Hunters (Viggo x reader)

Chapter 6

You ship swayed as the anchor dropped. Looking out of your cabin window, you could see the outline of the island blending into the night sky surrounding it.

You had spent the entirety of the afternoon revising Viking literature and grammar with Heather. Thought it had all been an act, you did enjoyed the pleasantries. Rubbing your strained eyes, you put the stylus down and let out a long sigh. Spitfire, who had been comfortably sleeping at your feet, nuzzled up against your thigh. As much as she tried to reassure you , you couldn't stop wondering why you had been summoned back.
In an attempt to calm your mind , you told yourself that this was most likely a friendly meeting, meant to confirm receipts and finalize any remaining debts before parting ways. At least, that would be the best case scenario.
In the worst case, you'd be back in the arms of a man you detest.

Hearing stirring , you glanced across the desk. Heather, who had been sleeping peacefully, slowly began to wake up.
You envied her her ability the sleep. For a girl who had never met Viggo she was unatruly calm. The first timers were always like that though. They're calm, confident and ever so slightly cocky.

They all learn.
...

Viggo sat in his tent. Immersed in his letters and plans , he hardly heard the hunter approach.
"Lord Viggo"

"Come in" he said without looking up.

"Your brother has arrived sir"

"Splendid , have Ryker bring the two Berserkers. I'd like to formally meet them."

"Of course sir, and what of the hunter responsible for taking the hide?"

"Bring him, he'll serve as a good example."

"As you wish." With no further instructions the hunter left.

For a moment, Viggo's stylus came to a halt as he began to ponder. Perhaps the plan he had set in motion was too much of a gamble.
If his calculations were correct, life could finally be as it was meant to be.

...

You walked towards the Chief's tent as a group. Ryker and Dagur walked ahead, while Heather stayed back with you.
Due to the unpredictable nature of the hunters, you had convinced Heather to leave Spitfire and Windshear under the watchful eye of your crew.
No one spoke while going up the hill, but every step made your stomach turn. You'd had been in far more precarious situations, yet the thought of seeing Viggo made you want to jump ship. 
For a second, you could have swore you heard Heather say something, but you were fixated on the chaos in your mind. It was only when she waved her hand in front of your face that you snapped back into reality.
"I'm sorry Heather, what did you say?"
"How did you become a hunter?" She asked curiously.
"Eeeh, well..." You were taken aback. No one had really asked this for a while now. People rarely cared. You were there to fix their problems, by catching or selling dragons, your life story didn't matter to the clients. In fact, many hunters considered this question to be a taboo. They believed that bad luck would follow any who asked and answered.

Your struggle to answer a seemingly simple question made her giggle " Hey, no worries. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She gave you a sympathetic look.
You've only saw people make that face when they pitted you. You were now certain that your hesitation to answer her question made her believe that you were abandoned, or kidnapped, or sold...Before you could try and convince her that your childhood wasn't traumatic , a hunter approached your group.

« Lord Ryker, your brother has asked for an audience with you. »
« Good. Run back and tell him that I will be arriving shortly. »
« Yes of course. He has also requested an audience with the two Berserkers. »
«Only the two Berserkers and I? »