very in danger, she seemed so well meaning, there'd been a sliver of hope for a moment that maybe he'd found somewhere safe...And he supposed that was still a possibility, but at what cost? There was a woman three times his size looming over him expecting him to eat a man and all he could really do was cower and cringe away, because he was small, and undoubtedly frail, he always had been, "no fish...Odin loves me..." He let out a sigh through his teeth, despite the absolute shock-horror he was feeling for this whole situation, which was starting to feel more and more like a bad dream by the second.

There was a half a second through the lingering silence that he thought maybe she would see what was going on, and back off for now, but when she suddenly spoke, which caused him to jump a little, his eyes widened in fear, "N-no...I..." His words were cut off when his jaw was taken and forcibly opened, the grip was painful and he would be surprised if it didn't bruise a little. He took in a sharp breath when the fleshy meat was shoved into his mouth, the overwhelming urge to vomit coming out in an unbidden gag before he did the only thing he could do given the situation, and he couldn't help the disgusted tears as he chewed at the meat, feeling the urge to vomit rising in his throat, but he forced it down, forced the meat down, he had no choice, and he was starving to death...So whens he set another strip of the horrible meat in his hands, he made a face that was somewhere between utterly horrified and completely sick, but reluctantly downed the meat anyway.

When she mentioned his injury, he nodded, still looking a little green from what hr'd just done, and the fact that she expected him to eat more, "before I was sent away, I was pitted against a Monstrous Nightmare." He glanced to the side, eyes hard again, "but I couldn't kill it...I don't kill dragons." He sighed, "I almost had his trust...I was so close..." He tried not to look at the meat that was laid in his arms, tried not to think about what his starved body was telling him to do, "my father startled him, and he attacked me." He took a moment to gingerly pull off his worn furred vest, which revealed the place where his tunic had been burned, burns that covered his back, "they didn't do much to treat them before they sent me off...If starvation or thirst didn't kill me...Infection would have." He knew enough about injuries to know that.

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[Noxaura]

Come Dance With The Devil Bow down and look to your leader, see me as I carve my brand into you and watch as I revel in your pain and fear She looked upon him with sadness, watching as he relayed the details of his past. Rage bubbled up within her chest at the thought of putting someone as precious as the little one she was taking care of against a dragon. She stripped another piece off of the arm for him to eat, realizing that her earlier assumption of smaller pieces being easier for his little jaw to handle was true. She then took the cloth and dipped it into the tonic before rubbing along the little ones back. She hummed softly, a lullaby sneaking past her lips as the other spoke of his past. She paused for a moment to speak, continuously tearing off strips of flesh for the other to eat whenever he finished a piece. "Poor little one, Noxaura will never make you fight the dragons. Noxaura wont let you get hurt, she will protect you, raise you, heal you, take care of you. Noxaura cares far more for little Hiccup than evil Berkians, she will help little Hiccup live." She smiled and continued treating the wounds on the boys back, humming a soft lullaby all the while. She would make sure he ate as much as he could fit into that little stomach but first he needed to be bandaged. She walked away with the leftover tonic to grab some loose bandages. She wrapped his wounds, still tearing of flesh for him to eat so that he wouldn't go hungry. Once that was done she retreated for a comb, happy to brush his soft looking hair while he ate. "Little one must eat to grow his strength, Noxaura will help brush little ones hair." She would run the comb gently through the others hair, combing out little bits of dried salt from the sea water and sand from the beach. She'd comb out anything that had decided to make itself home in her little ones hair. She would continue to feed him, tenderly offering him strips of flesh whenever he wasn't chewing one. He had eaten the second piece willingly so she wasn't expecting any more resistance, but she was more than happy to force feed him if necessary.             Action - "Speech" - Magic & Powers I am your enchantress, the demon of love, and sweetheart your life is in my hands

Love is a funny thing It drives me forward To plunge my knife in your chest

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[Hiccup]

This was wrong. Every moment of this entire situation screamed wrong to him, every sense and emotion in his body felt ready to lurch and break, out of the cold embrace of death at sea, and into the den of madness, and he feared that maybe he was going mad too, because the more he became used to the situation he was being presented with, the less revolting it seemed. Of course, he didn't want to eat the flesh of whoever this poor sap was, but what choice did he have? If he didn't, she would just force him to, and that was significantly more unpleasant than just swallowing every sense of morality screaming at him not to. So he tried to shut his human brain off, and let his animal brain take the lead for a change. Survive, you don't want to starve. Doing this made it easier to not thing about what he was putting in his mouth, meat was meat, no different from eating a chicken...Right?

He flinched a little when she touched the cloth to his back, but the motion was still weirdly soothing, he was fairly sure it was whatever was on the cloth that was helping, this whole situation was altogether uncomfortably intimate, the kind of situation he always imagined he might have between himself and his mother...The thought caused his eyes to glance down, he was fairly certain she probably wouldn't have force fed him human flesh...But then he'd never known her. He glanced back at the woman with curious eyes, "you literally just met me...How can you care so much for someone you just met?" He realized he was very likely questioning the logic of someone who was clearly not all there, which was about as fruitful as trying to get goat's milk from a chicken, but he was curious.

At least the burns along his back didn't hurt anymore, whatever she'd put on them had chased away the worst of the searing pain, leaving more of a dull ache as the bandages were wrapped around him. He didn't put up anymore fight over eating, wanting to avoid being force fed more than anything, he let out a soft sigh as she ran the comb through his hair, this whole situation was every kind of messed up, but it was probably the first time he'd actually felt something like care, "this is probably the weirdest thing that could have happened to me..." He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of defeat, "but I don't exactly have a whole plethora of options...So I guess I'm stuck here." At least until he was in a better state, then he'd repair his vessel and leave, find somewhere that wasn't inhabited by cannibals and dragon killers.

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