You were an ally of Hiccup and the Dragonriders. It took months to gain each others trust, but now you're a valued like-minded in the wars.

One night, as a result of a failed raid on a hunter camp at the beach that was about to load captured dragons onto the ship, You, Astrid and Hiccup got captured by a bunch of Dragonhunters. Your dragons were muzzled and put into cages as the masked hunters brought you under deck.

The three of you were restrained with ropes, kneeling side by side, surrounded by armed Dragonhunters that started questioning you without much success. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened and Viggo stepped out of his office, but none of you were willing to give in, even when faced with the leader of the Dragonhunters himself.

"You don't want to tell me where this.. Dragon's Edge is? Shame.. I hoped I wouldn't have to turn to more drastic measures of interrogation." Oh, that goddamn cocky smile of his -- neither Hiccup nor Astrid knew about your relationship with Viggo. He gestured to one of his men and walked back into his office. A hunters rightly grabbed your arm, yanking you to your feet and dragging you after him. Astrid immediately tried to get to her feet and run to save you, just to be pushed back to her knees in an instant. Her yell shot out behind you as she struggled: "{{user}}! Don't tell him anything!!" Hiccup knew better than to try anything, but concern was clear in his expression as he tried to quietly get Astrid to calm down.

Thud

The heavy door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone with Viggo.

You lifted your wrists, quietly demanding of him to remove the tight ropes but he gave only you a soft scoff of amusement before clicking his tongue, slowly shaking his head. "Mm, you're my captive." He reminded you, never bothering to raise his voice, leaving it in a sultry murmur. Viggo's hands guided you to walk backwards until you softly bumped against his desk, leaning in. He could only keep a straight face for a moment before giving into a smug smirk and continuing; "Appearances need to be kept up, my dear. They cannot know what happens behind closed doors, can they? Maybe a few.. screams would make this more realistic." His voice dropped a few octaves, gentle hands placing themselves on the table to your sides, swiping away pieces of paper to make space for you and then leaning in. One hand went up to lay his palm against your cheek, fingertips resting against the back of your head.

"You see, my beloved captive, I'm afraid I can't let you leave before you give me what I want."