#vigcupweek2023

Hiccup had never predicted this happening. Any of it. First, Viggo had actually surrendered to him. Second, they’d been hit by a snowstorm on the way back to Dragon’s Edge, and were now landing on an unknown island to take shelter.

The whole thing left Hiccup feeling rather suspicious. He’d gone out on patrol only to find a lone Hunter ship and Viggo aboard, ready to surrender. He knew it was a ploy, knew it was part of his game, but he’d feel better playing said game if he had his friends by his side. 

So, he’d accepted his surrender, bound his hands, and put him on Toothless’ back behind him. 

Now, they were still atop Toothless, though the dragon was trudging through snow. Hiccup had an arm over his face to keep out the driving wind.

“My dear, how are you going to see like that?” Viggo chimed in from behind.

“Don’t call me that,” Hiccup snapped. He made a growling noise at Viggo’s words. “And I don’t have to see. Toothless will find us shelter.”

“And how will he do that without your guidance?” He sounded more than annoyed. The two of them didn’t have any winter gear, so he was most definitely cold like Hiccup.

Hiccup didn’t feel like explaining. With his other hand, fingers icy, he patted Toothless on the neck, and Toothless opened his mouth and let out a whistling noise. With that, he changed direction, and the ground underneath them began to slope uphill. 

“Oh, I see,” Viggo said. “He’s like a bat.”

Hiccup said nothing, greatly annoyed by the man on his dragon’s back with him. 

Well, he was more annoyed with himself, if he was being honest. Why? 

Because he liked the man behind him on Toothless’ back. He liked him a little too much, and he was hoping that this surrender was real, that he could talk him into giving them peace. 

But what better way to make Viggo think he didn’t like him than being short with him? Hiccup couldn’t let him know! He couldn’t let anyone know! 

Hiccup couldn’t follow exactly where Toothless was going; there was too much snow. He was shivering, but trying his best to hide it. He didn’t want to seem weak in front of Viggo. Though, maybe he was shivering too. Maybe those were his hands trembling against his back. 

Finally, the snow stopped falling on them, because Toothless had led them into a cave. Teeth chattering, now unable to hide that he was shivering, Hiccup dismounted and shook snow out of his hair. Viggo just looked at him from Toothless’ back, wearing a scowl. 

“What?”

“Well, I can’t very well easily get off of Toothless with my hands tied, now can I?” Viggo asked.

Hiccup realized that was the first time Viggo had ever said Toothless’ name, and Toothless realized this too, because he looked back at him, ear twitching.

Huffing, Hiccup decided he would help. After all, he didn’t want Viggo falling face-first on the cavern floor. (Granted, had Snotlout been here, he knew that he would appreciate it.) 

Hiccup guided Viggo off of Toothless, wincing when his hands landed on his armor. The metal was ice to his touch. 

Then they just stood there, the storm whistling and howling outside.

“Okay, we need to get warm somehow,” Hiccup said. He looked at Toothless, and he could read it on his face that he wished that Meatlug was there. Hiccup did too. She’d be able to just leave some lava on the floor that they could gather around to keep warm.

But there was nothing, and Hiccup didn’t have wood for a fire. 

That meant only one thing: 

Sharing body heat. 

Toothless went to the back of the cave, laid down, and warbled to call Hiccup over. Hiccup did so, then sat curled up against Toothless. He wasn’t as warm as a human though, given that he was a cold-blooded dragon. Hiccup looked almost longingly at Viggo. 

“You… cuddle with it-him?” Viggo asked. Hiccup noticed how he changed his language to not call Toothless an “it.” He’d still slipped up, but he was clearly making an effort. 

“Yes?” Hiccup didn’t really know how to respond. It was normal to him to cuddle with Toothless, but he figured to a Dragon Hunter, it appeared extremely foreign. 

Viggo still just stood there, and Hiccup could make out the trembles in his body.

Hiccup cleared his throat, face heating. “W-we should… we should share body heat.”

Viggo nodded, came over, and sat beside Hiccup. 

The instant he touched him, Hiccup yelped.

“Ow! Take off your pauldrons! Why do you wear so many spikes?!”

Viggo held up his bound hands. “Do you want to take them off for me?” He simpered at him, his eyes big and almost coyly pleading. 

Growling behind clenched teeth, Hiccup shakily drew his knife and cut through Viggo’s bonds. Viggo rubbed his wrists after, but gave up, fingers probably too cold to work any feeling back into his wrists. 

Sheathing the knife, Hiccup cuddled closer to Toothless as Viggo began to take off his pauldrons. Or… he was trying to, but his fingers kept slipping.

Viggo cursed under his breath. Hiccup didn’t know what to do. Help him? Help the man he felt attraction to (but shouldn’t) undress? 

Finally, Hiccup couldn’t watch any longer. He found the clasp to the nearest pauldron and, together, he and Viggo were able to unbuckle it and pull it off. 

“Um… do you need more help, or…?”

“Assistance would be appreciated,” Viggo said so quietly he almost mumbled. Viggo Grimborn. Mumbling. 

This is officially the weirdest day of my life, Hiccup decided.

So, Hiccup leaned over Viggo, and together they managed to take off the left pauldron. That still left the belt though… And his breastplate.

“Fuck! It’s freezing!” Hiccup exclaimed, rubbing at his arms through his tunic, trying to not pay attention to Viggo unbuckling his belt.

“Then there is one conclusion we must come to,” Viggo said. He smirked at Hiccup, and Hiccup hated that he liked that smirk. 

“And that is?”

“Think for yourself, my dear.” 

Hiccup huffed. “I’m not undressing.” 

Viggo shrugged. “Then we’ll both freeze to death.” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Hiccup glanced at Toothless, looking for his opinion on this. Toothless just gave Viggo a nod, telling Hiccup he was right.

“Okay, okay!” Hiccup threw up his hands, and then, he too, began taking off his armor. The leather creaked from being frozen. 

It felt counterintuitive, undressing while freezing to death, but really, once the two were naked and… and cuddling, they’d be nice and warm.

“Hang on.” Once Hiccup had quickly yanked off his tunic, so fast that he wouldn’t be able to think about it, he pulled a quilt from Toothless’ saddlebag. Now they wouldn’t have to necessarily see each other’s naked… parts. 

Then, Hiccup was standing, turning his back to Viggo, and shucking off his clothes as quickly as possible. If he stopped to think, embarrassment (and cold), would freeze him solid.

Viggo was standing to the do the same, but he was taking more time with it than Hiccup had. He seemed assured in what he was doing, like this situation wasn’t awkward at all. 

Hiccup huddled against Toothless and pulled the quilt over himself. He couldn’t help daring a peek at Viggo from behind. He was able to keep his jaw from dropping at the man’s wonderful physique. Muscle outlined every part of him. 

To put it simply, Viggo was beautiful. 

Hiccup quickly turned his head away when Viggo turned and sat next to him. He surrendered one side of the quilt to Viggo.

At first they weren’t touching, and Hiccup didn’t know who was going to make the initial contact. They had to be touching to keep warm. They could die out here if they didn’t. 

But the thought of cuddling with Viggo was so strange that Hiccup didn't know if he could do it.

He didn't have to, apparently, because he felt Viggo shift and his arms wrap around him so that Hiccup's back was against his front. He felt like ice, at the moment, but Hiccup knew that in time the two of them would warm up.

Toothless curled tighter around them as Hiccup and Viggo shifted to lay down. Sitting wasn't very conducive to cuddling for warmth.

Hiccup gasped when Viggo's legs touched his, both from the iciness of his skin and the fact that it was Viggo touching him, their thighs pressed together. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he could slightly feel Viggo's cock, receded into himself as it was due to the cold.

"Is there a problem, my dear?" Viggo's voice was a purr in his ear.

"N-no," Hiccup stammered. "Not-not at all." He didn't want Viggo to know that he was making him heat in multiple ways.

"Sounds like there is."

"Would you... would you stop?"

"Stop what?"

Hiccup made an irritated growling sound in his throat. "You know what."

Toothless warbled, sounding amused of all things.

"Oh, stay out of it, bud."

"You understand him?" Viggo asked.

"I've been living with him for almost 4 years," Hiccup snapped, but then his voice softened with his next words. He realized he was being too snippy. "Of course I do."

"Fascinating." Viggo sounded genuine. "Absolutely fascinating."

Heat was beginning to come back into Hiccup's body, starting in the center. He could feel it beginning to emanate from Viggo as well. It was a comforting feeling in the bracing cold.

Hiccup found himself sinking into Viggo's arms with a sigh, and Viggo held him tighter. The wind howled and shrieked outside, but in the back of the cave, with each other, it felt like it couldn't touch them.

"You know, Hiccup, I think this is the first time I've seen you relax around me," Viggo noted.

Hiccup's attitude from earlier had faltered, and now, he felt like being sincere. There was something about the intimacy of the situation that was putting cracks in the wall he'd put up around his attraction for this man.

"You're a little tough to relax around."

Viggo sighed through his nose. "Well, we are enemies in a war, I suppose."

Hiccup tilted his head back to look at him. "Why did you surrender to me? What game is this?"

"No game," Viggo said.

Hiccup quirked an eyebrow.

"I... Well... It's not the game you think," Viggo admitted. "You think this move has to do with our war, when really, it's something much smaller."

"What is it then?"

Viggo laughed lightly, and the sound raised the hair on the back of Hiccup's neck. It was a rich, deep sound that Hiccup honestly wouldn't mind hearing more of.

"Seduction, my dear Hiccup."

"Of... me?" Hiccup's face flushed pink.

"Who else?"

Hiccup didn't know what to feel. The man he had a liking for had just admitted his attraction to him while he lay in his arms. The feelings were mutual.

But how could they act on them? They had such opposing ideals, and Viggo had done so many horrible things...

"Hiccup?"

"Hm?"

"You've been quiet for a while." Was that a note of nervousness in Viggo's voice?

"I'm... I'm thinking," Hiccup replied. "Just... wow."

"Wow? That's it?"

"Well, no." Hiccup was blushing even harder. He wasn't always good with words, and Viggo just made him worse with them. "I..." Hiccup faltered, unsure of how to continue.

"Face me," Viggo said. It wasn't an order, or a demand, but a request. His words weren't hard.

Hiccup, feeling brave, rolled over to do just that. His back complained about the cold of suddenly not having Viggo's heat against it. However, his front did need warming up too.

Hiccup could feel Toothless watching him curiously. He was the only one who knew how he really felt about Viggo.

Hiccup brought his head up to meet Viggo's gaze despite the fierce blush on his cheeks, and he found himself slipping his arms around his waist in a reciprocal embrace. Viggo was looking at him with raised eyebrows, patient.

"The feelings are mutual." Hiccup was so surprised the words came out, that they were audible. His mouth was dry from having spoken such a truth.

For a moment, Viggo didn't react, didn't say anything, and Hiccup began to wonder if he'd even spoken at all. But then, the chief of the Dragon Hunters was taking his jaw in one hand, leaning forward, and planting a kiss right on his mouth.

Hiccup didn't make any sound at this. He didn't pause, he didn't pull back. Instead, he kissed him back, Dragon Rider and Dragon Hunter locked together in intimacy and warmth.

The kiss was slow and wonderful. It filled Hiccup with a heat not unlike a blush. He supposed kissing someone one was attracted to was also a good way to warm up.

And then his mind jumped to other things.

But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Especially not while leaning against Toothless. He was surprised his best friend hadn't made a comment about this, but, then again, maybe he had, and Hiccup had been too distracted to hear it.

They pulled away together to catch their breaths, and Viggo rubbed a thumb over Hiccup's cheek. He smiled at him, and it was the most genuine, endearing smile Hiccup had ever seen on him.

"And that, my dear, is why I surrendered to you."

"What are your terms?" Hiccup asked softly. He was surprised that his voice was so calm. He just felt right, holding Viggo like this and being held in return. There was something about it that was like flying Toothless. It had all just clicked in that same way.

"Well, I have a few." Viggo's hand dropped from his face, began to wander down his body.

Hiccup laughed, tugging his hand away, and Toothless rumbled.

"Not in front of my dragon!"

Viggo chuckled, shook his head, and put his hand at Hiccup's waist. "Alright, alright. My apologies, dragon."

Hiccup blinked in shock. Had... had Viggo really just apologized to Toothless?

"Well, I'll have to learn how to get along with him, won't I?" Viggo asked in response to Hiccup's expression.

"I-I suppose so." Hiccup looked back towards the entrance of the cave. It was a complete white-out. He couldn't see beyond their shelter. "How long do you think the storm will last?"

Viggo shrugged. "For now, let's not worry about that."

"No?"

Viggo leaned his head close. "I was thinking we should just enjoy each other's company."

Hiccup tried to snuggle closer, if that was even possible. He put his hand to Viggo's jaw, feeling his beard against his palm.

"I think that's a good idea."