I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED. On my last post, talking about my fellow viggo Grimborn appreciation community, and if they would like a viggo grimborn x wife oc fic. Now it’s not a fic, more of a one shot? And I said I might go thru with it, now. To be honest that was probably not going to happen.
BUT. Everyone who wanted it, which is probably like four people. You are in luck!!! Soooo…. It just so happens, today after I got My favorite ao3 authors tumbler account.
She apparently checked out my account!!! And has so graciously commented on my post and bestowed upon me the “do it <3” SO I MUST, INSPIRATION AND EXCITEMENT HAS DRIVEN ME!!! THIS IS FOR YOU MABOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!🤭 also, I have a fic on ao3 which is a work in progress? Could you check that out, maybe comment? I’m trying to build the motivation to continue it.
Warnings, I guess. [Flirting, slight aggression, plotting.]
(Im ashamed to say this took almost an hour and a half)
Also, I’m not huge on proofreading so, SORRY. I know a lot of people don’t care though😅 also, Mabo my favorite dragon is the skrill irl.
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As the chiefess of the dragon hunters, Viggo Grimborn’s wife. Kyrion, She has many advantages
She lives comfortably, with a husband who loves her beyond words, which she returns in kind.
She loves him too, like, a lot. So it’s no surprise she’d get worried at the pressure and stress her husband has on his shoulders.
His handsome face is sullied by worries of profit loss and teenagers on lizards.
He’s currently out handling business, leaving her alone in his tent. Giving her time to think..
She paces around the tent, attempting to come up with an idea that can help.
At first her quest is fruitless. Bad idea, after bad idea. Her mind blanking so bad you’d mistake it for a piece of paper that’s been tossed around and crumpled up multiple times out of rage.
Until, a dangerous thought crossed her mind.
She gets up from his chair and runs outside the tent, snapping her fingers to get a guards attention.
She orders the guard that comes to get a terrible terror, while he runs off to get it she stands there impatiently. Running her fingers thru her platinum blonde hair, her mind now working a million miles a minute.
The guard comes back and she snatches it from him, going back inside and setting the cage on Viggo’s desk. She goes over to one of his many bookshelf’s and grabs the dragon eye
She sets everything up, and makes the terrible terror breathe fire. Illuminating the dragon eye, she works quick, turning the lens until she stops at the skrill.
It’s poetic irony really, one of hiccups enemies went after the skrill. But she understands that the skrill is a powerful dragon, and that if she were to bond with it like a dragon rider, instead of forcing it.
She would be unstoppable.
It would even the odds stacked against them, level the playing field. And since the skrill is rumored to have outsmarted hiccup, and his night fury. That makes it even more appealing.
She kicks off her shoes and runs around the tent for the next thirty minutes in a flurry, using Viggo’s maps and the dragon eye to map out where the skrill could be.
But one thought remained while she worked. Should she tell Viggo? Should she tell her husband her reckless, potentially dangerous idea. It would help, but would he let her?
Although, it’s not like he could stop her anyway. So she brushed the thought of needing his permission away swiftly, however should she be honest?
Their relationship is built on truth and trust, he lets her know everything, and she lets him know everything. When each other is mad, annoyed, excited, big news, family life, opinions. All of it.
Hiding a plot like this from him could shatter some of that trust.
Before she can debate further her thoughts are interrupted by a confused but handsome voice.
She turns around, her hand suspended in the air, hovering near the bookshelf.
Viggo raises one eyebrow, his voice filled with confusion. “My dear, what are you doing…?”
She looks off to the side then back, wide eyed. “I thought you had a lot of things to take care of…?”
He gives her a look, which she responds to with an eye roll. “Fine, if you must know. I have a possibly dangerous and reckless, but beneficial plan to deal with the dragon riders. which will result in you making out with me as a bribe not to go thru with it? Or you are desperate enough to let me try, but will stress over my well being for the next week.”
His expression quickly forms to one of amusement and concern, he opens his mouth to speak but before he can she blurts out. “I want to tame the skrill.”
His eyes go wide and he crosses the tent quickly, he looks down at her and tries to find the words stuck at the tip of his tongue. His expression is one of contemplation, weighing the options.
She grabs his hand and places her other on his palm “I’ve done a bit of research, I think I can do it. I know it’s dangerous, but it could help us in the long run! The skrill is a dragon that can go toe to toe with hiccup’s night fury, It would give us a huge advantage if I managed to tame it!”
He places his hand on her cheek, his voice full of reluctant concern. “Are you sure you want to put yourself out there? You haven’t been directly involved in any of this, and Hiccup will target you the second you face him.”
“hiccup is a reckless teenager with an ego and a flashy lightning lizard. I’m going to train myself, work with my dragon. And I’m pretty sure once I get the hang of it I’ll be able to out maneuver him, his team is impressive but they haven’t met someone who will fly like them yet.”
Viggo picks her up bridal style, startling kyrion. A squeak of shock leaves her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, he walks over to their bed and sets her down.
He sits beside her and looks at her in the eyes, his expression genuine and full of worry. “I don’t want you to get hurt, my dear.”
He brushes his fingers along her cheek, resulting in a soft smile from her. “Getting hurt is part of the game, besides…”
She grins, her expression playful. “I could scare ryker with it, he’s already scared of me, why not add fuel to the fire?”
He places his hand on her arm and pulls her close, gathering her into a hug as He rests his chin on her head. A reluctant amused chuckle escapes his throat before he speaks. “It’s not like I could stop you anyway, when are you planning on leaving?”
She tilts her head up, “possible tommorow, I’m glad you know not to assume I’ll listen to you though.”
He runs his fingers thru her hair, his face relaxed and a handsome grin on his face. “I’m aware, so then why are we still having this conversation?”
“Because I’m waiting for you to admit your going to send and army of hunters with me when I tragically depart tomorrow, even though your hunters would most likely get in my way?”
He places his hands at her waist and brings her with him to lay back, gently holding her to his chest. “It will be tragic, I’ll be without your company?”
She pokes his nose with valiant effort, her expression teasing as a shit eating grin rests on her face. “You’ll live, although I do feel sorry for you. Left alone with your turd of a brother. No manners, or hygiene, more bulk than brains.”
He kisses her forehead and scoots her up on his chest, kicking off his shoes real quick. “So, tomorrow?”
She looks him in the eyes, her head resting on his chest, the grin still present as she nods.
He leans back against the pillows and pulls up the covers, adjusting her body and holding her close as the blankets settle.
He tucks her close, his voice playful. “I will be sending a couple guards with us.”
She looks up at him, playful annoyance on her face. “Your going to come with?”
“But of course, my dear. What kind of husband would I be if I let my beautiful wife throw herself into danger without me there to rescue her.”
She pokes his chest, her expression one of mock exasperation “how valiant of you, but you are far from a hero in knights armor.
He kisses her head, keeping his lips there for a long moment before pulling back. “I’m better, I’m willing to cross lines to save you.”
She lightly punches him in the chest, her expression one of playful disgust, an uninvited blush warming her cheeks. “I get it, no need to get poetic hot stuff.”
He closes his eyes, mindlessly running his hands thru her hair. “Goodnight, my dear.”
She closes her eyes, snuggling her head against his chest before whispering “night handsome.”
