Hunters (Viggo x reader)

Chapter 3

Sighing deeply, you leaned back into your chair and closed your eyes.
You could feel a bubbling sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and you desperately hoped that by resting a little, it would go away.
So far, your voyage back to the island had been miserable. First, there were strange and ominous looking hunter ships in the distance.Then, a pack rogue dragons bombarded your ship. And now you were paranoid about Grimmel coming to finish unsettled buisness.
And lest you forget , you were sailing back in the direction of a giant rock you had avoided for the past 3 years.
Taking everything into consideration, you weren't sure if the thought of going back was making you  nauseous or if it was the potential new hunting ground for Grimmel. You could only imagine what you'd feel in front of HIM.

Groaning you slumped into your chair.You desperately needed something to keep you from worrying.
Feeling you would be doomed to succumb to your anxiety, a wonderful idea popped into your mind.
You pulled open a desk drawer and took out an old leather bound book. A golden and red changewing surrounded by white Oleanders was painted on the cover. Engraved in the lower part of the spine were your initials. Gliding your thumb across pages, you opened your journal to a blank page.

These weathered and water stained pages contained all the information you had gathered throughout the years. You had written and sketched out everything from weapons to dragons.
This allowed you to easily store and collect knowledge from all around the world.
Taking one of your many charcoal fragments, you began drawing the warship. It's a dark and abstract figure lack any definition. Only certain features which you had seen throughout spyglass, such as it's reinforced bow and weaponry and flag , were clearly defined.
Once completed, you moved into the most difficult part of today's strange occurrences, the Nightfury and Razorwhip.
Focussing intensely, you tried to recall every single detail you saw.
From the light bouncing off of the metallic scales to the powerful fiery blasts of the purple flames.
Standing up, you took a step back to admire your work. Glancing over it quickly, you were pleasantly pleased and felt confident enough to ink it.
Not wanted to waste any time capturing their raw and unknown beauty took out a fresh jar of squid ink
Taking your quill , you gently dipped it in the dark squid ink. You felt a shiver of excitement run through your body. Drawing or writing down information was your favourite pass time. It always helped free your mind from the day's troubles.
Only Inches before your quill was able to find its way onto the parchment a large explosion shook your ship.
Spitfire, who had been peaceful sleeping in the corner next to your desk,  jumped up in a panic. She bumped into to it, sending the jar of ink flying accros the top of the desk. It spilled everywhere, covering everything from your book to your hands.
"Son of the gods! " you said stumbling backwards to get away from the black liquid. "I swear to Odin if that explosion was caused by another pack of rogue dragon, they're  going to be in Viggo's next auction."
You marched to your cabine door and swung it open.
Your main deck was in shambles. Canons that had once been secured, rolled free across the deck. One of your smaller masts had been shot down. The blast that had knocked it over left a massive scorch mark right in the center of your ship.
You heard your first mate ordering your crew to fire their crossbows at "the beast" from on top of the quarter deck.
You looked up into the sky.
At first , the blinding light from the midday sun prevented you from seeing anything. As your eyes began to adjust, you caught a familiar gleam. The figure swooped down towards your ship.It slowly but surely took form as it moved away from the sun towards the open sky. As it came into view you recognized it right away.

It was the Razorwhip and it's rider  from the hunter ship.
The dragon sent a bright blue fireball towards the starboard side of your ship. Debris and blue embers flew into the air.
They circled back around, calculating their next move, little did they know, so were you.
You stepped back into your cabine and quickly made your way to a large chest next to your desk. Wiping the ink off of the top of it, you unhooked the the latches and opened it. You moved some clothes out of the way and took out a small bundle.
A sly smile spread across your face as you untied it. Within it was a long  cloak made of shedded Changewing scales and a couple of fragile patches containing Oleander dust.

You threw the cloak over your shoulders and saddled up onto your dragon. Giving her a slight nudge, she took off through the cabine door. As she took to the sky, she instinctively camouflaged herself. The dragon scales within the cloak and your clothes began to disappear, allowing both of you to completely become invisible.
Spitfire flew high above them, staying as quiet as possible. When you were sure they had no idea you were there,you cautiously and carefully took out one of many fragile pouches from under your cloak. With your weapon in hand and your target right beneath you, you took the shot.

The rider and their dragon didn't know what hit them as a purple mist began to surrounded them. By the time they had realized what was going on, they were already falling out of the sky. A well calculated net caught them mid fall. Your men cheered as they brought them aboard and tied them up.

"John" you called out from the sky "I'm going after the rider's ship. I want you and the men to meet me over there. I think  we should say hello."
"Aye captain" and with that you flew towards the incoming war ship.
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The closest vessel was the large one with heavy weaponry. The others you had spotted before were further in the distance. Using the same tactic as before, you circled your target from above.
There were more people this time, but it didn't matter. It didn't take many pouches, you only need to hit the right spot.
The gap between the ships was shrinking, you knew you needed to make your move. Swooping down, you hit the most concentrated area of the deck. The Oleander mist spread quickly, knocking the men out instantly.

Those who had been on the quarter deck had been spared from the knock out powder.
Chaos broke out amongst the rest of their crew as they tried to find an explanation. Using their confusion to your advantage, you were about to show them what a real hunter could do.