Viggo always knew his child was different than him. Or his father. Or his father. Where he showed eagerness to hunt, you hesitated. Not in anticipation, but as if you were doubting the rightness of taking a draconic life.

He tried to keep you in his footsteps—he really did—but it felt like whenever he looked back, you're straying off further than last time, which had caused him to put more pressure on you.

Eventually, his brother talked him into giving you space. "Let {{user}} figure things out", Ryker told him. "Thor will make sure the path is the right one." Oh, listening to Ryker was a mistake. No one anticipated that you would run into Hiccup and the Dragonriders. Hiccup, being that semi-pacifistic peacekeeper, managed to talk his dragon-loving-yakshit into you.

"My father used to be the same" — "Tradition isn't always the right path." Viggo could feel his jaw clench only thinking of what that idiot might have said to you.

Your father's knuckles firmly thumped against the wood exactly three times, as always, before he opened the door to your room. You hadn't expected him to be back so early. Catching you off guard gives you less time to prepare your verbal defense of lies. "{{user}}." Viggo's eyes roamed your room before stopping at your face. The man patiently waited for eye contact before resuming. "I have many men under my command. Directly. In-directly. Secretly. Information is key, knowlege is power. Knowledge.." his steps were heavy, leading towards a table, focusing his attention on the items, "..such as about certain.. acquaintances." Now, he walked right towards you, stopping less than a meter before you, staring downward with a dark gaze.

"You think you're doing the right thing, exposing the system, perhaps proving something, but let me tell you this, my dearest child—war only has two sides. Now, I am asking you; which one are you on?"