Dragons Race to the Edge: Oneshots

Alive (Viggo x Reader)

"For the last time, stay out of my hut!" Snotlout yelled across his lunch in the clubhouse.

"Then, why don't you stay out of our boar-pit!" Tuffnut challenged. You tried to ignore the current argument going on between Snotlout and the twins, but that was easier said than done with those three mutton-heads yelling across the table. You had only just got to the clubhouse after a long flight with your dragon, and you already had a headache coming on thanks to them!

"Listen," Snotlout said angrily through a mouthful of mutton, "I haven't been in your stupid boar-pit! Why would I want to go in their anyway, it stinks of boars!"

"That's just what we're going to get to the bottom of!" Ruff replied.

"That's right! Thorston and Thorston, sleuths extraordinaire, are on the case!" Tuffnut declared, pulling out a magnifying glass from his pocket.

"Where in the Archipelago did you get that from?" Fishlegs exclaimed. You rolled your eyes at Fishlegs, wishing he wouldn't get involved  - that would only drag the conversation on for longer. Glancing to the side, you saw Hiccup and Astrid keeping their eyes fixed on their plates like you. That seemed to be just about the only way to cope with the the mutton-heads. Astrid had tried intervening the other day, and that hadn't ended well. In fact, it had ended with Hiccup having to hide her axe so she didn't permanently put an end to their squabbling.

"A true detective never tells, my dear Fishlegs." Tuff responded, shaking his head.

"Ugh, fine - whatever keeps you occupied..." Snotlout grumbled under his breath. Hiccup just stared at the barely touched food on his plate.

"Hey, you know they're just bored." Astrid said, nudging him. "Now that Johann's been defeated and the dragon eyes are gone." It was true, you thought to yourself, listening in on their conversation - they were bored now that the action was over, no doubt, but there must be something more useful they could do to alleviate their boredom - something less annoying than this. The relentless rain outside only added to everyone's irritability.

"I know." Hiccup responded. He sounded a bit deflated. Apparently, the boredom was getting to him too (to be fair, it was getting to all of you). But there was something else. Despite all that had happened with the King of Dragons and the Dramillions and Krogan and Johann, you knew Hiccup's mind still lingered on Viggo's sacrifice  - you knew it still haunted him. You felt it too. Viggo had driven you over the edge at times and, good Thor, sometimes you had wished you could wipe that smug smirk off his face with your battleaxe but, at the end of the day, there was something about him that you always couldn't help admiring. He was just so different to any other viking in the Archipelago; smarter, for a start, but also svelte and, unlike Krogan and Johann, he seemed to at least possess some sense of morality. You would never admit it to anyone, but you had always kind of liked him from the moment you'd first met him. That didn't quite excuse all the dragon-hunting he'd done but, if what Hiccup said was true, you were sorry he'd died after changing his allegiance and coming to respect dragons.

'That doesn't matter now.' You told yourself. Johann was gone and the dragons were safe - the adventure was over.

Suddenly, you heard a commotion of roars, squawks and the frantic flapping of wings outside, followed by the scratching of talons across the wooden deck outside the clubhouse. Everyone's attention was immediately diverted to the scene outside, and lunch was left in a hurry as you all rushed to see what had caused the dragons to become so agitated. 

"Finally some action!" Snotlout exclaimed, as he raced out of the club house, but everyone was stunned to silence at what they saw. Standing on the deck, his amber eyes burning, was the Skrill. Around him, several of your dragons circled him, whilst eyeing him viciously. Toothless, meanwhile, was trying to keep the peace between the dragons, urging Hookfang and Stormfly to back off from the Skrill. What alarmed you most of all, however, was what lay in a heap between the Skrill's mighty talons. He was almost unrecognizable, it was certainly Viggo who lay unconscious, covered in scars, his face ashen and armor missing on the wooden floor before the gaping dragon riders.