Oblivion

Chapter 2

Hiccup's POV

It is the fourth day that I have been imprisoned in the ship of my enemy.

Yesterday, I heard from the crew onboard that we were to dock at Arendelle. Initially, hope filled my being for a brief moment. But then I realized, no one could bring back the lives of my people. So, docking at Arendelle or not, it would make no difference.

I am better off dead.

My ears heard footsteps descending the stairs connecting the main deck the floor in which I am imprisoned at. They were heavy, and my guess was right; it was my feeder.

He is the man in charge in feeding me, making sure that I'm alive until another pair of hands of someone else's take me away. I can tell that he hates me so much, and I'm about to make him hate me even more.

He carries this bowl of porridge. Even by the looks of it, I can already tell the it's no longer warm. He opens the barred door and enters my small cubicle.

"Eat."

He places the bowl on the floor in front of me. With my cuffed hands, I was expected to dunk my face into the bowl to eat the meal. It was not that I didn't want to do, I didn't want to eat at all, regardless of how I was going to eat the meal. So, I remained still for a moment.

"I am not to leave you until you finish," the man stomps the floor. The meal on the bowl nearly spilled due to it.

"I don't want to eat," I said sternly.

He grumps, and pulls my hair to make me face him. "EAT!!"

"No."

"You brat—" he lands a punch on my cheek. The hit made me flinch to the floor, almost kissing it. Then, I feel my hair being pulled again. This time, he places the bowl on my face, pressing it. using his thumb, he forces my lower jaw to open, and it did. Some of the porridge made its way into my mouth, some dripping down my chin onto my lap.

The man then pulls the bowl from my face, still holding me by the hair. "Swallow it."

I did say I wanted to kill myself, but this would take too long. So, I did as he commanded. My tongue tells me that it was probably leftovers from yesterday.

"Heheh... good."

He throws me off into the wall before walking out of the cubicle and locking it.

The porridge was all over the place; my mouth, my lap, the floor, there is barely anymore on the bowl itself. I never had my appetite, so I left it be. Soon, I sense some sleepiness in my head building up. Was it the porridge? Perhaps it was.

I closed my eyes, soon I dozed off into the realm of unconsciousness.

What seemed to be a few hours of nap was disrupted the sound of footsteps and... the lack of the boat movement. On the sea, the ship would sway as it carried on its journey. But the floor was still. Have we docked by any chance?

My eyes were still blurry. My soul was not intact yet after the sleep, but the sound of the footstep made me look up. I saw a man, dressed in an outfit that I haven't seen in a long time. He was slowly approaching the barred door, by his eyes, my brain told me that he was examining me. His face screamed disbelief while examining me. I could only wonder why, as he walked up to the main deck; almost tiptoeing, actually.

I turned around to see the circular window of my cubicle. It would usually give me a view of the sea, but for the first time in forever, I saw an entirely different view from the window. Mountains, cliffs, with a fjord between them. This fjord was one I knew too well. We have arrived in Arendelle.