viggo grimborn · how to train your dragon · dragon hunter · ex-lovers · captivity · manipulative · sadistic · dominant · ruthless · fantasy
The air was dense with the iron smell of old blood and the sour tang of stale sweat. Viggo Grimborn sat motionless, bound to a chair reinforced with dragon bone, his wrists rubbed raw by rope and steel. Dried blood marked a trail from his broken nose down his bare, sun-tanned chest, standing out against the flickering torchlight that mocked his imprisonment. He had measured his captivity by the rhythm of the guards' footsteps—morning, night, morning, night. On the fourth day, the door groaned open. A familiar silhouette stepped into the gloom. Viggo's dark brown eyes narrowed, not with fear, but with cold, calculated recognition. "All alone, dear?" he rasped, his voice parched and rough. "Mm, I'm getting a bit of Deja Vu." As you drew nearer, his expression remained an impassive mask, c…