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The thunk was possibly the loudest thing Snotlout had ever heard in his life.
One second he’d been yelling at the hunter taunting Hookfang while the dragon was too doped up on dragon root to retaliate and the next he heard a man yell followed by a sound of impact.
Hiccup fell to the deck on his side, he wasn’t moving.
The hunter who struck him was clutching his bleeding arm to his chest, “The fucker bit me!”
A few of the others laugh at their comrades' dramatics but Snotlout doesn’t have time to sneer and tell him that’s what happens when you use your arm to hold someone’s face still. No, he’s much too busy staring at his cousin's limp form on the deck.
“H-Hiccup” He feels his lips move but doesn’t hear his voice come out.
His first instinct is to look at Astrid whose tied up to his left, she’s also staring straight ahead at Hiccup.
He forces his eyes back to glance once again at their leader.
He only now sees the blood pooling around Hiccup’s head.
“Hey! Hey!!” He screams at the guards.
They follow his eyesight and snicker, “Serves the brat right.” The man who knocked him down says.
Another hunter claps the man on his back, “Hey! If were lucky lads, he’ll be too brain damaged to try anything again.”
Snotlout falters and looks back at Astrid. She’s not responding it’s like she can’t hear what their saying! What Snotlouts saying! Looks like it’s up to him.
“You- do you really think Viggo will want him injured?!” He yells hoping that the answer is no. In reality he has no idea if these men will get reprimanded for injuring Hiccup without Viggo’s say so.
Luckily it seems he hit the nail on the coffin as they stop laughing.
“Shit…Make sure he’s alive atleast?” The bitten hunter says and his buddy walks to Hiccup and oh gods the bloods spread.
He crouches down beside the burnette, “yeah he’s breathing.”
Snotlout’s whole body visibly relaxes a smidge. He can only hope that Fishlegs and the twins get to them in time.
For Hiccups sake.