#viggo finding a walking enigma and being like “ooo shiny new puzzle to solve!”

[useless-moss]

Fuck it, borderline oc x canon with Nels and Viggo.

Also, pspsps @violet-moonstone, @evilwriter37, and @reallyprofoundkryptonite

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The boy is... Unique. Viggo had learned that early on. Hel, it's obvious from the moment you first meet him. The thick, furred cloak and the deer skull that has been fashioned into a mask give an air of mystery. The gems and amber hanging from clean white antlers by strings clink against each other with each movement, creating a chiming sound that Viggo finds himself getting distracted by often. The dragon scale tunic Nels wears displays skill and strength. The double bladed axe connected to the holster on his belt and the curved dagger kept in the satchel strapped to his thigh, and the expert way he wields them both, show ferocity and a survivors mentality.

Viggo still remembers the first time they'd officially met. The boy whose name more or less means 'chief' and 'he who understands the ways of the dragon', clad in mystery and an aura of danger, had offered a deal. A partnership. An alliance. "Leave myself and my pack alone, and I'll help you out where I can." That had been the gist, though the unsaid "I've no problem killing you right here and now if you refuse" combined with the large female night fury hammered home what the boy wanted Viggo to know. That the hunter didn't really have a choice. He either left the exchange with a new acquaintance, or he'd end up dead before his hunters could even react.

Maybe it's because Nels reminds him of Hiccup that he agreed. Maybe it's the mystery surrounding this boy who's lived in the wild, surviving with a pack of night furies that had taken him in as a young boy. Maybe it's the way he coos and clicks and growls with the dragons, speaking their language and moving like he's one of the beasts himself.

Or maybe it's because Viggo has seen the boy watch without flinching as his dragons tore a hunters head from his body. The reminder of how those deep green eyes watched as blood spilled and bones snapped between powerful teeth without empathy or even disgust. Just stared in the same way a wolf would while watching his pack maul a coyote that had dared enter their territory. With zero emotion. Not even fascination or sadistic enjoyment, just... Nothing.

Maybe it's his brown hair, unruly and wind tossed and cut with a knife only. Tangled and uneven, yet clean and distinctly Nels in so many ways. Maybe it's the way he laughs on rare occasions or the way he began growing protective the longer their alliance went on. Maybe it's the fact he brings food and herbs and medical supplies without being asked, and completely for free. Maybe it's the way he looks at Viggo. Studies him in the same way the hunter studies Nels and Hiccup. "I want to crack your skull open and examine your brain like a geode," the boy had once said. "I find you interesting. I'd like to keep you around, so try not to give me a reason to kill you," he'd said as well. A simple, honest answer when Viggo had asked why Nels even attempted to pursue an alliance.

Viggo isn't entirely sure what it is, but there's undeniably something about this boy. Something that draws him in like a moth to a flame. Something dark and dangerous that he wants to study and pick apart.

He wants to dissect Nels, in a way. To break the boy open and see what makes him tick. To find what is so intriguing and solve the mystery of why he's so drawn to this apex predator that manages to masquerade so perfectly as a human.

Viggo wants nothing more than to solve the boy who seems so much like a twisted reflection of Hiccup. It's just a matter of whether he can do so before Nels solves him first.