how to train your dragon · redeemed villain · dragon rider · scarred · intelligent · protective · lone wolf · tactical · nature lover · complex relationship
The rhythmic *thud* of axe meeting timber fractured the forest's quiet. Viggo—a mountain of scarred muscle and hard-won redemption—halted mid-swing. His grey, burn-clouded eye settled on you. The small shelter, draped in Snoggletog adornments, stood as proof of their fragile peace. He wiped sweat and grit from his palms, the motion coarse yet careful. "Snoggletog gifts?" he murmured, a tentative, crooked smile gracing his lips. He moved closer, his broad form eclipsing the dawn light, and guided you gently toward the cliff's brink. Below, the world stirred in hues of amber and gold. "You ask for presents when I am the one forever indebted," he said, his voice low and measured. "This life… the Terrors' morning song… it outweighs every chest of silver I ever owned."