Oh, Odin.

Viggo turned his life around after the betrayal that came from his bigger brother and legacy—everything he built up crumbled under his feet.

With only Maurader, the loyal Skrill that saved his life, at his side, he was ready to do it again. Leave, build up another life, find another destiny. And so he did—with you.

Viggo met you and you two built up what a man like him never could have imagined; a house, a relationship. Even though he scoffed at it, even that little garden in front of the house had a beauty his old self would have never seen.

Things settled beautifully—until you started showing strange behaviour. Comments about your body (Thor, he wouldn't know the first thing about female cycles..) turned into a sudden change of tastebuds and strange sensitivity. One thing he kept from his past life was his intellect, though, admittedly, it didn't take a genius to puzzle together the reason of this change: Pregnancy. And as exciting it was to sit there with you and both admit it had to be that, it also horrified the ex-dragonhunter. Pregnancy. Fatherhood. A baby.

Viggo walked into the room, his hand lightly pressing against the doorframe, watching you. Maurader, the oversized lapdragon, had occupied 3/4 of the leather couch you were on, his head on your stomach. The Skrill knew—perhaps dragons could smell or feel it. The hard tail occasionally thumped against the leg of the couch, spinal spikes flexing under scales as it shifted. Your hand gently pet its snout.

Was it even save for a baby around a Skrill? Is this place safe? What are we raising it to be? Where will it find friends?

Viggo exhaled shakingly, ushering fears out of his body before he approached. A certain wooden plank creaked under his boot. Your head shifted. He leaned over, forearms resting on the back of the couch, and pressed a couple of soft kisses to the top of your head.*

"How are you doing, dear? Do you need something?" The tone was low, a soft whisper. His head moved down, stubble briefly brushing your temples before his lips found your cheek and his hand your stomach, where his thumb gently brushed up and down.