The Integrity of Private Affairs (Viggo Grimborn x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 3: Thorstonton Hell

Sometimes Hiccup's judgment is sound, even in questioning situations. He usually is right and in the end everything turns out okay.

But this tests my faith in his Hiccup-y plans

Fishlegs gently pruned his herb bushes as you rested with your feet in the relaxation hottub, listening to him talk about the story that had occurred the first night in the 'great beyond'.

"It used a special song to lure in our dragons... and it tried to eat them!" He said, accidentally snipping more off of his herb bush than he meant to.

"Ah! Darn.. well, it'll grow back." he said picking up the twig that had been snipped with a frown.

"What did the song sound like? How could a song... a. call? Control dragons? Maybe attract loosely but with the way you describe it, it sounds like straight up mind control!"

"They were super alert and stressed! But they couldn't help themselves, it wasn't a lullaby, it was a very loud sound." He said, mentioning the aggressive way the dragons had acted.

"What did it.. Sound like?" You asked, genuinely curious about how a sound could even exist.

"It was like.. Hummm, Hum, hum, hum, Hummm.." He awkwardly sang ending with a long note, which cracked his voice slightly.

You giggled,

wow, not a day past the dragon training academy

You noted the melody, remembering your skills at whistling, "Kind of like? Tweeee, twee, twuu, tweee, twuuuuu?" You whistled, mimicking the rhythm he had demonstrated awkwardly.

"Yes! Just like that, but it had this weird shrill call that sounded like a scream that I don't think we could replicate, probably has something to do with the dragons' vocal chords." Fishlegs said, scratching his chin.

He finished pruning several more bushes till Snotlout of all viking appeared and landed on Fishlegs' hut, breaking off two shingles.

"Hey guys, the twins called all of us to the training arena for an announcement, Job Assignments or something." He said, slightly amused and bored, "Can't wait to see all the dumb stuff they've come up with."

He then let out a 'Snotlout!' and flew off toward the arena.

You gave Fishlegs a nervous look, your usual relaxing days with occasional training, lovely dinners via Astrid, brushing up on your knowledge of dragons and herbs with Fishlegs, and chatting with Hiccup about building your hut had made you forget about just who you lived with.

And Whom technically owned this island...

"We might as well go see," Fishlegs said, putting his clippers away in a small outdoor box near his garden.

"I'm trying to think of what they could do, or say, but I can't think of anything." You said, deep in thought as both of you walked along the pathways

"Don't stress yourself out too much. No one knows what goes on in those heads" He reassured before you both finally made it to the arena, the others gave warm and calm hellos.

You all waited patiently till Tuffnut spoke up.

"All right, Fishlegs, Says here you are now the official poet laureate of Thorstonton." He said, standing on the head of belch.

What.. you nearly said out loud That was random..

"Do you even know what that means?" He asked, gesturing to the list.