Who| Astrid, Ruffnut, Hiccup
What| A failed jailbreak leads to some broken vikings
Where| Capitol jail cells
When| Post attempted jailbreak
Warnings/Notes| Torture, branding, etc.



It had happened so fast, she barely even recalls it happening. Everything had been planned so carefully. She had followed all of Shepard's instructions into sneaking away and getting inside. She had been so determined, so confident. They were going to rescue Hiccup, and they were going to get out of there.

Except within minutes--maybe even seconds, with how little she recalls--they're surrounded by Peacekeepers, failing the mission before they even truly got started. Hours of reading, hours of memorizing strategy, all gone to waste in an instant in which she and Ruffnut are knocked down to the ground. She had tried to fight back, but they have mysterious devices, more technology that she knows nothing about that somehow paralyzes her from making any attacks, leaving her entirely defenseless, leaving only defeat.

The brutal hit to the floor hazes her memory, but she knows she's being dragged along hallways, shouts and stomping feet echoing from all directions, the sounds of screams of more captured tributes reaching her ears. Hunched over she only sees feet moving along, her own boots dragging almost lifelessly across the floor. Her vision fades in and out, too distorted to keep track of the directions they take her.

She's seated when the visions come through again, mostly darkness surrounding her. But she's sees it, a red mysterious light. She imagines fire and wonders if she might be home, memories of dragon's breath immediately coming to mind. But it nears closer to her, forming shape, nothing like hot breath of a mouth but of heated iron, a familiar sight. For fatal injuries, Vikings often took metal, left in the fire of a forge and placed it against wounds to close them. This was usually a last resort, the aching pain of hot metal being far too drastic for most to bear.

But she sees the lit red nearing her, approaching her face, panic arising in the midst of her vague consciousness. But she's held down with no where to run, and then all she can remember is a sharp screaming coming from her own throat as a blazing heat digs into her cheek.

She continues to feel the burning when she's dragged away again, her mind far too distracted with the pain to even be aware of how to walk. All she recalls is being thrown against a cold floor, rolling hard against a wall where she barely has the energy to sit up. Her vision, still hazy, slowly becomes slightly more clear. Trying to ignore the blistering sensations on her face, she tries to make out what she sees, noticing a form that looks vaguely like Ruffnut across from her. Oh good, she's alive.

Panting as she groans at the pain on her cheek, she turns her head to make out where she is, seeing nothing but walls closing them in--except no, that's not all. There's something else, someone else on the other side. Was that ... ?

"Hiccup ... ?"