#tw:dismemberment

[ahkelmakz00]

C!Emi headcanon

TW:Dismemberment/Desmembramiento.

Cuando ella la enviaron para tratar de detener a C!Cap, estaría peleando contra él pero obviamente ganaría C!Cap, pero antes de que C!Cap terminara con C!Emi, decidió arrancarle dos de sus brazos pero también le causó una herida con la espalda, una herida muy grande que C!Emi no se daria cuenta de que le arrancaron dos de sus brazos pensando que solo fue una herida de la espada fue después de que C!Cap explotará por CLAVE que se daría cuenta porque C!Pollo le preguntó; "Emi... ¿no tenias seis brazos? Y ahí fue cuando C!Emi se dio cuenta porque le dolía demasiado, desde ahí odia aún más a C!Cap pero no lo dice como una razón ya que no quiere recordar ese momento desagradable de su vida.

[raventao]

Alright, so this is the AU mashup that I had tried to write, based off of a few of @evilwriter37 's AUs that I had read.

I'm not sure it'll be any good. I haven't had much time to write since I had my daughter 3 years ago. (I love her, but she is a walking tornado and requires 100% of my time and energy, so writing has been put on the back burner for now.) And it was written on Google Docs on my phone, so if something looks funky or anything, I'm sorry.

Also, I have never been any good at writing violence of any sort, so the fight scene towards the end was mostly written by my wonderful husband; @aviolentsailor, I just kinda cleaned it up.

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So basicslly this is a VigCup red string of fate soulmate AU + Met as kids same (ish) age AU (Viggo being 16 - 23 throughout the story and Hiccup being 13 - 20) + Dragon God Hiccup AU.

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For the longest time Hiccup is just regarded as having exceptional luck. Throughout all of the dragon raids on Berk, he has never once actually been attacked or even accidentally injured. Dragons tended to either ignore him or go out of their way to not hurt him.

At first, Stoick is just glad he's okay when he watches Hiccup casually walk through the burning village and panicking vikings, not even batting an eye, putting out fires when he was 5. By the time he's 10, Stoick is pretty sure Odin himself is protecting his boy, and he's not complaining, Thor knows he needs the help. May the Gods bless whatever poor soul is his son's soulmate too, or he's sure they'll die of heart failure watching him run around with inventions that explode and ignoring dragon attacks as they happen. Or he will if they’re anything like his boy.

By 11, Hiccup wanders around on his own a lot more than Stoick would like, but no matter how many guards he has tail his son, he always manages to lose them and come back late into the evening. Stoick gives up. His boy will obviously find a way to do what he pleases, he might as well accept it. As long as he doesn't see it, maybe he won't worry as much? Nope. Doesn't work. Even Valka is lost when it comes to how to protect their boy from himself.

What Stoick doesn't know is that Hiccup has been sneaking off the island for years with the help of his Nightfury, becoming one with the sky and helping any dragons in need, or accepting offerings made to him in the name of the Dragon God. He hadn't told anyone who he was, hadn't wanted to scare them, especially when Berk was very clearly anti dragon. He wanted to help, but if they were fighting the dragons, then they weren't fighting the other tribes in the archipelago. Dragons hurting his people, he could do something against. Humans, in his weakened mortal state, he could not.

When he was 13 he had been out flying in the early morning mists, having had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. That was when he saw it. A ship. The flag was a dragon run through with a sword; Hunters. It was being bombarded by a horde of angry dragons. Looking closer, it appeared that the whole crew had been taken out. Whether they were all dead or just unconscious Hiccup didn't know, but something told him to check it out. Landing; he easily dismisses the attacking dragons with a wave of his hand.

"Go find some sea dragons to tow the ship back to Berk, Toothless. Around the back of the island. I'll tend to the crew." He says as he sets to work checking the pulse and injuries of each person he could find on the ship. He didn’t know why he was helping them. Honestly, they deserved this for all the dragons they had hurt in the past. But, then again, this was soothing that pit in his stomach, so this must have been what he had been worried about. The question then became; why? As far as he could tell it was a fairly ordinary Hunter ship, if not just a little undermanned.

There seemed to have only been 20 men on the ship, 7 of them had not survived, and Hiccup for some reason hoped they hadn't suffered too much. He dragged the remaining 13 onto the upper deck and set to work bandaging them up with whatever supplies he could find. One member in particular that caught his attention was the youngest member of the crew; he looked to be only a few years older than himself. He seemed to only have superficial wounds, only a few cuts and bruises. Gothi would know more. Perhaps he should have paid more attention when his father had sent him to learn from their healer? He knew enough basic first aid to help himself, but did he know enough to actually help these men?

None of them woke up on the trip back, as quick as it was. He took the time to himself to check the rest of the ship over and make sure that there weren’t any dragons onboard the ship. Just because he was helping them survive, didn’t mean he would let them hurt his children. Once to shore Hiccup leaves Toothless to defend the ship from the shadows as he takes off running back to the village. His father would be mad that he had been so far away, but hopefully the ship of injured men would take precedence. His father might be wary of them at first, but he knew that he was a generally good man. He wouldn’t let them die. Right? Right.

"Dad, there's an emergency!" He calls as he dashes into the great hall, approaching Stoick's throne. He knew there were other people in line to talk to his father that he had just run past, but hopefully they’d understand? "I was out on the far side of the island-" He barely gets that much out before Stoick cuts him off.

"Again? Hiccup, you know I don't like you adventuring so far out there alone! There are wild dragons out there, and wolves! You could get hurt and I'd never know!" Stoick scolds. It takes a lot for Hiccup not to roll his eyes at his father’s worries. He should know by now that no dragons are going to attack him. And if anything else were to try, be it wolf, wild boar, malcontent sheep or angry yak, Toothless would defend him. He was perfectly safe. But, he supposed his dad didn’t really know about Toothless so … it was a moot point.

"I know, but that'll have to wait, a ship of injured men washed up on the beach. I tried to help, but they need more." Hiccup huffs, crossing his arms as Stoick finally lets him talk. At this his father stands quickly and gathers a few of the men that were nearby to come with him to investigate.

"How many?" he asks curtly.

"From what I could see, 13 injured, 7 dead. It looks like their ship was attacked by dragons. There are scorch marks everywhere." Hiccup answers, conveniently leaving out the part about them being dragon hunters and that the attack would have been justified. Stoick sends one man to get more help from the village and another to help Gothi be ready when they return with the men. Some even go down to the docks, grabbing a few fishing boats to tow the ship around to the pier to make the trip easier.

Hiccup leads the party to the ship, climbing up onto the deck with ease, carefully motioning Toothless to stay hidden while everyone else is busy with the survivors. He knew as much already, but this was a lot of people, so it was better to err on the side of caution. One of the men seemed to be waking as Stoick stepped on board with a heavy thud and Hiccup was at his side in an instant. He really didn’t want this to turn into a fight and he was sure he was the least threatening person on the ship at the moment. A quiet “Take it easy.” being whispered under his breath to the newly conscious man.

"Ugh, what happened?" He mutters, voice laiden with a strange accent Hiccup had never heard. He opens his eyes slowly, though as soon as he sees Stoick and his men on his ship he reaches for his sword and pulls Hiccup to his chest, holding a blade to his throat. Hiccup wasn't fazed, he’d been threatened before, though Toothless had almost revealed himself if Hiccup hadn't caught it and ordered him to stay away with a pointed look in his direction. "Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?" he asks in panicked anger. Stoick tries to step closer, but the man presses the sword closer to Hiccup’s throat in turn. "Come any closer and the lad gets it." This was ridiculous. They didn’t have time to play paranoid, even if it was a perfectly natural reaction.

"Your ship washed up on our shores, you all looked injured from a dragon attack, so I brought help." Hiccup says easily. "You sustained losses, but most of the crew seems like they'll live, I'm not a healer so I can't say for sure though." That seems to get his attention and the man's grip loosens just enough for Hiccup to push the sword away and step back. It’s obvious he isn’t focusing on them anymore

"Viggo, where is my brother? Is he okay?" The man asks upon hearing and letting the fact that men had died in the attack sink in. Ignoring the pain from his own injuries he was surely feeling, the man got up and started looking around frantically at all the bodies of men on the deck.

"We'll find him, but you shouldn't be moving around." Stoick says, trying to push Hiccup away as soon as he's free. He simply side stepped his father's hand and moved to the other side of the stranger. He didn't hold the hostage situation against the man, he was scared and disoriented in a strange place he didn't know, and worried about his brother. Hiccup helps him sit back down, though it had been a struggle.

"What does he look like?" Stoick asks as the boats he'd sent around arrive and the other men set to work securing the tow lines so they can get the men to Gothi.

"He's the youngest member of the crew, 16, grey tunic, black hair, scar on his neck." The man describes shakily, taking deep breaths. “This wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous voyage, Grandfather will kill me if something’s happened to him.”

"Oh, he's fine.” Hiccup answers quickly, remembering the young man easily. “Pretty sure he just hit his head. I didn't see any blood on him when I was bandaging everyone up." Hiccup smiles, kicking his legs as he jumps up to sit on the ship's railing. "What's your name?" he asks, trying to get the man to calm down at least a little, focusing on other things would help, he hoped. Quietly, he directs Spitelout to where Viggo had been laid so he could bring him over to his brother.

"Ryker." Was all he got as the others set to work checking on the members of the crew. Viggo was brought forward to Ryker, who still inspected the boy himself. Hiccup didn’t mind, someone who knew him better might catch something he’d missed.

“What were you doing out there? I didn’t think Dragon Hunters came this far south.” Stoick asks once Ryker has calmed down enough to talk.

“We were out looking for his soulmate.” Ryker answers, nodding down to Viggo’s sleeping form. “It’s a tradition in our village that if your soulmate isn’t from the village that you go out to look for them. Viggo just turned 16 last month and planned out the expedition himself. We didn’t realize that his string led so far away though, or into such dangerous waters. We might just have to turn around and go back if it leads farther out still. It’s getting too dangerous for us to be out here.” he explains. Things went well after that. The news that they hadn’t been out hunting was a relief to Hiccup. Plus it turned out that the crew that had survived would be fine due to his quick action, Gothi even gave him a proud pat on the shoulder when she arrived on scene with Gobber and a whole lot of baskets of medicine and bandages.

The ship had been totaled, and their supplies were ransacked by the dragons, so the hunters would have to stay on Berk until it was fixed. Longer if they hadn't healed before that since several men had sustained serious injuries. Hiccup spent a lot of time in the great hall while the outsiders were recovering, watching them from the rafters and just observing them. Ryker had apparently been the captain, and from the bits and pieces he could catch, this had been the first time Viggo had been allowed to venture out past the main hunting grounds around their Village. There had been some sort of whisperings about the future chief being in danger too, but he couldn't quite discern who that was just yet. It had surprised him the first time Viggo had instantly spotted him up in the ceiling, but he supposed that maybe Viggo was just really perceptive? He hadn't stayed longer to find out. They were hunters. They killed his dragons for sport or for profit. He didn't need to hear any more talk about it. He had saved their lives on a whim, but that didn't mean he had to like them.

Stoick did though. His father was trying to negotiate some sort of treaty with the hunters, trying to find a way to protect his people from the dragon attacks that had begun growing in frequency. Hiccup disapproved, but he wasn't chief yet, so he couldn't say anything against a decision Stoick the Vast had already made. He thought he had been doing just fine protecting the village. Their losses in food had been manageable, and the last time anyone had died in an attack had been years ago. But apparently that wasn't good enough for his father. He left before things could be settled. He didn't want to hear how the hunters planned to trap and kill his dragons. And he especially didn't want to hear how Berk was going to help them.

He wanted to fly away on Toothless, clear his head and just enjoy his friend's company. He must have been more distracted by the conversation between Stoick and Ryker than he thought when Viggo managed to actually surprise him, pushing him out of the way and to the ground with a frantic call of his name just as Toothless emerged from the bushes at his bird call, ready to pounce and smother him in hello kisses. Viggo's sword was drawn and Hiccup felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest as he pushed himself to his feet to get between them.

"NO! Don't hurt him!" Hiccup shouts, throwing himself over Toothless' head to protect him.

"It's a dragon! A Nightfury! They're dangerous, Hiccup, get out of the way!" Viggo all but demands, and he has to wonder when exactly they became so familiar that Viggo thought he could order him around.

"Does he look like he's going to hurt me?" Hiccup glares as he straightens out a little, stepping back only just slightly, his hand still on his dragon's head. Toothless gives his hand a concerned nuzzle before curling his body behind him defensively, his tail raised in the air, ready to swoop Hiccup onto his back at the first sign of trouble. Viggo surveys them critically, obviously skeptical. It's fine. He understands.

"How are you controlling him like that?" Viggo asks, mystified, only dropping his sword a little. It’s pointed to the ground now, but he hasn’t put it back in its sheath, ready to come back up at a moment's notice. He doesn’t trust what he’s seeing, even if Hiccup does seem to believe what he’s saying. It’s still a wild dragon, no matter how you look at it.

"I'm not controlling him, we're friends." Hiccup answers with a roll of his eyes. "Put the sword away, he won't hurt you unless you hurt me." Viggo still doesn't believe him, but begrudgingly does as he's asked. He can tell that Hiccup does know this dragon better than he does, and that doesn't sit well with him. He thought this village was afraid of dragons, and yet, here was the chief's son running around playing with them? Was he the reason for all their attacks? Was his soulmate insane? As he watches the small viking boy climb up onto the Nightfury's back he concluded, yes. His bonded pair was, in fact, insane.

"It's a wild beast, it can't be your friend. It doesn’t understand what friendship even is. Now get off it before it decides to eat you as a snack." Viggo orders. Crazy or not, this boy was his, and he'd be damned if he stood by and watched him get killed. Hiccup just gives him a confused look before laughing at his order. Well, this wasn’t what he was used to. Back home everyone listened to his commands, sure, this wasn’t his home, but this still seemed like a reasonable order to his ears, and he was the elder of the two of them, he should be listened to for that alone!

"Toothless would never hurt me, let alone try to eat me." He declares jovially as he pats the side of the dragon's head and leans in to whisper something in its ear, still smiling wide. Before he can react, the dragon is running at him, he wants to bring his sword back up to defend himself, but he doesn't get the chance before he feels a scrawny hand on his arm and more strength than he was expecting as he's pulled onto the Nightfury's back behind Hiccup. The dragon warbles in a way that sounds disturbingly like a laugh and Hiccup himself does the same. "You'll want to hang on." He says. It's all the warning Viggo gets before the dragon takes to the sky, his sword forgotten, falling back to the ground as his arms wrap around Hiccup's small waist tightly. Was this boy actually eating anything? He felt like skin and bones. He’s liable to just fly away in this wind if he were to fall off this ridiculous flying lizard.

Viggo has never flown before, sailing, sure, but this was actually flying, not climbing all the way up to the top of the mast and hanging off the edge of the crowsnest to feel the wind in your face and see the horizon as you sail towards it. He had never even dreamed he would see a view as breathtaking as this. He was in the clouds for Thor's sake! The air was frigid and the wind felt sharper, but also, really good? He relaxed just a little as they leveled out. "So that's how you found us." He says reverently, taking in how far into the distance he can see from this height. "I knew we couldn't have drifted this far south in such a short amount of time." You could see miles out over the water, it wouldn't have been hard if Hiccup had been out here that morning to have spotted them. Hiccup stiffens a little in his hold but does give a small nod. "Did you tow us back with this dragon too?" Viggo asks. Maybe his soulmate is less crazy than he thought. Obviously he was still crazy enough to ride a dragon, but they did seem to have some sort of bond. That much was abundantly clear.

“No, I didn’t tow you back with Toothless, but I did have a few other dragons do it.” He answers. "I didn't have to save you though. Once I saw your flag I could have just left you there." Hiccup says, though, Viggo can tell he doesn't mean what he's saying. This boy is too kind to have left them there, floating and vulnerable to further attack. He’ll have to circle back to the other dragons bit later. For now, he had a hunch to follow up on.

"No, you didn't." Viggo agrees. "But, you did. You felt ... compelled to, didn't you?" The older teen asks carefully, a smirk worming its way onto his lips as Hiccup gives a hesitant nod. He obviously doesn’t know where this is going. He can't stop smiling, he really wants to tell him, so he holds up his left hand in front of the two of them. “Do you want to know my theory as to why?” Viggo asks, continuing before Hiccup can answer. "It’s because we're soulmates. The string you can't even see yet, told you to help us." Hiccup hadn't even considered that he might have a soulmate while he was in human form. And a dragon hunter to boot? Freyja had a sense of humor it seemed. He shakes his head.

"No. I saved you because human life is still sacred, even if you are murderers. You’re not my soulmate."

"We hunt dragons, not people." Viggo frowns. “But fine, don’t believe it, you’ll know the truth when you can see the string too.”

"Dragons are my people, so in my book, it’s still murder." Is all Hiccup says as he lands Toothless once more in the clearing where they had taken off from. Viggo gets off and looks around to pick his sword back up. He doesn’t need to look to know that Hiccup has taken back off, evidently done with the conversation. Viggo knows that if he says anything, the town would just think he was insane. No one would believe Hiccup had a pet dragon when the village was constantly being raided by them. Plus, then he would have to deal with the betrayal in the young man’s eyes every time he looked at him. He had just shared something amazing with him, it would be rude to out him like that. Even if it were for his own good. No, his secret was safe for now.

When Stoick and Ryker had learned that Hiccup and Viggo were soulmates, talk of the treaty became much easier. The question wasn’t what did the Hunters get out of the arrangement, but instead if they should send Hiccup back with Ryker and Viggo, or did Viggo stay on Berk. Hiccup didn't come home that night, he still didn’t, couldn’t believe that he had a soulmate, or that said soulmate would so readily hurt his children. He instead found comfort with his dragons in a nest of his own making on a small island past the tallest sea stacks south of Berk’s shores, somewhere he knew neither his father nor anyone else would find him. The God of Dragons, born mortal or not, and a Dragon Hunter? If not so absolutely repugnant, it would be laughable. Except that maybe Viggo was just a little nice to look at? And possibly, his voice was pleasant to hear as well. And okay, his mechanical knowledge when he'd popped into the forge one day was actually pretty impressive. No. No, he couldn't be falling for this human. Be it platonically or romantically. He was not going to let this man who would grow up to hunt his beautiful dragons, who probably already had judging from a few of those scars that littered his body, take up residence in his heart. Toothless snuggled in closer to his friend, purring quietly to help him relax and forget about his plight.

It wasn't the first time Hiccup had stayed out all night, likely wouldn't be the last either, but it was the first that it wasn't due to a fight between Hiccup and himself, and that was what worried Stoick. Perhaps he was worried about what having a soulmate from so far away would mean for him? Viggo had said that he'd told Hiccup about the string. Or maybe it had to do with the young man's occupation? Stoick knew his son liked dragons, more than he really should, given how the dragons regarded Berk. He always voiced his displeasure when any were killed during the raids, Valka smiling and backing him up, ever supportive of their son's whims. His family was going to be the death of him one of these days. He had tried asking Viggo to follow his string to find Hiccup, but he just said he couldn't. It sounded more like wouldn't to Stoick's ears. He knew from experience though that panicking and looking for Hiccup all night wasn’t going to work. If Hiccup didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be.

Viggo is the one to find him when he finally does return the next day around mid day, back in the same clearing as the day before. He's grilling some fish and sharing it with several small terrible terrors, curled comfortably into his precious Nightfury's side. Viggo still hasn’t fully decided if this boy is crazy or extremely brave, but either way, he belongs with him.

"How do you keep finding me?" Hiccup asks, not even turning to acknowledge that he knew Viggo was there.

"The string." Is all Viggo says as he shrugs and walks out of the shadows and over to the other side of the fire. Hiccup didn’t have to believe him that it was there, even though it was, so there was really no reason to start a fight over it. He would find out when he was old enough to see the string himself on his 16th birthday. "Why do I always find you with dragons?" He counters once he's comfortable. "Aren't they dangerous beasts that plague your village?" he asks, quoting Stoick’s own words to him.

"They have to." Hiccup answers with a frown, reaching out to pet one of the small dragons running around him. He looks distressed. "They wouldn't do it if their queen didn't demand so many offerings." That was interesting. How had Hiccup learned that?

"Kill the queen then?" It seemed simple to Viggo though. If he knew what the problem was, why not fix it?

"Because then Berk would be at war with the other tribes in the archipelago. I can handle the dragons, keep things to minimum bloodshed on both sides. I can't help with a war fought against men." Hiccup doesn't know why he's opening up to this hunter, just knows he's easy to talk to. He doesn't like this supposed string. As much as he didn’t want to believe in it, it was the only reason he could think of why things between them were shifting. Viggo stays silent, even after Hiccup offers him a fish, only nodding his thanks.

That admission was a bit strange, and more than a little confusing. How was he even supposed to respond to that? "Your father was worried when you didn't come home last night." He finally says after the fire has died down to embers. He observes as Hiccup only seems to nod.

"He always is. I was fine."

"Where were you? I tried following the string but it led off the island."

Hiccup smiles and scratches Toothless' chin. "With them." Viggo decides then and there to stay on Berk. He needed to protect this boy; if not from outside threats, than from himself.

By the time Hiccup is 16 and can see the string for himself he has come to at least enjoy Viggo's company when he isn't talking about hunting. And Viggo seems eager enough to avoid the subject for his sake, so it works out. He stares at the string often, wondering how such a small thing had such great sway over him. It isn't until he’s forced to take action against the Red Death, to defend Toothless from his father and his village, that he even considers telling Viggo the truth; that he was a God in human flesh. That even though he was in a weakened state due to how much of his power this body could handle flowing through it, that he still held sway over them. Could communicate with them and feel their distress. In the end, he still doesn't tell him.

He had had to save his life, again. This time from a raging titan wing Monstrous Nightmare that had seen the weapons trained on them as Stoick's ships approached the nest and had tried to kill the closest man to it. He had had to exert his own will onto the poor thing to get it to calm down. He tried petting its nose to ease its distress once it had come back to its senses. The waring emotions of fear of both man and its queen's wrath, anger that its nest was being attacked, and hurt in general for oh so many reasons in its eyes broke Hiccup's heart. That was when Viggo suspected that there was more to Hiccup than just scientific curiosity at finding ways to placate the dragons to stop their attacks and animal handling affection. But Hiccup is gone before he can get an answer, just a quiet; "Try not to get killed while I'm gone." Leaving his lips as Toothless and he fly straight for the giant dragon breathing down pillars of fire onto Stoick’s men and his fellow Berkians and the Hunters that had come to aid them.

Hiccup manages to win, though no one is quite sure how, but the look in Hiccup's eye as Viggo approaches is akin to a monumental loss. It doesn’t feel like a victory when he sees him standing there, his hand on the dragon's maw, crying, muttering old words he can't understand, but somehow, knows are an apology. Viggo pulls his soulmate into his chest and holds him tight. He doesn't know why this has his Hiccup so distraught, but he will console him nonetheless. He doesn't like seeing his destined other half so upset.

It doesn't come up again until four years later, when they are 20 and 23 respectively, with the incident with Drago. He has never seen Hiccup so angry as he is when he hears what the self proclaimed Dragon Master is doing. He almost thinks that he'll fly out on Toothless and go on some sort of crusade. He would help him if the young man ever bothered to ask.

Hiccup tries so hard to talk sense into Drago, tries to show him that he doesn't need to dominate and degrade the dragons. That they could be his friends. It doesn't work, and so he's left with no other choice. It was too close for comfort, Drago having the Alpha Bewilderbeast command Toothless to attack him. His dragon would never do such a thing, and he hated having to fight for his dragon’s mind to be his own once more. That was the moment he knew he needed to face this like a God, and not a human.

Viggo saw the change when Hiccup returned to Berk. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, shoulders squared back as he rides with purpose back home. He didn't know what the young man intended to do, but he clearly had a plan. He trusted his soulmate with his whole being. Dominating the Bewilderbeast with Toothless was not exactly what he was expecting. Though after so long of knowing Hiccup, perhaps it should have been. Hiccup had his hand on Toothless' back the whole time. It was clear that they were a team, and they were planning to win, no matter what. With the Bewilderbeast out of the way all that was left to deal with, was Drago himself, screaming at his beast as Hiccup walked up to him, face to face.

"You don't deserve to wear these scales, you never did." He says curtly, though he is too far away for anyone other than Viggo to hear him as he pulls the Nightfury pelt off of Drago's shoulders, forcing the man to kneel in front of him with a single hand on his right shoulder. No one knows where he acquired the strength, but it could very well just be that Drago is in shock at losing when victory seemed such a sure thing.

"You go around, touting that you are the master of dragons but you are nothing more than a bully who wears my children's skin as a trophy. You are master of nothing, and I will show you how little you truly know of my children. Your fate shall be theirs to decide." He says just before every dragon aside from Toothless, both in the air and on the ground charge the man. The bewilderbeast's ice that had littered the cliff edge shattering with a small flick of his wrist that had he not been watching, Viggo was sure he would have missed.

Hiccup steps back as his children flock Drago; a snafflefang rips his metal arm off and throws it off over the cliff into the crashing waves of the ocean down below. While recovering from the force of having his arm none-so-gently ripped out of his latch Drago brings his right hand up to hold the now exposed stump of his shoulder, glaring heatedly at Hiccup. It’s short lived though, a Zippleback coming up and grabbing him by the legs, both heads fighting over him, pulling them in opposite directions and sinking their teeth into his flesh for better grip, shaking vigorously. Two Terrible Terrors jump up to chomp on his hand as it dangles in front of their faces. The combined force of the Zipplebacks shaking him and the jaw strength of the Terrible Terrors results in both small dragons falling back to the ground and spitting out two severed fingers before going back in for another bite. The Zippleback seems to lose interest in Drago when one leg ends up coming off with a particularly harsh tug of war.

Viggo isn’t sure if Drago has actually stopped screaming anymore if he’s just gone deaf to the sounds with the sheer terror of what he’s witnessing. Hiccup is just standing there watching as each dragon goes in to rip off pieces of their enemy. There is flesh littering the ground everywhere he looks, blood is oozing from every injury and painting the man red from the bottom up. A Monstrous Nightmare reaches over the rabble with its long neck and takes Drago’s body, flying high into the air, shaking him wildly before dropping him back to the ground amongst the other dragons. If he hadn’t been dead yet, he was now. Viggo can clearly see Drago’s skull shattered, face caved in and nearly unrecognizable from between the mess of dragon feet. By the time the dragons are all done ripping him apart, there are pieces of the man scattered all over the cliff and town. Bones poking out of piles of flesh and skin hanging off buildings. The smell alone is enough to turn stomachs. His eyes have both been pecked from their sockets and the whole left side of his face has been shattered, the back of his skull caved in and leaking blood and brains.

It’s then that Viggo realizes that none of the dragons had actually eaten any of the man, every part that was missing could be found somewhere in the vicinity recognizable or not in its current state. No one says anything as Hiccup and Toothless walk away stone faced from the murder scene. Everyone else is confused and horrified that the dragons they had been defending the last few years could do such a thing. None of them had acted this way since before Hiccup had helped the village train them. Viggo had so many questions, first and foremost, if Hiccup was actually alright. For now though, he would give his partner space and help clean up. He knew that after something like this that Hiccup would need time to himself to calm down. It had been the same after he had been forced to kill the Red Death, the normally talkative young man not saying a word for almost three whole days after. He didn’t have three days this time. He needed to know what was going on, and he needed to make sure that Hiccup didn’t run off with Toothless into the night before he had a chance to speak with him.

"Hiccup, we need to talk." He says, hours later after the village is put mostly back together. He had followed his string all the way back to the clearing, though if he were being honest, he was sure he'd have found him here even if they hadn't had the string connecting them. Hiccup barely moves, his hand heavy on Toothless' neck. He doesn't answer, just stares ahead at the trees along the rim of the basin. "Hiccup." Viggo tries again, this time placing a hand on his shoulder, and sitting down next to him. "My dear, what happened back there? You weren't acting like yourself." His voice is soft, so as not to spook him. He doesn’t want Hiccup thinking he’s in trouble. He’s not. Viggo just wants to understand.

"I was. I just hadn't been that version of myself in quite some time. Even before this incarnation, it had been a great many years since I was angry enough to kill a man so brutally." Hiccup finally says quietly, taking a shaky breath. "He used Toothless against me. He used my dragons against my family, my village, against you; my soulmate. His crimes were beyond mortal forgiveness. He needed divine recompense."

Viggo didn't know what he meant, but he sensed no lies in Hiccup's words. "And you could do that? Channel divinity and dictate his punishment? Dismembered and butchered by the very dragons he'd dominated?"

"I haven't needed to use that much of my power since before I chose to live among my children. I think it was too much." He admits, finally turning to look at Viggo, blood dripping from his eyes, down his cheeks like tears. He looks scared, and Viggo is too. Everything makes so much more sense now when he lets Hiccup’s words sink in, but he doesn't have time to focus on any of that. His soulmate is falling apart. He needs help. He tries to reach out and wipe away the blood trails, but it keeps falling, no matter what he does.

"What can I do?" Viggo asks, clasping Hiccup's hands in his own, his own hands are still bloody and dirty, but that's not important right now.

"This body is failing Viggo. It was never made to handle more than a small fraction of my divinity at a time." He says softly, pulling one hand back to cup his beloved's cheek. "You surprised me, I didn't think Gods could have soulmates, especially ones who had hunted my children, but I'm still glad, here at the end, that you and I were fated to be."

"No. No, this isn't the end, we'll go get Gothi, you'll be okay!" He says frantically, getting to his feet and scooping Hiccup into his arms. "We can hop on Toothless and I could have us back to my village in a week's time. We can get you help!" Hiccup gives him a sullen look, but nods anyway. He'll let his human try to save him. He can feel in his bones that this body will give out by the end of the week, but if it would make Viggo feel better to take him to healers, he would go. Truth be told he didn't want to leave either. There was so much left he wanted to do, to experience. So many sunrises and sunsets to watch quietly with Viggo at his side. He would have to make the most of the last few he would get.

[stationk17]

Redraw of something I did back in december 2020

[the-x-demons-art-blog]

Everytime I post it’ be on Mobile qwq. Anyways, Gore Warning. So yeah qwq take it away Calix.

Calix: So I was just there in the gallows minding me own business until Pham came in all tired as if he ran, seemingly he was covered in blood and of course smells like blood mixed with waffles. I asked him, “Pham, what happened there”? He told me that He was assigned on killing someone and then I asked him why he has blood covered. He told of me of course he killed someone and then I asked him this. “Why is there blood in your mouth”. He told me that he can’t dispose the body anywhere so he ate it. He said it tasted extremely good and would try to eat human meat like that. I was shocked like a Cinnamon Roll like Pham eat a human being and feel good about it...

[pasteltraitor]

When your family is to loud and you wish you could just stop hearing them fight all the time

Its been a long time since I've drawn with my markers so I'm a bit out of practice

[katanamasako]

Finished the next reference for kat, markings scars and wounds. it’s pretty fecking graphic so i’m placing it under the read more with a hefty trigger warning for gore. she’s missing a leg and her skull is exposed where her eye is missing.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Gore, Missing Limbs, Binding Wounds, Dismemberment (if there’s something else i need to warn against lemme know)

the golden lies are scarifications, purposely made cuts that later scarred over into permanent design, including the constellation patterns on her wings.

[silveredruby-a]

🗝

Send 🗝 to force my muse to talk about a topic they never want to speak of

“I know what came over me when I cut off Tyrian’s tail. It was a fury... an unbridled one after what happened to Uncle Qrow. I kept some of who I was intact though and... if I hadn’t it might have been... I have nightmares about it all the time. Just that same place in Kuroyuri... everything goes a little dull and somehow it’s a different part gone but Crescent Rose is all the bloodier. Sometimes it’s Tyrian’s head and... you know... sometimes I think it would have been better if I had just taken it off then and there. Just give up a little bit of my humanity and maybe all those other people would still be alive. I wouldn’t be the same. I couldn’t consciously kill like that -I would in self defense and it was- but how I felt was different... it wasn’t me- didn’t feel like me... but I guess we all have to make sacrifices... right?”

[nasunoyasu]

Here’s what I have for Yasu’s moveset so far. There aren’t many moves yet, but I’m sure I’ll add more in the future :^)

of course, TW for blood, gore, dismemberment...

Leverage Yasu slams knives into opponent's shoulders, flips over them and slams them into the ground (Enhanced: flips again and slams heels into stomach)

X-RAY

The Process (air) Yasu jumps, slams his feet down on back of opponent's head (1) to smash face into ground (2), flicks them back up with toe and stabs/slices a few times over the chest (3, 4), punches the face (5) before crouching and jamming his heel up into the chest (6), causing the xiphoid process to break off (7) and fly out through a lung and out the back (8)

FATALITIES

Pinned Ya (mid) Uses knives to pin opponent's arms to wall, yanks their bottom half off (uses foot perhaps to keep top half up), pulls knives + top half off wall, kicks head off, drops body and starts walking away...throws knife just as head comes down to pin that to the wall thru the mouth Bambi (far) With a running start, Yasu jams knives (very far) into opponent's chest, headbutts them, and throws them over his head to slam into the ground before using the handles to rip open the chest & the oopponent in half. Order This (close) Slashes five times across opponent, and punches each section at random so that they wind up on the ground laid out "neatly" but in the wrong formation...

BRUTALITIES

Don't Touch My Hair Done when performing a throw escape/breaker: Punches square in the face before slashing both knives across their chest in an X fashion. Blood everywhere, naturally.

[asagamifujiino]

@fakepriest​

((Sorry Anna but I'm motivated to make this.))

"... I knew I should have killed you the minute you walked in the command room."

Fujino stood in the middle of the west hall with several Chaldea staff behind her. Her left arm had been torn off by the Oprichinki and her right eye was badly damaged. It was taking all her effort to maintain her mystic eye channels before she lost her sight totally.

"Sensei told me all about the Fourth Grail War. What you did. Even if it was another timeline, I should have killed you the minute you said your name, consequences be damned.”

She knew she could never have trusted the name

Kirei Kotomine.

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

"Apparently ." Fiona said with a slight frown as she looked at the dead man and back to Roadkill.

"What exactly is your plan for getting rid of him?" Fiona took out her machete. Assuming he was going to dismember him she grabbed his leg and starting on seperating it from the body.

"Burn or dumpster?" She asked finding this quite amusing.

"I usually just leave my kills where they die, but I suppose playing with your kill could be fun."

“ i mean, he seemed like a completely normal individual.”

the shining ask prompts

                         “ Trust me, that man ain’t right in the head. Or well, he wasn’t. ”

   Neither was Roadkill, though that didn’t matter to him. He could excuse his own actions while condemning ones done by those he disliked. While it was an unfair place of judgement he didn’t bother concerning himself over it. The ever present opinion of his superiority was too strong for Roadkill to think logically. 

   Taking out the machete fastened to his belt he crouched down to the freshly dead man’s level, head turning back to face Fiona for a moment. “ You gonna help get rid of him or are you just gonna watch? ” Either way Roadkill didn’t care, if anything he preferred the latter. Opting to work alone had been a recurrent pattern with him, he rarely would let others in on his work unless absolutely needed.

[ze-maki-nin]

Tw:dismemberment leeches are still used in hospitals for modern cases of things being cut of I.E fingers

Wha-

Thats so cool!!

Creepy But cool!!

[diaarchive]

“i-i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”

hurt meme.

Diablos had heard someone call for help, and it was more out of curiosity that he followed the trail of aether that tended to seep from those in danger or dying. And given the sheer amount of it that he found, it was a veritable massacre. People in varying states of death or rapidly approaching it, though there was one person in the mix that caught his eye. That little Au Ra woman that he was fairly convinced was living a light of delusion. But if the growing number of bodies was anything to go by, they were losing the fight against the creature they’d chosen as a target. He liked the Au Ra, so he would at least make sure she made it through.

A quick word to the soul collector that he always had following him when he wandered in the Twelveswood, and he disappeared to move her without a word. The second he was alone he let out a sharp whistle, drawing it’s attention. From the way it looked at him, it was slightly intelligent and turned away from him after a cursory glance. It was more than enough to piss him off, and a quick manipulation of his gifted power was enough to take off a finger.

And now he was a target.

           〝 Don’t you dumb beasts ever learn a lesson? Voidsent own this forest,                and I’d prefer you not trespass.〞

A bellowing roar followed it’s glare, and it tromped off after him. Within a quarter of a bell it was dead, it’s destruction falling under the category of ‘defending others’ and he reveled in every moment he got to dispose of it. He’d all but screamed who he was earlier, but in case someone hadn’t heard, he used a voidgate to arrive in the center of the clearing; a moment to scan the surroundings before pointing to Aleryth for his guardian to grab, not waiting for him to follow before turning and walking off to mortals trying to organize a counter attack.

The trip back was relatively quiet, save her complaining about being alright and able to walk on her own. He was ignoring her, too busy guiding his companion to the nearest settlement. He’d just have to drop her off and leave. Onlookers had seen him, heard him as well, so a quick get away was  He knew she was hurt, didn’t take much and given that he was blind and could tell, he wouldn’t be able to help her. So a chirurgeon would have to do. 

          〝 Just be quiet, you and you companions are causing enough trouble today. 〞

[lancey-hance]

I was slightly confused about what the prompt was originally but your writing was so go that I had to read it! This was so cute and if you plan to write more I would absolutely love it is you could tag me or something so I can read it!

Right Hand (Shance / Kurance) Bingo fill

My first fill on the SHANCE card and I’ve gone with Kuron / Lance. But the mental image at the end there wouldn’t leave me alone, and it made me giggle so… Yep this is what we’re doing. Of course, I added a buttload of angst >_>

This is unbeta’d, but I need to stop going picking over it. It’s good enough for tumblr XD I’ll refine it later for AO3.

(Meanwhile, I don’t know if I’ll actually keep with either of the lines that Handshake has, but the mental picture was too strong XD )

(Caution: 4308 words)

Lance groaned as he awoke, a dull pain pulsing over his head in time to his heartbeat. He scrunched his eyes shut and pressed a hand to his face, waiting for the pain to fade down to a muted ache before he dared open his eyes again. It took a moment for his vision to clear, but even then there wasn’t much to look at. He was lying on the floor in a dark room where a dim light blinked at regular intervals from somewhere in the middle of the room, allowing him to see a few architectural lines that told Lance he was still in the Castle of Lions. But he had no idea where exactly within the castle he was or how he’d gotten there. What was the last thing he remembered?

The memories came back in a confusing rush, falling into a jagged timeline –

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[academiaspy-blog]

✂

“I’m sorry,” Yugo whispered, tears dripping down his cheeks and landing in Dennis’ fiery red hair as he leaned down to press a tiny kiss to his forehead.  “I really am. I did’t mean to.  I didn’t realize the saw would make you bleed that much. I’ve never used it on an actual person before.” 

He sighed and held his arms tighter around his stiffening and unmoving form, looking forlorn and regretful. “I just thought... If you didn’t have any legs, you wouldn’t be able to leave me.  Silly, right? I didn’t know... I didn’t want it to be like this. I just wanted us to be together. I should have just trusted you instead.”

Yugo carefully laid him down, slipping his jacket under his head to make him comfortable.  “I’m sorry, Den.  I really did love you.  I wish it could have been different.” 

[awfulheart]

Dibbity-Don't Chiggity-Chase the Riggity-Rabbit.

Being Dolores Baker is a tiring affair, and it’s certainly dawned on her why she never married.  

'Wake up', breakfast for husband, make sure he didn't forget anything, breakfast for self, laundry, murder, housekeeping, getting dinner in the oven, make sure you didn't miss anything and finally, wifely duties.

"The worst thing though, is when he invites his parents over."  She confides to the man in the basement.  It’s been almost a month, and even though games like this are usually fun, he’s getting awful boring.  It’s as if dismemberment and torture does nothing to him.  "Always criticizing my cooking.  Probably because I keep feeding them people."  Shrugging, she rubs her arm.  Still sore.  "The worst part of being stuck in this body how weak it is.  You guys tire out so easy, you know that?"

Letting him keep his tongue is a necessary evil.  All he really says is “Go to Hell.” and it’s gotten old quick.  With no eyes and the rest of him caked in blood and other dried liquids, he’s an almost funny site to her.

"Look buddy, I’d love to go home, but no one is telling me where that chalice is.  I took out Father Macavoy,"  the man cringes, "mmhmm.  That was me.  I just want to know where that stupid thing is, and I’ll go.  Honest."  Crouching beside him, he flinches again.  He can’t see her anymore, but he knows.  "You tell me, I find it, I’ll break your neck nice and easy and you can go to Heaven or whatever it is your meant to do."

"I don’t know."  It comes out in short breaths.  "You have to talk to Peter.  The Priest boy.  He’s the one- he’s the one-"

With a huff, she’s up again, crossing the threshold of the basement back to the washing machine.  Bleach, rat poison, lots of traps, Mr. Baker’s rusty gardening shears - no, no, let’s keep it quiet.  ”You only get the nice treatment if I get the chalice.”

He’s silent for a while.  ”Peter knows.”  

"I can keep two of you down here.  People might miss him, but you know.  I thought that about you."  She gives a short laugh as the grandfather clock upstairs chimes.  "The in laws are coming Friday, and I need some meat for the casserole.  You better hope Peter talks, or I’m taking the other leg."

[illeity]

Dark!Illeity likes to take more candy from the bowl despite it clearly stating to take two pieces only? Have you ever considered introducing him to SCP-330?

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