Don't Hate The Player, Hate The Game (Viggo Grimborn x Fem Reader)

Chapter 1

The sound of a body flopping to the floor, the sight of a decapitated head rolled across the now crimson stone floor. The cheering and laughter became muffled. The only sound I heard was my heart pounding in my ears, all feeling drained away from my body as I watched the blood trickle towards me. I couldn't move. I was paralysed from the scene in front of me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, seeing my only friend dead in front of me. Choking back a sob, my eyes finally moved toward the culprit. Who approached my small injured form.

"You lumped yourself with them," the man snarled, his deep voice echoing across the arena as he approached me. Ready to strike me, but in that moment, an overwhelming built-up hatred had finally erupted.

What happened next was just a blur, the sound of gasps and screams took over the once boisterous laughter. I watched as the man cried out in pain, clutching his stomach, as I tore a small blade through his flesh. Stumbling back in shock, everybody couldn't believe what had just happened.

The people cried out his name in horror as I stared at the man, not breaking contact, as he gritted his teeth and hissed through the pain.

"EXILE"

I watched as the people jumped down to help the man. Some drew weapons, ready to defend their chief, their friend, but the man told them to stand down as he watched my form retreat from the arena, still clutching the now bloodied blade. I quickly collected a few essential items before heading toward the wooden docks in search of my boat. Once reaching the bottom, I scanned the area for my boat and for anyone who might try and attack me. Thanks to the chaos I had caused, I was fortunate because everyone was up at the arena. I climbed into my boat, getting ready to set sail. Trying to calm my nerves after the traumatic display I had just witnessed with the loss of my best friend. She was trying to protect me, and she was still injured.

The sound of crying caused me to halt. I turned to the crying child, no older than 8, who looked at me, terrified.

"I didn't mean f-for t-this to happen", the boy cried as his tears cascaded onto the floor.

My hardened gaze didn't soften at the boy as I watched him tremble under my gaze.

"It's all your fault."

A phrase I was all too familiar with.

I turned my head away from the boy, who cried out my name, pleading with me to ask for his forgiveness.

I did not care anymore. I lost everything in just one day, all thanks to the scrawny little brat, my little brother.

I sailed away from the only place I had ever known, leaving behind the nightmare that plagued my life. I sailed away from the torture, tears streaming down my cheeks as I refused to look back, as I could feel the eyes of hatred of all those who once looked at me with such kindness and admiration. I was now completely alone at the age of 14. The only words that left my mouth as I sailed further away, away from Berk.

"I'm sorry mother"

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10 years later

My fingers stroked the white scales of my dragon, who walked alongside me, as we made our way up towards a familiar tent. My dragon growled as we reached our destination.

"Wait outside, Fafnir. You know how he gets when you try and go inside his tent."

Fafnir grumbled with annoyance but understood as I made my way inside. Noticing a familiar face, his brown eyes were still focused on the parchment on his desk.