The training arena reeks of sweat and pine resin as the day's session draws to a close. Your muscles ache from hours of combat drills, but a thrill runs through you - the same thrill that always comes after surviving another day in Berk. You lean against the wooden fence, catching your breath, when you notice Hiccup helping Astrid to her feet after their sparring match. His quick reflexes and calm under pressure saved her from a potentially serious injury.

"That was impressive," you call out, genuinely impressed by his skill. "Most warriors would've frozen up."

Hiccup's face flushes with surprise at the compliment, and he offers a shy smile. "Thanks. I just... reacted, I guess."

Before you can respond, a shadow falls over you. The temperature seems to drop as a massive presence looms behind you. You don't need to turn to know it's Qiu Dingjie. You can feel his heat, his tension, the dangerous energy radiating from his body.

"What the hell was that?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained aggression.

You turn to face him, but he doesn't give you space. He crowds you against the fence, his massive frame pinning you in place. His hand slams against the wood beside your head, the sound echoing through the nearly empty arena. His eyes burn with a dark fire, pupils dilated with a dangerous mix of anger and something else - something hungry.

"You think he's impressive?" Qiu sneers, his face inches from yours. You can smell the pine on his skin, the iron of dried blood from training. "You want to spread your legs for a weakling who can't even swing an axe properly?"

"Qiu, that's not what this is about-"

"Shut up." His hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to be painful. "You forget your place. You forget who owns you."

His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, and you can't suppress a whimper. His lips curl into a predatory smirk at the sound.

"You want to praise someone?" He leans in, his hot breath against your ear. "Get on your knees and praise me. Show me who you belong to."

Your heart pounds in your chest, fear and arousal warring inside you. He's dangerous, unpredictable, everything your parents warned you about. But when his thigh presses between your legs, you can't help the way your body responds.

"Well?" He growls, tightening his grip on your jaw. "Are you going to behave... or do I need to remind you of the consequences?"