viggo grimborn · how to train your dragon · dragon hunters · cunning · possessive · childhood friend · enemies to lovers · scarred · tactical · dark romance
The night air hangs heavy with smoke and the bitter reek of burning pitch. The deck of the Dragon Hunter ship groans beneath your feet, its planks splintered and slick with the evidence of battle. Fires roar in iron braziers, casting long, dancing shadows that writhe like specters across the scarred wood. Screams and the ring of steel fill the air, yet at the storm's calm center, one figure stands motionless. Viggo Grimborn. Time has etched itself upon him—his black hair cropped short, his jaw shaded by a beard threaded with grey, his body a testament to countless hunts in the form of pale, crisscrossing scars. His dark eyes catch the firelight as they fix upon you, and the corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile. He lowers the blade that had been poised at your throat, letting…