A Forbidden Love (Viggo Grimborn x reader) {Slow Updates}

Pt.38

It had been a week. A week since the fight, a week without knowing where Krogan was. Ultimately, we decided to give up and deal with him later if necessary.
What was I supposed to do now? It was hard to process that the fighting was over.
If the timing couldn't be worse my father walked up to me.
"Y/n, you should be relaxing. The party is tonight and you need to look your best."
"I know, dad. It's just hard. Now that I have time everything is processing. It's freaking me out."
He chuckled softly,
"I know what you mean. You've been on your feet for the past few years. You were running around, fighting non-stop, always worrying. Just when it seemed like you had a break something came up: but trust me when I say it's over. You have a new job, keeping the people happy."
"I can't just give up fighting dad. I've done it for so long that it's built into me. "
"I'm not saying you have to stop fighting. I'm saying there are other things you can do."
I shrugged and looked down. Knowing precisely what he was getting at.
"Don't say it. I already said I'm not getting married yet."
"Sooner is better than later. I'm not saying you should have someone by tonight; I'm just saying you should consider it."
"I don't know if I'm capable of loving anyone other than Viggo."
He took in a breath, messed with his beard for a second, then put a hand on my shoulder.
"If you can't marry for love,-"
He hesitated.
"Marry for the good of the village."
I squared my shoulders and nodded softly.
"I wish you didn't have to go through this dear."
"Well, you did, and you survived. So, I can too."
He wanted to say something but stopped himself. I gave a soft smile and walked away. Walked through the village I grew up in like it was new.
Like I was some traveler and not the Cheifs daughter.
As if I didn't play in these streets and forests as a child. I needed to learn home again, and not miss that island we lived on for three years. Apart from me wanted to break down crying, but the other part felt nothing.
I don't know how to feel, other than a stranger. A stranger in a body that isn't even hers.
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Hours passed, and people got more and more excited about the party. I just laid in bed thinking about the promises Viggo made.
'At the end of all this, I will earn your father's approval; and we will create our life together. You have my word.'
You have my word.
That phrase played in my head on repeat. Until his voice drowned out everything. I honestly didn't hear Hiccup coming up the stairs.
He sat on my bed earning a squeak from the wood. He placed a hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly.
"Y/n, wake up."
I opened my eyes and turned towards him. Then hummed in response.
"Maybe going for a ride will help."
I hummed again.
"Come on, you need to get up."
"I'm tired,"
I muttered,
"I know, but you need to go out for a ride. D/n is getting irritable."
I hadn't taken him out since the battle, giving him time to heal.
"It'll be good for the both of you."
Knowing he was right, I grumbled, rolling out of bed. "I guess you're right."
"I know I am."
I stuck my tongue out at him, then muttered jackass under my breath.

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I hate to admit it but being in the air again helped. The cold air hit my face, my cheeks flushing, and my hands getting cold; it was the distraction I needed. The physical pain distracted me from my emotional pain. Even if the pain was little, it was enough. My dragon helped too.
He was happy getting to fly again. I smiled and patted his side.
"You're the best thing I could've asked for."
He let out a soft noise.
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Two hours, two hours we were flying. It was glorious until we had to return for the feast. I was carrying a small statue, and helping set up. It was our last party before Snogaltog. We took pride in our parties and it showed. Once when I was six we had over eight different chefs visit for our party.
When I was younger I didn't understand how incredible that was. Finally, the decorating was finished, and the ladies in the Great Hall were ready to give out food. Gobber rang the bell and people started running to line up. We all gathered, celebrating, and cheering.
I tried to get away from everyone once I had my fill: but they constantly threw their arms around me. Some would say 'You're a hero.'
I'd just shake my head, smile, and back away. I'm no hero. A hero would be Viggo, Hiccup, and the rest of the gang, but me? No. When people called me 'hero' my stomach dropped or, would twist in disgust. After the feast came the drinking.
We all piled outside for the fire, and to continue the party. It wouldn't be a party without Tuffnut standing on a roof screaming. I laughed softly and shook my head.
I did miss this. From the corner of my eye, I noticed someone. I turned to see him fully. Asgar. He smiled softly and held out purple wildflowers. I smiled back at him. He walked toward me, stopping before getting too close.
"Before the battle, you asked who these were for. You asked me who the special lady was, and I explained. I was talking about you."
I tucked my lips together for a moment. I knew after the kiss what feelings he had. I never thought about them before.
"That's why I despised Viggo so much. I've had feelings for you since I was Fourteen. When my father first described you to me.
My betrothed. As a child, I made trinkets for you, a future wedding gift."
He handed me a box. I took it slowly and opened it. It was full of small, handmade items.
Some carvings, some drawings, and some were other crafts. I picked up one that caught my eye. It was a little drawing of me and him. Made by a younger child, and the paper was worn out. He had pictured my wedding dress.
"In the bottom, I made a ring for you. When I was younger."
He muttered, I moved a few things around and found it. It was poorly welded iron, with a gem tied with leather.
"What exactly are you asking me?"
He was quiet for a moment.
"I'm asking for your hand."
Shock. I didn't know what to do.
"Will you be my Betrothed?"
~Word count:1,163
Hey yall, sorry It took me two months to post this chapter.💀💀