#rtte viggo

One of the twins greeted in an exaggerated intimidating voice.

Thor help him.

Viggo knew their names, but telling who was who was impossible. The small but pudgy boy beside them however, he did know. He stared at the twins, mentally willing them to disappear.

"...excuse you?"

"That's right,"

Tuffnut, pointing dramatically at him.

"We've got you right where we want you."

"Which is in a cage,"

Ruffnut added. Viggo glanced around the cell.

"I had noticed."

Snotlout snorted.

"Don't mind them. They're just trying to figure out how to make your defeat sound cool."

"I already have one,"

Ruffnut announced.

Tuffnut groaned.

"You can't use that one. It's stupid."

"Stupid?! It's better than some of the ones you had!"

Viggo just watched, confused. Snotlout leaned against the bars.

"You know, you should be glad Hiccup left."

Viggo raised an eyebrow.

"Should I?"

"Yeah. Otherwise you'd have to watch him lose at his favorite game."

"Game?"

Snotlout grinned.

"Everything."

Viggo stared at him, trying to mentally process what he could mean.

"Yes, it's true. Apparently our 'great and power leader' has a gambling addiction."

Snotlout said, pushing himself off of the bars. He stood as if he were about to announce heartbreaking news.

"I mean, it's obvious. I wouldn't be surprised if he's out there right now, gambling away the rest of our islands savings for some stupid trinket we don't even need."

Viggo raised a brow at Snotlout's explanation. Gambling? He didn't take Hiccup to be that sort of man. Though anything could happen.

"And I assume you have evidence of this?"

"Nope."

Snotlout replied, stroking his chin conspiratorially.

"Then why mention it?"

"There's no evidence to be needed! You can see it in his eyes. Behind those beady green eyes...gambling."

Snotlout exclaimed, gesturing to his own eyes as if they were Hiccup's.

"Ah. Of course."

Tuff and Ruff both let out a scoff at Snotlouts story.

"Gambling? Psh, please. The man's dying."

Ruffnut told Snotlout. Viggo's eyebrow twitched. Now what were these idiots babbling on about?

"Is he now?"

The twins immediately became serious, their expressions solemn.

"Unfortunately so..."

"His sickly pale complexion has never looked sicker..."

"Boy has death a-knockin' on his door. Except, y'know, Hiccup can't come to the door at that moment... but he's almost ready to answer that door!"

"Yeah... he's too busy dealing with some overly sophisticated man who has a weird obsession with him."

Viggo looked between them in disbelief. He almost scoffed at their description of him, though he wasn't impartial to the 'overly sophisticated' comment.

"You do realize I am right here."

"Exactly,"

Ruffnut said.

"Which means Hiccup is doomed,"

Tuffnut finished.

Viggo pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Dear Thor."

Tuffnut suddenly slapped a hand against the bars. Viggo didn't even flinch.

"But fear not, V-man! We have prepared some words for your inevitable defeat!"

"I was afraid you had."

The twin cleared his throat dramatically.

"Prepare yourself, Viggo! Because you're about to get... Vig-gone!"

A beat of silence. Viggo stared at him, unimpressed. Tuffnut kept a hopeful look on his face, expecting some sort of reaction.

"...Well?"

"That was terrible."

Tuffnuts shoulders slumped.

"Really?"

"Painfully."

Ruffnut shoved him aside.

"Step aside! Let me at 'im."

She turned toward Viggo with the confidence of someone about to deliver the greatest line in history.

"Well Viggo, looks like you've finally met your... Grim-Maker!"

Viggo blinked. Snotlout slapped a hand over his face, trying not to groan exasperatedly.

"That's not even a word, you mutton heads!"

"It is now!"

"No, it isn't!"

Viggo slowly looked toward the ceiling, silently wishing that his one legged rival had taken mercy on him and just left him at the abandoned base.

"Okay, okay," Tuffnut said. "Last one."

Viggo's eyes narrowed.

"Let me guess, another pun?"

"Don't worry. It's good."

"I've found you and I have very different opinions of 'good'."

The twin put a hand over their heart.

"Viggo, you've been defeated so badly that you're no longer Viggo. You're..."

A dramatic pause.

"...Vig-NO!"

The two twins burst into laughter.

Snotlout stared at them in disbelief. Viggo remained completely motionless, staring into space like he was regretting his life decisions. Perhaps he should have thought this plan out more.

He wanted to choke everyone in the room, himself included. Finally he sighed, glancing at the twins with a glare so deadly his brother would flinch.

"If I approve, will you leave me alone?"

The twins immediately stopped laughing.

"...Yes."

They both said at once, so in-sync it startled Viggo for a moment. He sighed in defeat.

"Fine. I approve."

"YES!"

"We gotta go tell Hiccup!"

"Yeah, so he can die with the coolest last words ever!"

They ran off, celebrating as though they'd just won a battle.

Snotlout followed them, shaking his head. But before he left he stopped, looking over at Viggo.

"Is this a form of torture for you? I hope it is."

Viggo sat in his cell with legs crossed, looking like he was one wrong comment away from killing someone.

"Oh, have you no idea Snotlout."

Viggo had never been a huge believer, but he silently praid to Odin, asking for patience to finish this mission without any unneeded casualties. Hiccup would pay for this.

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