Sentire Bellum - Mea Vita. | HTTYD/RTTE | Viggo x GN!Reader

Chapter 11.

A/N:

I'm genuinely so sorry for taking so long for this. I had some mental health issues and also just struggle a lot with dialogue involving Viggo (which this chapter contains of like 95%), but I wanted this to be good so I had to take a long time to figure everything out. I hope the next chapter doesn't take this long, but I can't promise anything.

I hope you enjoy though, and hopefully the wait was worth it ^^"

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Word count; 5728

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[Drunken Talk.]

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Doing as you were told, you stepped into the tent and made your way to the chair in front of the desk. You heard Viggo following you as you sat down, although you were more focused on grabbing the bottle to pour yourself some water. It wouldn't magically make your drunkenness disappear, but it would still be nice to drink something that wasn't beer.
As you put the bottle back down and brought the mug up to your mouth, Viggo took a seat on the opposite side of the table. He picked up some of the papers and seemed to go over them.

Not that you were actively studying him, your focus was on getting water down your throat and getting a hold of yourself to appear less drunk than you were. You needed to sort out your thoughts and not think too much about anything other than this very moment. To save your image at least a tiny little bit and not make a fool of yourself. A little voice in the back of your mind told you that you already did.

Ignoring said words, you put your now almost empty mug down on the table, next to the bottle. Not knowing what was to come or why exactly Viggo wanted to talk to you, you simply looked at him with a neutral expression. At least as neutral as you could muster currently.

After a silent, but surprisingly comfortable moment he placed the papers back to where they were before and looked straight at you. He didn't talk right away, simply holding eye contact for a bit. You would've found it uncomfortable if it weren't for the alcohol in your system. But thanks to that you just mindlessly returned his gaze. It seemed a little like the contract-talk to you, but without the threat of being captured.
Well, if it already felt like a case of deja vu, you might as well go all out and talk first again. It's not like it mattered all that much.

Clearing your throat, you looked past him for a moment. "Soo.. why did you want to talk in the middle of the night?"
"Initially," he started, causing you to return your attention back to him, "I simply wanted to inform you of more information about what your work includes, but because of your..." He stopped for a second, holding your – no doubt drunk-looking – gaze, seemingly not knowing how to address the obvious issue.

"..my current, very unfortunate state?" You slowly said, with the question mark at the end written all over your face and tone.
He smirked slightly. "Precisely. Glad to hear we share the same thoughts on your situation." Putting his hands in front of his face, and steadying his arms with his elbows on the desk, he looked at you a bit more seriously. "But, as I was saying, because of your unexpected state currently, I think it would be better to have that conversation at another time. For now, why don't you share the details of how you managed to end up in this state with me?"

"Well, uhm.." You stopped yourself from answering right away. Would it be smart to say it was Ryker's fault? It could create future problems in some ways, but at the same time you didn't feel like lying for no reason. Ignoring the fact that you weren't even sober enough to think of a plausible explanation.
Looking down at your mug, you sighed silently. "..if I said I just followed 'orders' and Ryker is at fault, would you believe it? Like, at all?"