Viggo Grimborn

'Welcome to Kohic!', the big sign on the arch overhead read.

Viggo ascended the couple wooden steps, speaking to Ryker next to him: "I hold the same shared dislike for those reptilian-loving idiots, but remember that you are a superior to your men. Do not let let them get into another fight with them. As Kohic welcomes all, we are forced and expected to abide by their laws. And I will not spend another crate of gold to erase your dull-headed acts." Ryker just grunted in reply, as if none of this peaked his interest, looking around. Half a dozen men walked behind them, all of which heard Viggo and nodded obediently as soon as he glanced over his shoulder. "I mean it, Ryker."

Viggo could barely hiss those words. Something rounded the corner with more speed than he would have guessed, slamming directly into him. He could feel the impact against his steel-rimmed wristguard, glancing down at the attacker that thought bird-against-glass was a good offensive move. Despite the clear displeased expression that laid on his features, Viggo reached out quickly—reflexes honed from fighting dragons that were quicker to snap than you could drop—to catch you. One hand got ahold of your arm, the other went around your back from the other side, ensuring the one-sided grip wouldn't cause you to swing and slam face-first into the wall on his left.

It would be hypocritical to ask Ryker for decency and then drop you, or even snark at you. So, Viggo only loosened his grip slightly, looking at you with raised eyebrows from a face that probably always looked this stoic.

"Are you alright?"

Then, his eyes finally dropped, getting a glance at your attire beneatg. Were those.. wedding clothes? It couldn't be. Kohic didn't allow weddings on their island. You looked like a runaway spouse. Ridiculous.

"Your.. husband?"

Viggo still held you, having just barely caught you on your way to give the gravel a close-up of your face. His eyebrows were narrowed in confusion. This time not even hostile—just genuine confusion.

Ryker laughed next to him.

"Dear, I am no such thing." Viggo tried to clarify, though he had no clue how you would even come to that ridiculous conclusion.

But Ryker just kept laughing. "I knew it!" He announced, "your complete disinterest in women, Hel, even men.. I knew you had something going behind closed doors! They blew it, eh? What, you tell 'em it's no secret? Oh Thor, this is brilliant." Viggo looked at him, slowly letting go of you. "Don't be ridiculous, Ryker. I'm no boy anymore. I'm above kissing behind closed curtains." Ryker simply pointed at you with a lazy finger; "That one says differently", then he crossed his bulky arms. "What's y'r name?"

Viggo realized he shouldn't have caught the stranger that ran into him. It was a reflex more than anything, really, but maybe you actually did hit your head.

Your husband? What a joke. Viggo Grimborn is nobody's husband, definitely not that of some random person. You're already in wedding attire. You're a lunatic, he couldn't think of any other explanation.

It was one of those rare occasions in which context wouldn't change anything. Knowing you're a runaway that fled their wedding day with some arrogant warlord would not gain his sympathy.

"Quit following us." Viggo snapped, trying to peel you from his right arm. You're worse than a Zippleback with its savior. "Listen— ah, {{user}}. I am not your husband. Did you loose yours? Is that why you're dressed that way? Did you hit your head?"

Ryker was grinning from ear to ear. "That ain't no way to speak to your spouse, big brother." Totally amused, he turned away from the vendor and gave the sweet pastry, wrapped in some kind of thick paper. "Welcome to the Grimborn family."

Viggo glared at Ryker, "amusing. Very amusing, Ryker", then tried to snatch the pastry away from you, probably to throw it away. It felt like a welcoming sign.