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Day 12: “It’ll be for nothing” - Cardiac arrest - Sacred place - Withholding medical treatment
Snotlout didn’t like worrying.
Scratch that. He hated worrying.
He hated that it made him feel vulnerable and scared.
Only very few people had seen him actually worried; his mother, Hookfang and Hiccup. The latter was actually the cause of his worries, more often then not.
Especially right now.
Snotlout and Hiccup were in a cell together. Locked away behind bars, hidden in the deep caves on the island of the Grimborn brothers’ base.
The riders had been on a mission to take part of the brothers’ army down, when it turned out, the base was better defended then they previously suspected. The attack quickly turned into a retreat and the team had scrambled away from arrows and slingshots.
On their way out, Hookfang was hit and that send them to the ground. Hiccup and Astrid had come after them while Fishlegs and the twins gave them cover. A thick smoke then filled up the area. They had lost track of each other and their dragons, until eventually, Snotlout and Hiccup stood back to back to fight off some of the hunters.
Astrid and their dragons had disappeared from sight and the two of them were no match against the group of hunters.
That’s how they ended up here. He suspected that Astrid had gotten herself and the dragons out of there. She would have been in here with them if she had gotten caught as well. Besides, she was the best fighter out of all of them and the team would need someone to lead them into a rescue mission.
If a rescue mission was something they were planning to do, anyway.
But the real cause for his worry right now, was his cousin. Hiccup had been hit over the head when they were taken and his forehead was bleeding.
The second they had been thrown in the cell, Hiccup had sat down with his back against the wall and closed his eyes.
Snotlout would check if he was still awake every couple seconds, but every time, Hiccup’s answers got shorter and less coherent.
“Hiccup,” He said, deeming it time for another checkup. “Are you still awake?”
“Hmmm.”
“I’m going to need a little more than that from you.”
Hiccup didn’t respond to that. Snotlout dropped to his knees next to him and put his thumb softy against the head wound. His cousin hissed at the touch and slightly opened his eyes to look at him.
“I’m fine Snotlout.”
“You are clearly not! You’re losing blood and you probably have something like a concoction!”
“Concussion.”
“Yeah that’s what I said, smartass.”
He had to do something, because this wasn’t gonna end well if nothing was done to help stop the bleeding. He got back up and got over to the bars of their cell.
“Hey guard! Go get Viggo! I want to talk with him.”
The guard seemed confused at the statement. “I don’t think I can do anything for you.”
“Really? I’m sure he would love to hear all the information we have to tell him, because I’m ready to spill everything right about now.”
That seemed to be enough. The guard left the room, presumably to get his boss.
Snotlout sat back next to Hiccup. He was unsure what to do next. Hiccup usually did the talking and strategizing when it came to their enemies, but he was in no position to do so.
He didn’t have much time to think about it, when Viggo and the guard came into the room.
“I was told you wanted to speak with me,” Viggo walked with his hands clamped behind his back, stopping right in front of the cell. “Do tell. I’m all ears.”
Snotlout turned to face him, but didn’t move from his position next to Hiccup. “He needs medical help.” He stated simply.
“Oh, is that so?” Viggo looked amused.
“I just need some bandages. And maybe medicine to dull the pain. What do you want for that?”
“Snotlout, don’t.” Hiccup sounded annoyed and tired. Really tired.
Viggo smirked at the dragon-riders who were at his complete mercy.
“Unfortunately, there is nothing either of you can give me. I’m waiting for a response from your chief, and until then, there is nothing I can, or will, do to make your stay more or less comfortable.”
Snotlout’s heart dropped. It could take days for the message to reach Berk and get back to them. Hiccup definitely didn’t have that long.
“I would be disappointed if this were to become the end of our little game, so I’ll make you a little deal.”
“What is it?”
“I will give you the medical supplies you need, if you tell me exactly how to get to Vanaheim.”
“What? What is that?” Snotlout could not for the life of him remember if he had ever heard that word before. Hiccup or Fishlegs or even Astrid would have probably known what he was talking about.
“Don’t play dumb with me, dragonrider.”
“No, seriously. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He was getting stressed. Was this his only chance of getting Hiccup help? There’s no way.
“Disappointing. Well, You know how to reach me, if you change your mind.” Viggo turned around to leave the room again.
Snotlout got up to his feet and grabbed the bars of his cell. “No! Wait, I seriously don’t know! Please! He’ll… Wait! He needs help!”
Viggo didn’t react and just walked out, leaving only the guard behind after closing the door.
“For Thor’s sake!” He hit the bars in frustration.
Hiccup hadn’t reacted to any of this, making the worry in Snotlout’s gut even worse.
“Hiccup, please. Tell me what to do! I don’t know how to help you.”
If it had been Fishlegs, he would have know exactly how to take care of Hiccup. If it had been Astrid, she would have come up with a plan to get out. If it had been the twins, they would’ve undoubtably figured out something crazy that would help either Hiccup or a potential escape.
But no. Hiccup was stuck here with him. And he was utterly useless.