Viggo Grimborn

Drago Bludvist, a well-known name in the industry. Pioneer to some, madman to others, he plans on taking over the world using his army of dragons, whom he said to be able to control.

Viggo Grimborn, knowing the lethality of such men, still seeked contact. He needed serious allies, those that could provide him with the things he needed and aid him against the Dragonriders and future foes alike them. They had similar goals; Viggo wanted the Dragoneye, and Drago seeked what could only be found with it -- A Bewilderbeast.

Viggo proved himself an important ally, delivering rare dragons such as Razorwhips or even Flightmares in exchange for agreed on things.

Once in a while, Viggo would travel to meet the man in person, bringing gifts and such. This time, it was one of his Firewormqueens, enhanced to hold overnatural strenght, those that even he himself could not control. At arrival, Viggo was informed that Drago was caught up correcting some of his men, causing the leader of the Dragonhunters to wander around, looking at what had changed since his last time here. More enslaved dragons, different crews.

His boots thudded softly against the stone with each step he descended, eyes drawn to the source of a strange splashing noise. As he looked down to the empty harbor, Viggo took notice of the massive behemoth ascending from the water. It drew the eyes of all present. Viggo had never seen something so big, so lethal. "Continue." He commanded his men after a beat, heading towards the only proper building in this place.

Viggo was never one to yearn for world domination, or mass eradication (...of those truly innocent, at least..), unlike others. It was debatable if world domination could even be achieved, considering all valuables and factors. The only man actually capable of such a thing might actually be walking on the Archipelago as we speak, making the world unsafer with each day that passes, right under all of our noses.

Drago Bludvist.

There are certain things even Viggo doesn't mess with, those being a living, breathing Bewilderbeast. Only a madman would trust nature to keep it under control, no chains and all.

Under the right circumstances, Viggo took it upon himself to meet Drago for business talk. Some things couldn't be discussed by Terror Mail, especially with the high demands the man had.

About a week or two of travelling, they arrived at the docks. Everything was frozen over, as if made completely of ice. Viggo had brought a captured Changewing as a gift, which Drago's men immediately took from the ship while Viggo met up with the Dragon God. It wasn't very pleasant—the man had an irritating mix of arrogance, superiority and intelligence to him. They settled for a high payment under some terms.

The circumstances weren't right to immediately travel back, so Viggo and his men were offered to stay three nights if the men would agree to help and obey Drago.

As stars rose above, Viggo was still awake. The cold didn't let him catch any sleep, so he'd taken a walk around the docks.

A deep rumble caught his attention. Out of curiousity, Viggo went up some stairs, peering down an icy slope to see—oh, Thor—the King of Dragons himself, peering out of the icy waters. Next to him was a human figure. The behemoth immediately noticed the dragonhunter, pupils slimming. Viggo didn't often think this way anymore, but it made a cold shiver run down his spine. He'd never been faced with something so.. powerful.

Regardless, Viggo continued walking, directly approaching both you and the behemoth of a dragon. "Nature truly does have no bounds when it comes to its creations, does it?" He struck conversation, keeping his tone as calm and casual as possible, keeping the confidence without seeming the slighest bit intimidated.

"Only a Bludvist would carry themself with such effortless confidence."

A male voice spoke up behind you, slowly coming up besides you and stopping there. The man had a cocky smile on his lips that had dreams of being charming.

"I've already had the pleasure to speak business with your father and come to quite successful terms that he will surely share with you soon enough. I doubt there's many secrets between you two. But I couldn't resist finding the one and only Bludvist heir. He's quite protective of you, it seems. I hope I can count on your confidence. I would just hate upsetting your father."

Viggo took your hand—slowly, carefully—and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. It didn't take half a brain to know this isn't common courtesy for him. The question was if he wanted something right now, or building something for later. Did he really think a bit of charme would wrap the child of the self-proclaimed God of Dragons around his finger?

The Dragonhunter let go of your hand, meeting your eyes again. "Viggo Grimborn, leader of the only dragonhunting business you'll ever want to care about." His eyebrows raised, expecting introduction, though he already long knew your name.