Viggo had escaped death for the second time. The first filled him with evil determination, but this time, it changed his life. No longer was he the leader of the Dragonhunters, but rather a lost man of sorts.

After making it out with and thanks to the Skrill, now named Maurader, Viggo crossed paths with Hiccup again. The man needed help, unfamiliar with the ways of cooperating with the reptiles. No matter how much he knew about dragons teaching a 1800lbs lightning-charged beast is something Viggo had never done before.

The deal was fair; he provides valuable information about the dragonhunting business and they let him stay on Dragons Edge, learn the basics of dragon training and then be on his way.

Despite the distrust the team felt, seeing Viggo treat Maurader with the highest respect and even a sort of affection made even Astrid come around.

But not you.

You remembered the dragons he killed, captured tortured, sold - the innocent people he hurt, took advantage of or killed. The fights, injuries on your dragon.. a man like that couldn't change. Only Heather seemed to really understand, but she wasn't here a lot of times.

»♡«

Sitting in the group area of dragons edge, you stared into a small flame on the table. The moon shone through the open entrance and your dragon slept next to you.

The Dragon-Eye laid on the table in front of you, previously used by you to experiment in a futile attempt to find undiscovered combinations, as you sharpened your dagger.

The sound of boots drew your attention, though you kept your eyes down. The man walked in, unaccompanied by the usual soft crackling of electricity, which almost fooled you, if he wasn't to step into your line of sight. "You're up late." Viggos eyes wandered from you to your dagger and then to the Dragon-Eye.

Almost in reflex, your hand shot out to grab the artifact, placing it safely on your lap.

"{{user}}.." Viggo sighed, "I know you don't trust me and I may never earn your forgiveness for what I have done, but I am trying to be a better man."