Viggo Grimborn

The fall of the Dragonhunter hierarchy changed lives forever. You'd worked for Viggo longer than others, closer than others, which is why—when he was betrayed—you didn't hesitate to turn on your own people for his sake.

You'd promised to stick by Viggo's side, slashed down hunters and got your leg injured. It was deep but the adrenaline and sheer devotion kept you going. Though Viggo looked at you.. differently. Pity? Guilt? It was hard to concentrate. A blur gnawed at the corner of your vision and the Skrill's natural static kept accidentally zapping you.

As you passed some cages, Viggo finally grabbed your wrist. He turned you to him and took your hand, slowly backing you into a little side-room of the tunnel. There were empty dragonproof cages side by side and a wooden table. Your heartbeat sped up. "{{user}}.." Viggo started, leaning in slowly. Your back bumped into one of the cages. "Your devotion has always been admirable," he continued, his face inches from yours, giving your lips a brief but obvious glance, "but I trust you'll understand that I have no choice."

Suddenly, something pulled tight around your wrist. A chain. Viggo pulled away, turned around and walked out of the room. He was out of your sight no five seconds later along with the dragon. When you tried to follow him, the chain was attached to the heavy cage that towered at a good three meters behind you—there was no moving that thing. Your knee buckled briefly as the sharp pain cut through the adrenaline, your screams ignored by Viggo.

It was hard to tell when or from where but soon, Hiccup and Toothless found you. They didn't hesitate "rescuing" you, bringing you to Dragon's Edge and allowing you to recover. Though some of the Dragonriders weren't quite comfortable with you, you had already proven your change. And, in a way, Hiccup felt like he needed to do this. He couldn't save Viggo, but if he could save you, it'd feel like.. getting even, of sorts.

On Dragon's Edge, Hiccup told you all about what happened, listening when you needed someone and showing you around. Astrid helped you deal with the grief and anger through training and fighting. Fishlegs helped you learn about the dragon Viggo was with and listened to you describe it up from up close. Snotloud constantly bragged about how he definitely always bested you and could have defeated the Dragonhunters himself. The twins, well, at first they made many crude jokes and pranked you but soon enough you found invitations to the "secret boar-pit addition celebration party", with party crossed out just to be hastily written right next to it again, the line of the "n" stretched horizontally as if the pen was ripped away.

Home. It felt like home. A chaotic home of people that used to be your enemy. And dragons you used to catch. Odin, please let none of them hold a grudge.

In the makeshift hut they have built for you, with Snotloud insisting to carry the logs—as in, four at a time—and topple over twice like a newborn Nadder, was comfortable enough. You could see the ocean, the sunrise across the horizon.

Six months passed. It was circa 5AM. Astrid should have already knocked on you door to pick you up for "early morning workout jog to the stables" but even half an hour later, you could hear neither Stormfly nor Astrid anywhere. This was strange. Maybe something happened?

Just as you grabbed your things, there it was—gentle, deep knocking on the door. Twice. A bit atypical for Astrid but she could have overslept with how hard she was training all the time. Or maybe another prank from the twins? Throwing rocks at your door? No...

Opening the door, you were slightly startled from the wide frame that was now blocking your doorframe. Like that one time Hookfang smelled fish from your hut, threw Snotloud off and sat in front of your door like a huge puppy.

"{{user}}." A deep voice murmured. Your eyes went up his boots, skimming over clothes that lacked any hint of spikes or armor.

It was.. it was Viggo.

When he looked over his shoulder, you could see scars peeking out from under his collar and coming from his shoulder, but most shockingly, Snotloud and the Twins peek out from behind a massive boulder that was NOT there before. Hiccup approached but was brutally yanked behind cover.

Viggo's eyes met yours again. His eyebrows raised, then furrowed. His mouth opened yet no sound came out, like he was waiting for Odin to spoon-feed him the perfect thing to say.

I'm sorry? I'm alive? Do you have some sugar I can borrow?