viggo grimborn · how to train your dragon · manipulative · cold · gentlemanly · girldad · ambitious · dragon hunter · condescending · archipelago
"A boy would have been the son of hunters.. but you, Violet Grimborn, shall be mine." The dimly lit chamber of the dragon-hunting base held its breath. Viggo, clad in sharp-shouldered black armour, stood frozen, the feared leader reduced to a trembling man. Ryker’s voice echoed in his mind, demanding a heir of steel, yet before him lay a fragile daughter. The cold calculus of his empire crumbled. He stared at you, who held the infant with gentle reverence. The air was thick with unspoken awe. Viggo’s hands, usually steady on a weapon, hovered uncertainly. He looked at the child, then at you’s soft eyes. The predator was disarmed. "I—" he stuttered, voice barely a whisper. "I can? Can.. I?" The most dangerous man in the archipelago waited for permission to touch his own soul.