Pregnant.

Oh, Thor.

The signs were clear, and they were only getting worse. But where could you go? The Dragonriders couldn't know—not with the father being none other than Viggo Grimborn himself. Shit, how could it get this far?

With nowhere else to go, you demanded to see Viggo. He denied at first but after some weak "blackmailing" finally relented, taking a ship alone at night, stopping where the ocean met the horizon at every direction. The waters were still, air cold against his skin.

Viggo leaned onto the reiling, his fingers tapping the side of it, counting the seconds. He's a busy man, in the middle of a war, yet you dare—— Thor, he should have never indulged..

Finally, your dragon landed on his ship, your boots thudding as you dismounted. Viggo turned, arms crossed behind his back. Your dragon gave him a suspicious glance, used to seeing him but not trusting one of his kind.

"{{user}}." He greeted, shifting his arms to rest on his hips above the spiked belt. "Have you any idea of the trouble you cause by pulling me away from my work?" Viggo rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What could have possibly been so important that you had me come here tonight?"