Chapter 50 - Fight of chiefs part 1

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Viggo's POV

"Very well then, so be it. May the gods decide who is worthy of calling himself chief." Asmund sneered, his grey eyes held an evil glimmer as he locked his gaze with mine.

I could hear Lilly sob behind me and closed my eyes for one brief moment, trying to keep my countenance. Oh how much I despised this man right now, the feeling of betrayal was almost too hard to bear. After all I've done for this tribe to build up it's reputation as trustworthy trading partner, always putting the needs of my people first. For generations the house Grimborn held the title as chieftains, for generations my family has been leading our tribe with dignity and honor. I've known Asmund my whole life, he was only one year older than me, the Riber family has always been close to the Grimborns and I counted on him as one of my most trusted counselors. But I was blind it seems, blind for the signs of his deceit. I should have seen it coming all along. But I didn't and now I heard the same words once again, like I did fourteen years ago. Only that it was Ryker I challenged back then and it was no fight to the death but the passing of three different tasks including a duel with my older brother. I proved myself worthy of being chief back then and if the gods wish, I will prove it again.

"My companions and me have a strenuous journey behind us, we are all exhausted. Grant us one day to rest and then we can arrange the combat." I demanded, my face void of any emotion, the mask I was so accustomed to wear.

Asmund laughed lowly and took one step closer to me, a provoking expression on his face. "You're in no position to bargain, Viggo." He eyed me up and down in contempt before he lifted his gaze to the dragon riders who stood a few feet away, watching the scene with a horrified expression on their faces. "You brought our enemies right into our middle, I should put you all in chains and throw that dragons of yours in the cages where they belong." he snarled.

"Enemies? ENEMIES?! We've signed a peace treaty with your tribe you son of a..." Stoick was outraged, he approached Asmund with quick steps but I stepped in between with my arms raised. It would only escalate the situation if Stoick lost his nerves now. Oh by Thor's hammer those Berkians and their temper...

"Easy Stoick. Of course there is a peace treaty." I tried to calm him down but Asmund behind me only laughed, he was obviously enjoying the be in charge. Go on, laugh Asmund. Soon I will wipe that grin off your face.

"No actually Viggo, with me being chief the first thing I will do is shred that worthless peace treaty to pieces and take your little friends here as prisoners. I am certain to find a good use for your dragons too." a gloating grin curled his lips as he spoke and I felt my own temper rising uncontrollably when he let his gaze linger on Lilly, eying her with unconcealed hunger.

"Yes I will find use for everyone indeed." he licked his lips and now it was Stoick who had to hold me back by my arm as savage rage rushed through my veins. I'm going to rip his grinning head off!

"Don't you dare to look at her like that!" I growled matching our dragons who got into a defensive position hearing his threatening words.

Asmund was about to retort when Magnus stepped in between us, his arms raised. "This discussion is pointless. None of you is chief until the combat is decided." he spoke in a neutral voice.

I glared at Asmund as he brought one hand to his chest letting out a fake sigh. "Well, I grant you one night to rest. It would be no challenge to fight a tired out opponent. The duel will take place tomorrow morning at sunrise, meet me at the town square."

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