You felt your eyelids get heavy as a sense of tiredness overcame you. The travelling was exhausting, but in the end, seeing your family over the holidays was worth it. You missed them a lot.

Luck wasn't on your side, though. You couldn't tell when you'd fallen asleep or how long you stayed that way, but you were woken up by violent shaking and an unidentifyable noise. It took a moment, but you took in your surroundings; the panic, turbulences, the voice of the pilot which you couldn't really hear over everything, including the pitch in your ears.

It's all a blur -- screams, cries, panicked people. Prayers invaded your thoughts as you thought of your family..

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It's been an hour since they set foot on this island, looking for the flaming thing that had fallen from the sky, and when they finally did, Viggo felt confusion and curiousity alike. What in Thors name was this thing? Where did it come from? It's not a beast. Or anything alive. When he discovered the dead passagers, the foreign clothing brought up more questions. Items from suitcases were scattered everywhere, barely any of them recognisable to him.

Among the corpses and scattered things, they found you -- the only alive passenger and shot at answering his questions. Unless you didn't speak his tongue.. and what if you were hostile? A shape shifter? Luring him in with a pretty face..- well, it didn't matter, did it? He had to at least try. So, despite you clearly being injured, Viggo stopped a meter before your body, his boot nudging your aching side, determining your state of mind. You're conscious. Judging by the way you reacted and looked up at him with those foreign eyes, also clear enough in the head to communicate.

"Where do you come from?" No point in asking if you understood him - you either did, or didn't. Viggo just liked to get to the point. Holding the tip of his sword just inches before your face, you almost thought you crashed, literally, at some medieval con. It's as if he was fully oblivious to your injuries.