Whose idea was this? Oh yeah, Viggo's. The viking had wanted to explore some never-before seen mountains on a previously undiscovered island, but it was far more damp, cold, and miserable than he had expected. All that Viggo wanted now was to get back to his ship and his dragons, who had been left behind besides a few medium sized ones needed for supplies.
Even so, Viggo wasn't one to give up. He put up with the constant rain and ignored how slick and muddy the ground was getting, as well as how his men grumbled, determined to finish the island survey. After all, the group was almost done, with only one last mountain trail to explore for water sources and geography.
In the end Viggo decided to send a majority of his men back to the ship with the camp supply, leaving only himself, Ryker, and a couple of soldiers to explore the trail before leaving. Eager to get his task over with and go home, Viggo walked in front of the others, failing to notice the way the trail was was getting more and more treacherous in the never ending rain.
Halfway down the trail, the mud turned slippery under Viggo's boots and he fell on his back with an undignified squeak. Pain shot up Viggo's left leg and the viking groaned when he saw the twisted angle that the limb lay at.
Ryker was beside him in an instant, cutting Viggo's pant leg off above the knee and looking at the obviously broken leg. "There's some sharp rocks under the mud here, your boot must have caught in them and twisted your leg."
The injured leg leg was already starting to swell by the time the soldiers had found sticks long enough to splint it with- Viggo had refused to be carried like some sort of helpless child. Strips were cut from Viggo's pant leg and used to bind the viking's leg to the sticks, holding it as still as possible until it would be properly set and immobilized back on his ship. The makeshift splint was quickly soaked in blood, and Viggo tried not to focus on the piece of bone almost sticking through his skin, surrounded by deep cuts.
Even while leaning on Ryker, the trip back was slow and agonizing. Viggo struggled to breath, feeling each step like a knife blade striking his entire body from his left leg up. Finally, even the proud viking leader had to admit that he was making almost no progress. He sent the guards on ahead and explained to Ryker, "As much as I hate to admit it, this isn't working. I need you to carry me until just before we reach the ship, and I'll walk from there."
Ryker nodded and scooped up his brother as gently as he could, although it still drew a gasp of pain from Viggo as the action jostled his leg. Ryker knew that his younger sibling always avoided showing weakness in front of others, so he must be in agony if he was allowing even this. The bigger viking had hated watching Viggo walk even the short distance after his fall, trying not to think of the damage he was causing himself; now Ryker was thankful that his brother was seeing at least some reason and putting himself a little bit before his pride. Even so, walking up the gangway to his ship was going to be nearly impossible.
As soon as the ship was in sight Viggo struggled out of Ryker's hold but kept one arm around his big brother's shoulders to keep his weight off of his bad leg. The pair slowly but steadily made their way onto the ship and into the medical bay, and once he was away from everyone except Ryker and the healer Viggo let his strong mask slip, revealing his true exhaustion.
Ryker held Viggo's trembling form as still as he could while the healer examined his leg. She finally stopped and explained that she would have to do some minor surgery to reset the bone that had come close to breaking through Viggo's skin, as well as stitching the many cuts. Other than that, the break wasn't horrible and could be set quickly, although it would be awhile before Viggo could walk on that leg again.
A few hours later Viggo was back in his chambers, leg set and firmly casted, feeling no pain due to having received a large dose of medicine on top of the anesthesia used in the surgery. A side effect was that Viggo was pretty loopy; Ryker was sitting with him to make sure he didn't hurt himself while Viggo laughed and said strange things.
"Ryker. Brother. Brother broth....er."
"Yes?"
"You're a good guy. I'm kinda bad sometimes but you've always been there." Viggo grinned and wiggled a hand at Ryker, who blinked in surprise. "Er- thanks. I'll always be here, you know that."
Viggo's eyes were closing, the sleepy effects of the medicine finally taking over. "Thanks. I don't think I ever thanked you, but thanks... stay with me."
Ryker waited until Viggo was sound asleep before drawing a blanket over him, smiling faintly. Viggo was never an affectionate or open person, it just wasn't in his nature, so hearing him say such uncharacteristic things was sweet, if a little strange. Ryker adjusted the blanket one last time, then tried to find a comfortable position in the chair beside his brother. Viggo wanted him to stay, so stay he would, as long as he needed to.
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