Weary eyes turned over to the faint creaking coming from outside. A guard performed his duties and patrolled that part of the ship every so minutes, perhaps hours. At this point, it couldn’t really be told. The sense of time was lost a while ago, and she could do nothing. Unable to see in or out of the darkness of ‘her’ room. She could at least listen, her hearing sharp as ever. She heard and recognized the voices of her captors. Yet she could do nothing to fight back.

Her head slightly picked up as she heard more footsteps, with faint voices. “They couldn’t get near…” or “..Tried to attack…. Retrived…” Some sounded as if they were purposely speaking so she could hear and others whispered to keep her from doing so.

She bit her soaked knotted cleave gag. A tight long silk cloth. The middle was knotted with the sides tightly pulling it to her mouth and squishing her cheeks. Tied under her braid as she was able to loosen it in the past. Though at the moment she didn’t even have the strength to try. Even though she couldn’t see herself she could feel her sore and puffy eyes from the lack of sleep. By this point, she couldn’t tell how long it had gone, though definitely longer than three days with how tired and long it had been. Though she hated to admit it, she was thankful for the underdress linen she was forced to wear. It kept her warm from the cold breeze, and the long sleeves also helped keep her wrist from rotting more from the tightness of her ropes.

The Hunters had indeed bound her wrist, her wrists were tied across from each other with the knot tied behind her hands so her free fingers couldn’t fidget the ropes loose. A long rope tied somewhere in the bed, kept her from trying to sneak out and barely leaving space to stand from the bed. She was being kept like a trophy. She knew it and couldn’t do anything at this point. She had tried, no, she had given it her all but her plans failed.

Viggo took advantage of her blindness. He knew that having her would further advance his plans to keep Hiccup and the rest of the riders from meddling in his businesses. It had so far been effective, her and the boy's romance clouded his actions when he thought he was close to finding her. And he took satisfaction in reading the report of his efforts going to waste. He grinned. “If only you had taken care of her that day.”

How long had it been? Only a few months, two to be exact. He walked off from his office after looking through the main points of the Riders' recent flights. They were not near, Astrid’s search also led them away from his base. Her captivity had surely affected Hiccup's plans. And while he planned and dealt with him, he had to deal with her. She was a fighter despite her situation.

Walking to the room she was in, which was connected to his office through another door. A smug smile grew on his face as he entered, the opening of the door lighting Astrid’s spot. She could do nothing but lie down, her wrist tied and leashed to the wall. Her braided blond hair, alongside her white linen, underdress. It fit her quite nicely. He didn’t bother to say a word, besides that was her punishment for her last attempt. Her eyes looked to where she thought she heard him. He signed and turned back away slamming the door. Almost at cue, he heard her muffled frustrated grunts. “Grphm!! Hphnm…”

He chuckled to himself as he sat back down on his desk, surely his time was running out. Now with the two-month mark, who knew how long she had before it was too late to save her from a lifetime of blindness….

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Hello everyone, It’s been a while. I finally have most of my stories figured out but figured you all deserved something while you wait.

So, enjoy a new story! “Blindsided” Takes place in an alternate turn of events where Astrid is kidnapped by Viggo and hidden away while she is blind. The Riders raze against the clock to find and rescue her before it’s too late and her blindness becomes permanent.

Coming from one of my favorite episodes from Race to The Edge. I’m guessing by now you’ve noticed my interest in seeing a strong female character captive and helpless in the hands of the villain. I plan to make this a short story, no promises on the dates yet, but expect each chapter to be 600 to 1,200 words. For any questions DM me and let me know if you’d like drawings for the story!

Enjoy my fellow Readers,
- Annora