#rtte viggo

“Then the dragons started roaring, and screeching… and- and like- like it was fighting itself. Shaking and crawling over the ground. They fell over, thrashing around. Until she raised her hands again… and it suddenly stopped.”

Viggo narrows his eyes skeptically. That’s not normal behaviour. A pain response, perhaps. It could be poison, maybe something like dragon root… no, people would be able to see that. Something the dragons could smell then?

Lars finally looks up at Viggo again.

“It must’ve been some kind of ritual. She broke through to the dragons!”

No. That’s not it.

Dragons trained- as shown by Hiccup- are calmer. Lowering their head, not falling to the ground. Lying down, not roaring or thrashing.

It’s not calming down. It’s a reaction.

Finally, some peace and quiet. Viggo felt as if he never had time to himself anymore. Ryker always had to bother him, or his father needed him for something.

He opened his book, his eyes beginning to flick over the pages.

The sound of wings flapping and a soft thud made Viggo look up from his book. In front of him, a small Terrible Terror had landed on the ground in front of him. It didn't faze him, they were everywhere, like pests.

"Hello, dragon."

He says flatly. It blinked at him, tilting its head like a cat would. It seemed to be intrigued by him, but didn't move, as if it were scared. Oh well. It should be, especially of him. Viggo returned his attention to his book.

Not even a full page was read before he felt the dragon nudging his leg.

"What do you want?"

He huffs. He sets his book down, using a leaf as a bookmark. The small dragon just looked up at him with its big eyes, whining. It tried again, nudging his satchel this time. Suddenly Viggo understood. He had brought yak jerky on his small outing, and the dragon must be hungry.

"Absolutely not. Go find something else, you vulture."

Viggo scoffs, waving his hand to shoo it away.

However the dragon seemed to be persistent. At his rejection it let out another whine, pouting and looking up at him with the widest puppy eyes he'd ever seen.

Viggo sighed. Thor damn him, the dragon was adorable. His resolve crumbled, and he reached inside his satchel. The Terrible Terror perked up the second he pulled out the yak jerky. It's eyes followed the jerkys every move, which amused Viggo when he waved it in the air.

With a chuckle, he threw it at the dragon.

"Eat, you."

Viggo watched as it devoured the jerky, feeling tension leave his body. Somehow sitting here feeding this silly dragon was relaxing to him.

After the small dragon was finished, it turned its attention back to Viggo. It let out a chirp, tilting its head curiously at him again. Then, it took a hesitant step towards him.

Viggo didn't know what came over him, but slowly he extended his hand for the dragon. Step by step it inched closer towards him, until its snout was pressed against his hand. Viggo felt his breath hitch.

It sniffed his hand, then looked back up at him. The two shared a glance of what Viggo thought was connection for a moment. Until the dragon squealed, launching itself towards Viggo.

The attack catches him off guard and he screams, trying to pry the Terrible Terror off of his face. He feels a sharp set of teeth sink into his nose and he yells, managing to get ahold of the dragon and throwing it on the ground. Furious now, he pants.

"Thor-forsaken lizard! Go!"

He growls, standing to his feet to kick the dragon away. It screeches, dodging his foot and scrambling off into the forest brush. But not before shooting a quick fireball in his direction. Viggo yelps, jumping out of the way to dodge it.

The dragon was gone... finally. His hand went to his nose, which was now covered in blood.

"Not a moment of peace in this place, is there?"

He sighs, turning to collect his book. But when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. While he had dodged the fireball, his book, which was now engulfed in flames, was not so fortunate.