#viggo grimborn whump

[evilwriter37]

Fevers and Taunting

Augusnippets Day 21

Delirium/Hallucinations

Rated: teen

Warnings: implied/referenced character death

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Viggo lay in bed, eyes closed, a cold wet wash cloth over his forehead. The Dragon Riders were trying to bring his fever down. At least, he thought it was the Dragon Riders. That was who he’d been staying with when this illness had struck. 

It was rare that Viggo got sick. It had only happened a handful of times in his life. Worse than that, it was rare for him to get sick this badly. 

He wanted to sleep. He’d tried, but everything in his body hurt. 

“Well, don’t you look miserable.”

Viggo��s eyes popped open at the voice, a voice that he shouldn’t be hearing, that no one should be hearing.

Because Ryker Grimborn was dead. Viggo had made absolutely sure of that.

He lifted his head and searched the room. And, seeing nothing, he laid his head back down. 

“You deserve this, you know.”

Viggo groaned at the sound of Ryker’s voice. He didn’t understand. Why was he hearing this? He was too sick to respond though, too sick to cry out for help. 

But he didn’t really need help, did he? It wasn’t possible that Ryker was haunting him. Maybe it was the fever?

I’m going to die with my brother taunting me. 

Viggo rolled onto his side so that his left ear was facing up. He couldn’t hear well out of that one due to his burns. Maybe Ryker’s voice would be muffled.

“I hope you die like I did.”

“Sh-shut it, Ryker,” Viggo rasped. He held a hand to his burning forehead. The wash cloth had slipped off of it. He groaned again, keeping his eyes closed, hoping sleep would be his salvation from this.

[ask-viggo-and-dagur]

Viggo? Do you.. remember getting out of the volcano? And if so, how did you do that?

I do realize this might bw a sensitive topic so you don't have to answer that

I hardly remember it, honestly. There was a lot of stumbling, a lot of heat… I couldn’t see out of my left eye (and no longer can). I must have dragged myself out of there in the nick of time before it erupted. Getting off the Edge was a little more difficult, actually. Securing myself a boat was nearly impossible, and I lost consciousness from the pain almost as soon as it set sail. And sometimes I still wonder why I went to all that trouble…

[evilwriter37]

Amazing!!!

We should give him hypnagogic hallucinations as well! They can happen from insomnia and stress. I used to get them a lot. Basically, I could move my body and thought I was awake, but had very vivid visual and auditory hallucinations. They were always distressing too, and the only thing I could do to stop it was try to go back to sleep.

So yeah, we should give him that too. Lots of sleep disorders for this man.

Hmm Viggo suffering from chronic sleep paralysis and insomnia.

He struggles to fall asleep. Each night is a battle that usually ends with him staring at the wall or the ceiling. Trying to will his mind to shut off, just for once, so his body can get the rest it needs to recover from a stressful day.

And when he does finally manage to fall asleep, he 'wakes up' frozen. Paralyzed, only able to move his eyes. Forced to lay in absolute helplessness as his mind runs rampant. Conjuring hallucinations and images that make his heart race and a cold sweat break out across his skin. That have him sitting bolt upright, a scream caught in his throat when his body finally does decide to respond to his panicked thoughts.

Ans he can't go to anyone. Feels like he can't, at least. Healers are the only ones who know, and that's only so Viggo can get some herbs and mixtures to help him sleep. Which he hates. They make him drowsy and tired throughout the entire following day, but they're his only hope to get even a somewhat restful night's sleep. The only way he can get any rest without wanting to tear his hair out by the end of it.

[worldwhightnight]

Battle on the Shreds, every part.

[autumndragon]

summary: ryker has been tasked with bringing the boy to viggo's tent—a task that proves to be much more difficult than he thought.

this one is for @thedragon-and-hisboy @evilwriter37 and @eat-your-milk because i know you all love this as much as i do<3

for context: it's a canon divergent au where hiccup and toothless accidentally crash land on the isle of hunters after a storm during season 1 of race to the edge, so it's their first time running into viggo and ryker, and vice-versa!

enjoy<3

Getting the boy into Viggo's tent is an ordeal that tests Ryker's patience—and he barely has any to begin with.

The boy thrashes like a wild creature caught in a snare as they move down the stone path, all lean sinew and fiery fury, twisting in Ryker's grip so violently it's a wonder the hunter hasn't dropped him yet. His wrists are bound tightly in front of him with a piece of coarse rope, a strip of cloth tied between his teeth to keep him from sending another hunter to the healer for stitches.

Lars flits about beside them like a nervous sparrow, hands half-lifted to help, though Ryker pointedly ignores him, wrestling the feral thing in his arms without assistance.

The tent looms ahead, at the very end of the maddening spiral of the quarry that Ryker has never cursed more than today. The heavy flaps of canvas stir slightly in the sluggish morning breeze, and inside, the air is cooler, heavy with the scent of oil lamps and paper.

Viggo stands behind his desk, hands folded neatly behind his back, gaze already fixed on the boy as Ryker shoulders his way in.

The boy bucks again, teeth flashing behind the gag, boots dragging uselessly against the fine rugs that line the floor. Ryker mutters a low curse under his breath, shifting his grip on the boy and hoisting him fully off the ground so his feet cannot find purchase, one thick arm locked under the boy's bound arms, the other cinched tight around his middle.

Still, the boy fights, now free to kick without grounding—and he does, viciously, catching a low-standing cabinet near the entrance with a sharp blow of his metal prosthetic. The cabinet rattles violently under the assault, sending a carved model ship, a few wooden cups and a heavy brass compass that once belonged to Ryker's grandfather toppling and clattering noisily to the floor.

Ryker growls another curse, wrenching the boy's writhing form away from the wreckage, manhandling him forward toward the desk with grim determination.

"By the gods," Ryker mutters through gritted teeth, shifting the boy's weight with a grunt when its threatening to slip out, "how are you still fighting?!"

Behind the desk, Viggo watches the scene unfold with a calm, inscrutable expression, a single hand still held behind his back. The polished surface of his desk rocks violently when the boy slams his boot against it in passing, enough to shove it half an inch across the rug. An ornate pencil jar rattles precariously near the edge, then topples, scattering pencils like fallen arrows across the floor.

"Oh for Thor's sake—!" Ryker tightens his grip and hauls the boy back with a grunt, earning him a fresh flurry of muffled snarls and protests from his captive.

Viggo, unbothered, lifts a hand to catch the pencil jar before it can roll off the desk, calmly putting it back on its designated spot in the corner. For a moment, he regards the boy quietly���dirt-streaked, rope-burned, breathing hard through his nose, hair tangled wildly about his face, green eyes burning with a mixture of terror and fury.

The desperate thrash of someone convinced he must fight now or perish.

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

attempt + non-consensual

The hand on the small of his back was unnecessary, Hiccup felt. With his hands bound and crossbows every ten feet, that little bit of "encouragement" was overkill. He knew very well that escape was unlikely, and rescue was going to take some time.

That wasn't to say that he was defeated; far from it. His muscles were twanging with the anticipation of defending himself. Viggo, however, seemed quite at his ease, which only served to irritate Hiccup more.

Viggo shouldered open the door that led to the interior of his flagship. "I assure you, my dear, your dragon will be kept safe."

"Forgive me for saying I find that hard to believe," Hiccup replied sarcastically. He and Toothless had been shot down, and the other riders sent away under the threat of Hiccup's life.

"Well, a rare specimen like that is certainly going to fetch a fair price!" Viggo said with his smirk. That comment made Hiccup's temper flare. He jerked away from Viggo and used his bound hands like a club, going for the man's stomach. However, Viggo was too quick.

As if he'd been expecting the outburst, he sidestepped Hiccup's swing, grabbed him by the strap across his chest and a handful of sleeve, and slammed him into the opposite wall. Hiccup's head hit the paneling and he choked back a shout of pain; he'd already hit his head when he'd been shot down.

"You do not seem to understand the position you are in," Viggo said, almost conversationally. He was pressed very close to Hiccup, using his own weight to keep him from struggling. "I am going to sell your dragon at auction. I can do that with you as well."

He smirked at the horror that rose in Hiccup's eyes at that. He let go of his sleeve and ghosted a hand over his face instead. Hiccup tried to turn his head, but Viggo grabbed his chin.

"This is only the very least of what could happen if you were bought at auction," he said, his voice low and dangerous in an entirely new way. "A young, handsome man like you, Hiccup? A fine commodity, to be sure." He placed a thumb on Hiccup's lips and pressed.

Hiccup was very tempted to bite down, but he felt paralyzed. Viggo's body was flush with his, and he could feel every breath the man took. Not knowing what else to do, he allowed the thumb to enter his mouth.

Viggo smiled, and this smirk was also different than he was used to. It had much more behind it, and none of that was good. "Good boy," Viggo said quietly. "A buyer pays highly for obedience." He angled the thumb down to force Hiccup's mouth open. "How well has that girl Astrid taught you to use your mouth?"

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Imagine an AU (originally thought of a Modern AU, but canon Viking Era works just as well) in which Hiccup infiltrates the Dragon Hunters in the hopes of finding out more about this Viggo Grimborn that he keeps hearing about. He has no idea what he looks like and even a majority of the Hunters don't know.

So imagine Hiccup is approached by this like-minded Hunter, someone who's just as passionate about dragons and their rights and wants to help Hiccup take Viggo down. Hiccup and this Hunter grow really close, sneaking around, he may even be developing feelings for him.

Only for it to be revealed later that this Hunter was Viggo all along, he spotted Hiccup's true intentions from a mile away and used him to get information about himself and the Dragon Riders that he can now use against him.

[eat-your-milk]

"I know, I know. I need to get more rest... and, and it's not that I'm not trying! I just... every time I try...

The memories. They all just come rushing back. And...I can't breathe, or move.

Every time I close my eyes, they are there. Waiting for me in the dark. And they make sure I remember what I've done. How I failed.

And I can't sleep, bud, because I am the reason they are there. I am the reason they died... I-I killed them."

[evilwriter37]

Whump fic, whump fic, whump fic!!!

My headcanon is that vego didnt die but rather could be a prisoner of war as a traitor to the dragon hunters/flyers. My idea is that the skrill saved him (we do see the skrill again) but he didnt quite make it out due to injuries and well getting caught. johann would've kept him and helped him just enough to survive out of spite since yaknow years of sucking up to either sides and death is too good of an escape. Maybe one day hiccup finds him and is able to thank him for saving his life :3

I love the idea of this bc I love the idea of Hiccup getting some closure on the whole Viggo situation, and the idea of them maybe teaming up after Viggo escapes??? I love that. I could totally see Johann being petty enough to leave Viggo alive, he'd probably be able to escape after RTTE when Johann dies.

(So much potential for a fic where Viggo escapes and does his own thing until he and Hiccup kinda reunite in HTTYD 2 and Viggo maybe helps w Drago??)

[evilwriter37]

Losing two cats to leukemia gave me material for pure angst writing through what I call a "recovery-bait"

Picture this: Viggo is recovering at Dragon's Edge. He is understandably in a rough shape. Slowly, he starts getting better. He even gets up and walks even if he gets out of breath easily. And just when the Riders think he's only going to get better from that point

He collapses with little to no warning. Like, one moment he's standing and another he starts wheezing, clutching at his chest and loses consciousness soon after

I'm so sorry about your loss, anon. That's terrible. I understand how real life can inspire whump/angst though!

And omg, yep, that's kind of happened to me before, on many an occasion. I like that a lot! I can picture Hiccup demanding answers from Fishlegs, and that's what Viggo wakes up to.

[fictionalnormalcy]

Cages and Strangers Ch. 2

First Night Out

Fandoms: DreamWorks Dragons, Percy Jackson and the Olympians WC: 2,260 Relationships: Hiccup Haddock the Third/ Percy Jackson Additional Tags: strangers to lovers, post-midnight scrum, out of time au, angst, whump, tags due to change, canon steeroff, percy on the edge Summary: The Riders never considered they’d one day rescue a prisoner of Viggo, just around their age. Baffled at how little they knew of the Barbaric Archipelago, how home wasn’t in their recollection. But in reality, the former captive had a secret to keep. And it certainly wasn’t an easy thing to be pried from his lips.

@evilwriter37 @roseraintears @animallover81

[useless-moss]

Okay but like. Thought.

What if Ryker went back to the hole he'd left Viggo in at one point? After a few hours, after he'd cooled down and realized that (even if Viggo 1,000% deserved it) he might have gone a little hard on his younger brother.

And what if, when he finds Viggo gone with dragon tracks around, he panics. Thinks he got Viggo killed by leaving him beaten and bloodied and without a weapon. What if he thought dragons had found Viggo, attracted by ragged breathing and the scent of blood, and killed him or carried him off.

If their parents are still alive, other family still around whatsoever, how was Ryker going to tell them? He was the brute. The brawn that was supposed to keep an eye on his younger brother and help him with the business. Viggo ran the show, sure. He was the captain, made most if not all of the decisions. Was definitely strong and capable in his own way, but Ryker still probably felt some kind of compulsion to be Viggo's protector to a certain extent. And he'd completely failed that.

They might not have had the best relationship, but they were still brothers. The first ever scene we see of them is Viggo greeting Ryker with a smile and hugging him. And, yeah, there's a kinda condescending air about the exchange, but that's likely just how Viggo is. It's also likely it could've been an act he and Ryker put on in front of allies and enemies alike so that they could never become eachothers weaknesses. A way to protect eachother because, if a possible enemy like Drago thinks they don't care, it's less likely that one of their lives will be threatened as a way to try and manipulate the other.

I dunno. Just thinking. I like the way these two and their dynamic can work.

[evilwriter37]

THAT LAST SENTENCE

We see alot about Viggo branding Hiccup and ending his life as a free man.

But what if Hiccup won, what if Hiccup couldn't face killing Viggo and knew imprisonment wouldn't be enough?

What if Hiccup had to take Viggo?

[worldwhightnight]

Battle on Shreds between Dragon Riders and Flyers, part 1/5.

[autumndragon]

i'm 1092 words in on the "ryker drags hiccup to viggo's tent while hiccup goes feral" chapter and i'm soooo excitedddd. im almost sad that there's a bunch a chapters that precede it because im enjoying this so much!!

another snippet for my beloveds<3 @thedragon-and-hisboy @evilwriter37 @eat-your-milk @mr-business-whump

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Ryker wastes no time; he shoves the boy forward again, one large hand braced between his shoulder blades and the other gripping his arm like a vice. The chair screeches faintly against the floor as the boy's weight is forced into it, his limbs stiff with resentment but no longer resisting. Ryker keeps one hand on the boy's shoulder to keep him from springing back up, feeling every muscle drawn tight as a bowstring beneath his palm. But the boy stays put.

At last.

Across the desk, Viggo has returned to his seat as well, entirely unhurried, as though none of the scuffle had touched him at all. One leg crosses over the other, his fingers resting idly together, and he gazes at the boy with that same unreadable calm, only the faintest tilt of his head betraying interest—nothing more.

Ryker shoots him an annoyed look over the boy's tousled head. "Appreciate the help, brother," he says dryly. "Really carried the team on this one."

Viggo, the bastard, doesn't even blink. "I was quite certain you had it handled," he replies coolly, eyes still fixed on their captive. "And look—you did."

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

maaaaaay i humbly request "vault" with hiccup for the whump list? this is totally not connected to anything else, just a perfectly random ask with nothing behind it at all<3

nothing behind it at all, yup indeed!! definitely not a modern AU where viggo is a corporation boss/art collector and hiccup is an ecoterrorist trying to take him down, nothing like that of course!!

Just before Viggo shut the heavy steel door, he paused.

"If you are not aware, my dear, art vaults are usually kept at close to zero pressure to preserve the masterpieces." He gave Hiccup a smirk. Before Hiccup could process the fact, the door had slammed and the bolts slid into place.

A mechanical whining filled the cramped space. Air pumps! He was going to vacuum out all the air and let Hiccup die in here! Even though he knew it would only hasten his demise, Hiccup couldn't help panicking. His breath came fast in the increasingly thin air; the cords around his wrists were biting into his skin and they'd taken his prosthetic, so he couldn't stand and try and find a hatch on the door.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Surely Viggo didn't want Hiccup dead just like this! If his infuriating remarks or suggestive glances were any indication, anyway. But there was no doubt that Hiccup was going to suffocate in here if he didn't get out.

He managed to scoot along until he was by the door, then slam his foot against it. The sound was weak, even to his own ears. The sound of blood rushing through his head wasn't helping. He raised his foot for another try, but his vision was darkening. He took one last gasp… and he knew no more.

Viggo was never going to let Hiccup die, of course: he was much too fascinated by the young man to waste him so egregiously. As soon as he saw Hiccup’s struggles cease on his video feed tablet, Viggo reopened the vault and let the fresh air rush back in. Hiccup was curled right beside the door, unconscious and limp.

Ryker would have scoffed at his sentimentality, but Viggo didn't care what his guards thought. He passed one of them the tablet and stooped down, fancy suit and all, to heft the comatose activist over his shoulders.

Hiccup could recover in comfort in the room Viggo had picked out for him, cushioned by luxurious furs.