Dragons Race to the Edge: Oneshots

Not Alone Enough... (Viggo x Reader)

Y/n Hofferson. That was you. And you were a dragon rider. Well, you'd recently joined them at the Edge, anyway. With the growing threat of dragon hunters, you'd been upgraded from the status of A-team rider, and had instead come to join your cousin, Astrid, and the other riders at the Edge. You had to admit, not having to deal with Gustav and Spitelout every day was a welcome relief. Besides, you were a Hofferson - a deadly warrior and fierce opponent in any battle. Your cousin, Astrid, had taught you hand to hand combat since you could wield an axe; though your weapon of choice remained the longbow, along with your trusty dagger that was always strapped to your belt, ready to be whipped out in a split second. Having an adolescent Typhoomerang, Blaze, by your side only added to your status of 'expert dragon rider', and would certainly make any viking quiver in their boots. In short, anyone who dared mess with you would surely regret it. And that included dragon hunters. Well...most of them anyway...

The truth was, you couldn't help admitting to yourself you had a bit of a thing for a particular dragon hunter, who also just so happened to be the chief of the entire dragon hunter tribe. Yep, that was right, you'd only gone and fallen for the leader of the hunters, Viggo Grimborn. You'd been attracted to the ruthless, yet strangely alluring, hunter since the first time you'd seen him. It had been when Astrid had the Scourge of Odin (at Viggo's hands no less), and you'd come to Edge to see if there was any way you could help cure your cousin, when you'd first encountered Viggo at the home island of the Buffalord dragon. You knew you should hate him - he'd deliberately tried to kill your cousin and her friends multiple times, and would probably kill you too if he got the chance, yet there was no controlling your emotions. Your heart had made up its mind, and was stubbornly sticking to that decision no matter what reason might suggest.

Again, when you and the other riders had infiltrated Viggo's dragon auction, and been captured in an underground network of tunnels and cages, you found yourself lost in thought and distracted whenever he walked by, instead of thinking of a way to escape. A couple of times Viggo had addressed you directly, commenting on having never seen you among the other riders before, a mocking tone in his voice. He had seemed, however, apparently amused by the wit with which you made your replies, trying as best you could to make yourself his equal in an otherwise compromising situation. That had led on to a repartee of some length, all while the other riders around you remained silent. Even Hiccup seemed perplexed by the apparent rapport between the two of you. You knew that if you wanted to keep your feelings hidden and inconspicuous to both the riders and Viggo, you would certainly have to watch your tongue in the future. Besides, although such advances filled you with joy, they also carried a certain despair at the fact that you realised the reality of the hopelessness of such a relationship.

You were adamant that no-one would ever know about these feelings you had. No-one but you and Blaze would even suspect that a part of you longed to be by Viggo's side, despite the danger his posed as your supposed arch-enemy. You would never admit any of this to the other riders, and certainly never to Viggo himself. That was, until today...

The situation couldn't be any more dire - Ryker had the Shellfire. Earlier had had used it to attack both Caldera Cay and Berserker Island - there was no doubt he would be coming for Dragon's Edge next. You figured he'd be here by morning. You'd worked hard with the others to build up your defenses all through dusk. What you hadn't counted on was Viggo arriving at the Edge with the dragon eye, and apparently willing to help you defeat Ryker. After much deliberation and skepticism, you had allowed him stay at the Edge, and not as a prisoner. That, of course, brought another level of complexity to your situation. Viggo Grimborn, the man you couldn't help feeling attracted to however hard you tried, was here on Dragon's Edge right at the brink of battle.

 Now that nightfall had taken over, Hiccup and Astrid kept a lookout over the island from the clubhouse whilst the other riders got some rest. You knew staying in your hut would just agitate you more, the anticipation of the imminent battle gnawing away at your mind. Instead, you walked through the cool night, visiting your favorite secluded spots on the island. You weren't quite sure why. Perhaps it was the notion that, if Ryker succeeded, both you and the island could be destroyed. The bright and clear moonlight cast a dappled effect on the forest floor, as it shone through the trees' branches. You weren't scared. No, that wasn't within the countenance of a Hofferson warrior like you. If there was one place you would thrive, it was in battle. You were prepared for this, and would surely be in your element fighting fiercely against the enemy to protect those you loved. But that didn't mean you had to enjoy it. This was a new type of enemy. Not just an armada, but a dragon. An armed dragon, under the control of the merciless Ryker Grimborn. As you contemplated the uncertain prospects of victory or defeat approaching, Blaze paced by your side, aware of the gravity of the situation. She too was undeniably a skilled warrior, but something about this battle just felt...different.