(y/n)'s guide to running from your childhood issues

by Isle_of_birds

Summary:

Viggo wasn't getting any younger, he needed an heir and fast. The war with the dragon riders wasn't expanding his lifespan either. But where would he get a teenager who he could show the ropes of being chief? Orphan Island comes to mind.

or, Reader get's fostered for the millionth time in their life.

Notes:

Hello people of the world!
This was inspired by my need to have a parental figure from a fictive universe that feeds my will to breathe fresh air. Also I've been reading to many "Viggo the child abuser" fics and just felt like should make something that doesn't involve him doing something nasty.(Dragon hunting is still nasty but I've got plans don't worry)

Now, I'm not an orphan but luckily this is an au and in a universe with multiple historical innacuraties so I feel like this system I've created for this isn't too bad.

keyssss
(y/n) = Your name
(y/h/c) = Your Hair Color

Chapter 1: Life do be like that sometimes

Notes:

Alright, its currently 19/03/2024

I read the word document for this and forgot how much fun it was.
So I've editted the chapter (taken out some mistakes and made better paragraphs) and decided I wil try to contiue to write this.

- Isle

This is Orphan Island. It's a beautiful place considering what kind of people inhabit it.
Parents can bring their unwanted children here and others can pick up the formerly unwanted children. Most won't have a long stay, getting taken in within a few months’ time. Not (y/n) though, they've been here for eight years. Eight miserable years of getting fostered, being happy for a week before being thrown back onto that cursed island.
Most of the kids only need a small hut with a singular room with a small bed, but not (y/n) they had made their own hut. A hut with multiple rooms. It had a kitchen, a bedroom and a living area. everything made with their own two hands. placed next to the fresh water lake, surrounded by trees of different kinds.

It had been a while since somebody visited the island. (y/n) hadn't been fostered in an even longer period of time, it had been common knowledge that the older kids, who were in their teen years weren't fostered and adopted as often as the little kids. (y/n) Didn’t even mind not having a family to call their own. They’ve survived this far without it, why would they need it now.

The only teenager on the island being rudely awoken by one of the so called “caretakers” wasn’t their ideal start to the day.

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Someplace else however, two brothers were having an argument. “Ryker, I have already informed you that I wish to not speak about this right now. We are in the middle of a war, think about the business first.” Standing across from him stood his older brother. “I am thinking about the business Viggo, there is no heir! My men will set course to orphan island, I don’t care with who we leave but we will leave with a potential heir.” Viggo looked as if he wanted to argue more but the other was already gone when he turned, instead he let out a frustrated grunt and set down at his desk. If he were to really leave that island with a child, it would be a teenager. He wasn’t about to take in some random child who would constantly whine and make noise. Not to mention that children don’t know how to clean up after themselves, besides a teenager would piss off his brother.

The fight they had with the dragon riders a day earlier didn’t help Viggo’s case. Hiccup had destroyed multiple ships and sank a lot of cages. The damage of that attack alone would cost a fortune, soon his people would surely start to riot. Getting an heir could possibly prevent that, it wouldn’t solve all his problems but it would give him more time to win this ridiculous war.

Rearranging the items on the desk he wondered about what it would be like to have an heir. Viggo hadn’t cared about love all that much, it only distracted him from making profit. The women he met weren’t all that great either, most were interested in his status or money. Raising a child would have been a disaster, a small toddler running around the ships, possibly getting eaten by the dragons below deck. More scenarios were thought up, not the best way to pass the time but Viggo was still upset with his brother and for once in his life, didn’t feel like working. He already found it suspicious why his brother wanted to hunt in this region, he should have questioned it sooner. Deciding he needed fresh air he rose up from his seat and walked around his desk, it was strange how quickly he came to peace with the idea of taking in an orphaned child. Why were these children orphaned? Did the family die and was the child abandoned on the island by the chief of their original tribe? Or was the child so troublesome the parents would rather go through the process of pregnancy again? He hoped the island had a teen, someone around the age of fifteen sounded nice to Viggo, that ripe age of soaking up information like sponge while also knowing how to hold an intelligent conversation.

The door creaked when he opened it, the hinged did seem a bit rusted. Closing and locking it he made his way above deck, already seeing the destination at the horizon. It was a rather beautiful island, he noted. A stretched out beach, a lush forest, bright green grassy fields with rather adorable small huts. He smirked, this might get interesting.

 

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Glaring at the culprit, who so rudely awakened them by a emptying a bucket of cold water over their face, (y/n) already knew what kind of day it would be. Shit one that is. “Get dressed and ready for a line up, we are getting company.” The elder woman only spoke a singular sentence before hurrying back to the docks to welcome these supposed guests. “Ugly bitch, they’re not going to foster my ass anyways.” It was only grumbled under their breath, not to be heard by anyone other than themselves. Grabbing a clean set of cloths they got changed, for some reason a sliver of hope bubbled in their chest. It was ridiculous to have any hope for this day, Timothy or Laurel were probably going to get fostered. Not only were they still young, they were still pure meaning they hadn’t been fostered before. (y/n) yearned to not have to deal with the experience some families made them endure.

Glancing at the small reflective piece of glass they deemed their appearance good enough and headed out of their room. Having snatched their home-made bag with the basic necessities in case they did get picked for some unknown reason not even their own imagination could possibly come up with. The track from their own cabin to the main area of the island wasn’t too long, just over ten minutes. The forest was always prettiest during lunch time, outside of the occasional dragon that passed by from time to time. (y/n) never had much trouble with the over grown lizards, if you hid behind a tree or bush and waited for them to leave you’d be perfectly fine. ‘Wouldn’t it be hilarious to train a dragon?’ The thought returned from time to time, always getting an amused huff out of them. As if that were possible.

Finally the trees began the thin out, indicating the track from (y/n)’s hut to the field where all the basic bitches were located was nearly over. Yes, teenagers are allowed to use vulgar language. Did (y/n) care if others were uncomfortable by this way of speaking? No, not at all. Getting closer to the docks it became clear whoever these people were they were important. Only one ship was docked, but at least twenty were anchored a bit out to sea.

“well dayum.” They mumbled, being unsure of wanting to be fostered by a rich family or wanting to sprint back the way they came. Being hit upside the head one of the wicked witches of orphan island who scolded them on using inappropriate language in the presence of a chief. A Thor forsaken chief. A chief looking for an heir, that was a no go for (y/n). “Nope I’m not dealing with this, tell Timothy I’ll miss him.” Turning on their heels they were about to sprint off when the woman roughly grabbed their arm and began dragging them to where the other kids were gathered. “You’re going to stay put or I’ll put a leash on you.” There was no arguing with the plump woman, when her destination was reached the (y/h/c) sat down criss-crossed and crossed their arms. If they were going to treat them like a child they will act like one.

It was taking so long for these guys to talk over this whole thing, it never took this long. Was it because this guy was a chief? It could be the reason, but that didn’t make sense. Huffing out a groan they reached for their bag to take out an empty book and a pencil, putting their thoughts on paper always made it more organised. Writing down all of the possibilities they were too distracted to notice somebody looking over their shoulder. “I didn’t know orphans could write.” flailing their arms they slammed the book closed and rose in a swift movement.

“I’m one of a kind.” they mumbled, not having been prepared for human conversation. Stuffing the book and pencil back into the bag, getting ready to find a different more shielded spot to do their thing. “My brother likes someone with intellect.” “Cool, tell him he won’t find it on this island.” The man blocking their path laughed loudly and reached out to “friendly” slap (y/n) on their shoulder but they took a large step back to avoid the contact. The man didn’t look insulted, he just looked amused. “what’s your name kid?” Was this bald guy for real? “Nonya” He looked puzzled. “Nony-” “None of ya business.” Taking more steps back they analysed the man’s expression. It went from confused to irritated to laughing again. Taking this chance they high tailed out of the encounter and found a tree to sit in.

Securing the oversized satchel at their side they set to climb the tree. Their thoughts trailed back to the encounter of seconds ago. The way they treated the man was rude but in their defence he snuck up on them, what were they supposed to do? Be nice to him? Fuck no, karma bitch. Settling on a thick branch they leaned back into the tree. It wasn’t physically comfortable but mentally it was Valhalla. This island might be the root of all their angst but it was also home. Looking up at the sky the (y/h/c) spotted birds flying overhead, what they would give to soar off like that. Perhaps they could find a sorcerer someday that could turn them into a bird, or dragon. What kind of dragon would they even be? They’d been fostered by a rich family before, the mother had been obsessed with different dragon breeds and had books on the creatures. The entire house had been decorated with dragon hides, shields painted with different kinds of dragons on them. The had a pedestal with a Gronckle egg in the corner of the dining room. (y/n) Had never been inside any of the family members personal chambers but they reconned those were filled with dragon themed items as well. The only good thing that came with them back to this island was new knowledge and new books. Over time the six books on every class had been rewritten by (y/n) in compact little booklets that they could whip out at any needed time. Not that the information had been desperately needed, it was still good to have such knowledge at their disposal. Rummaging through their bag they pulled out one of the booklets, Tital class, cool dragons, but a no go for the teen. Tital class dragons needed the ocean to survive and (y/n) had never pictured themselves living near the shore, even now as an orphan they preferred to stay in the depths of the forest rather than the open grassy fields. Exchanging the Tital class booklet for a different one they were looking through their notes on the boulder classes. Strong but slow, even though Gronckles were adorable they weren’t the teens top choice in speed. They thrived for the feeling of the wind in their hair and the exposed skin numbing because of the sharp air. Their enjoyment of the serene moment was disturbed by a fellow orphan. “(y/n) what are you doing?” the young child whined, dragging out each word. “Screw off Jarrod.” The child gasped and ran off, probably going to snitch. Sniggering at the fact that no one could reach them up in the tree. Stashing away their plans to learn about dragons you could possibly be magicked into by some shady dude in an alleyway at the Northern-markets.

Swinging their left leg over the tree branch they reached out for a different branch with their right hand. when it was fully in grasp they swung off their current seat and in swift motions climbed up further. Did the teen do this to piss off the others? Yes, but also to hide from any important figures that were yet to search out their company and shimmering attitude. Resettling on a thinner, but equally strong branch they let out another sigh. A terrible terror squeaked from above them. “Aww hey there lil dude.” The small green and yellow creature made a different noise and took flight, leaving them in solitude. On this hight (y/n) had perfect sight of the docks and the ocean. Maybe they could sneak on and leave at the first island they stop. That would certainly fix at least half of their problems. It would create twenty more but they didn’t give less of a shit.

 

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“Well, you see mister Grimborn. We only have one teenager currently on the island, and let’s just say they haven’t found a home yet because of reasons.” The woman Viggo was conversating with about the foster and adoption process had talked him through the experience to come with a smile on her face. That smile fell when he mentioned wanted a teenager.

“What has this child done to gain this reputation?” The woman hesitated. “(y/n) has run away, trashed houses, Thor they’ve ruined villages before stealing a ship and sailing away. They’ve stolen money, food, weaponry. Even threatened to murder their foster siblings. They’re a wild card, most say the first week was fine before they started causing… mischief.” The woman explained with a pained expression.

“What you’re saying is that they are a problem child?” At the affirmative nod he sat back in his chair and thought about his options. Either take in an eight-year old snot nosed child or take in a teenager with intellect and a challenging personality. Luckily, Viggo liked challenges.

“Can I meet them?”

Chapter 2: What in the grainy ball sacks is going on with my mental health

Summary:

(y/n) knows exactly how to piss off the wicked witches, the Grimborn brothers find it absolutly hilarous tho

Notes:

Aight hello again.

Editted this chapter as well, one more to go. for the new readers: this is technically a rewrite (?) slays.

A silence swept over the room. The middle-aged woman was unsure of what to say, the man looked at her with such an expecting look she had to decide what to say, and quickly. She wanted to say no, (y/n) would scare him off of any other potential business, but this could be the nuisance’s last foster place. It might even work out for the teen, this man was very clear on why he wanted someone older than the conventional adoption age and if this worked out they’d be rid of the trouble maker.
Putting up a happy façade the woman finally answered “Sure you can meet (y/n), I’ll go get them.” Getting out of her seat the woman walked around her desk, Viggo got up with her “I’ll follow along, if you don’t mind.”

The adults made their merry way outside only to be met with a herd of children, all of them asking similar questions all at once. This is the exact reason Viggo didn’t want a small child, they’re clingy and way too young to understand boundaries. While the women were shushing the children Viggo’s eyes wandered along the perimeter, hoping to spot the only teen among the company he was with.

It wasn’t until his eyes trailed up the trunk of the tree located in the middle of the clearing that he spotted a person sitting somewhere halfway up. The person in question was looking out over the shore line, possibly marvelling at the number of ships.

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After staring at the ships some more (y/n) had spotted something resembling cages, their plan of sneaking on was thrown out of their head immediately. They’ve been stuck in a cage before and that was not an experience they’d want a repeat of. Heaving a heavy sigh they looked over to the Hut of Doom, clever naming if they do say so themselves, seeing a hefty commotion. “Great sky above am I glad it’s not me whose getting swarmed by those monsters this time.” Scanning over the poor guy, who was staring right at them. So much for hiding this one out. Their hand reached up to a branch above them, pulling on it to hide themselves behind the leaves, hoping the man would stop looking and get the message.

The man, who was still looking at them, had short brown hair, a tunic (y/n) couldn’t place in a tribe they’ve been at before and peculiar facial hair. Not that (y/n) was someone to judge at somebody’s first appearance but this guy looked full of himself and strangely just as tired as they felt. How does a thirty-year old match an angsty teen’s will to sleep but being unable to.

Desperately trying to come up with a reason for the man’s staring their attention got stolen by Jarrod pointing at the tree the (y/h/c) was currently inhabiting. That little snitch, abruptly letting go of the branch they were using as coverage they yelled out “Go suck my grainy balls Jarrod! I bet you’d like that you incel!” Catching their breath they yelled out again. “This is why you won’t get any bitches!” In the distance the laugh of Ryker could be heard and looking back at Staring Problem Guy they saw he was desperately supressing the same reaction.

To be fair, a six year old getting bitches is odd so they didn’t even lie with this claim.

Being happy with their handy work (y/n) enjoyed the facial expression of the wicked witches, who were looking at them with disgust, anger and severe disappointment. Smirking they started making their way back down the tree, knowing they could mess with them all better on solid ground. Even if that meant being in ear-grabbing distance of the Wicked Witches.

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“You see what I mean, mister Grimborn? Out of control.” Viggo looked back at the woman, a hand over his mouth to hide the growing smirk. The teen clearly had a sense of humour Viggo could appreciate, he personally wasn’t a fan of vulgar language but the way this teenager used their words just to mess with the caretakers made Viggo happy to have come here.

He cleared his throat before answering “I recon they will fit right in with my tribe.” The crowd of children quickly subdued when each were informed they weren’t going to be fostered that day, Viggo could breathed a little easier.

After Ryker calmed down and breathed normally again he made his way over to his brother. Once beside him he mimicked his younger sibling and looked at the tree. “If you don’t take the kid, I will.” Only getting a huff out of the other told him enough, that teen was coming with them and probably never leaving.

“I’ve already had a chat with them.” “Oh really? How did that go?” Ryker crossed his arms “I asked for their name, they said ‘Nonya’.” Viggo was confused at this, the caretakers had said the teens name was (y/n) “Nonya?” “None of ya business” That was something unexpected to Viggo, failing so supress a chuckle he looked at his older brother who was wearing a proud and amused expression. “That is quite clever.”

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Being scolded by the wicked witches once your feet hit solid ground was giving (y/n) a headache. Power walking away nearly turned into a chase was it not for Ryker and sir-stares-a-lot catching their attention from their peripheral vision. So they were brothers? That’s an interesting fact. Interrupting the scolding (y/n) asked “So who are they taking home?” “You” Was her short answer before continuing her scolding. (y/n) wasn’t paying attention anymore though, their mind was occupied by something else.

Shit.
Big, stinky, still warm and fresh directly from the butt, shit.

Chapter 3: Oh shit! That fucking does it.

Notes:

not beta read ya'll.

Wow okay I’ve been gone a while. I’ll give it to you guys straight. I was drunk when I wrote the first two and a half chapters. I, for some reason, forgot about this thing and didn’t realise that I posted it on ao3. But then I got comments and kudos and wasn’t sure what to do, so I ignored it. I used to write a lot but then life got messy and I quit, now that I’m happier I’ll try to give you all more of this story since some of you really like it.

Breathing patterns were thrown into an active volcano. (y/n) didn’t believe what the wicked witch just said, this man wanted to foster THEM? The teenager who used vulgar language, ran away from homes, almost committed manslaughter on multiple occasions and cut their hair out of protest? It was a funny joke. A cruel, supposedly funny, joke. (y/n) didn’t laugh though, to them this wasn’t funny. In fact, it was incredibly anxiety inducing. Fostering had never been a success, the last family had left a few scars, mental and physical ones. With a meaty and firm hand on their back they were being led to that man, the man who was supposed to care for them from now on. They didn’t want this, not now, not this way. They weren’t prepared, normally there was a two days get get-your-shit and meet-the-assholes period. “He’s a nice, sophisticated man. Rich too, he wants to leave as fast as possible.” That’s the only thing they’d heard before their breathing changed and their thoughts got clouded.

(y/n) struggled to stand still against the woman’s persistent push. The teen felt like they didn’t get any air, like they were being pushed underwater. In their struggling the woman had grabbed hold of one of their hands, bad idea on her part. (y/n)’s fight or flight instinct kicked in. In this case it was both. The teen in a fit of fear and anger decked the woman in the face with their free fist, in the heat of the moment they sprinted to the treeline.

The (y\h\c) had been running for mere minutes but due to their panicked breathing they couldn’t get to far, it was far enough to make it a quarter of the way back to their hut. Clutching the strap of their satchel somewhat grounded them. After making the discovery that different textures and smells really help after these panicked moments they altered their bag to it. The strap itself was made out of leather but (y/n) had added different patches of furs and hides, all still had their own smell.

They sat against a tree after calming down a bit, the weight of the bag in their arms and smelling all the different animal smells was calming. Fingers gliding through the locks of yak hair made them think of their rebellion earlier that year, it was just after being brought back to the island by their last foster family. The caretakers of the island offered them to be fostered by a merchant that brought the island their supply of fabrics for clothing. The foster family before that made them put up even more emotional walls and when hearing they couldn’t even get a month to recollect they lashed out.

Standing in front of a reflective material serving as a mirror they looked at their long hair, shifting their gaze to the scissors they were holding up to the desired length. Taking a deep breath they cut, locks of (y/h/c) fell to the floor. This ought to get them the attention of the caregivers.

Attention it got indeed, the merchant didn’t want to deal with such a rebel while being on constant travel so (y/n) got what they wanted. The hair style they had been desiring for years and more time to spend in their home, the only place they’ll call home until getting off on their own and getting their own island.

That day will always be remembered with a smile by (y/n) and a frown by everyone else who was there that day.

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Struggling to keep a straight face after seeing the teen ruthlessly punch the beefy woman in her face was a challenge to the brothers. Clearing his throat Viggo spoke up “Well that was something I didn’t know I wanted to see until this moment.” He got a “Same” from his brother as the watched the teen run.

“Did you see their face?” he got a questioning hum from Ryker, who still watched the treeline. “They looked horrified while walking over here. I got to read a bit about their past and it didn’t sound very pleasant for somebody their age.”

In the midst of their conversation the brothers got interrupted by the woman who had been punched by (y/n). “I am so sorry you had to whiteness that. (y/n) can be incredibly impulsive when they don’t get their way.” The brothers gave each other a knowing look. Being teens themselves might have been a long time ago but that didn’t matter, they still remembered what it was like to be the chief’s heir. Surprisingly enough was Viggo the one who had a rebellious phase, he could still remember the nights he ran away from home to go off do something Ryker had been allowed to do while Viggo wasn’t even allowed to watch. “Can you elaborate?” “I’m sure you’ve heard about their… shenanigans, at the end of the winter they were brought back again by their last family. Not five days later did they cut off their hair because they didn’t want to be fostered by a merchant, they got their way.” This lady called wanting a break a temper tantrum? Viggo wondered how they were still in business.

“Do you know where the kid ran off to?” The woman only nodded and told them to follow her. She led them through a desire path, “They insisted on making their own hut away from us. It’s not a far walk, about ten minutes.” It was obvious someone had been walking the path multiple times a day for years on end. The different trees growing closer and close together every step he took. It was a beautiful sight and Viggo could understand why the teen didn’t want to leave.

“We do hope you still want to foster them, this might be their last chance at finding a family.”

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They took a deep breath, kept it in for a few seconds and let it out. It was less shaky this time, a good sign. With another deep breath they got up from their spot on the dirt, they’d better stay ahead of the caregivers and the men. They wanted time to pack up after all. (y/n) would bet money that they don’t have that they were already after them so they might have to run again. With a groan and a sigh they readjusted the satchel and set off in a light jog, their cabin shouldn’t be far.

Soon enough they arrive at their house, already dreading the time to come. The foster try period was always shitty. Depending on where the foster parents live the period changes. Two weeks of travel make for a two month try period, two weeks sailing to the new ‘home’ followed by a month of living in that household and only then do they return to orphan island to fix the last bit of paperwork and gather all of the child’s things. (y/n) has never gotten that far. In the beginning they played nice until they accidentally fucked up. Whether it was having a fight with a foster sibling, insulting the chief, refusing to kill something, refusing to eat on the days they just couldn’t and the list goes on. As much as they hated the island at least they could do their own thing without being expected to spend time with people. In fact, usually it was preferred that (y/n) spend time far away from the kids.

Shoving the door open they started gathering their clothes and neatly folding them and putting it in bags, following the clothes were small items that held sentimental value, tools they used to make jewellery and other small items as well as needles and thread to fix up their clothes in case they were to get damaged. (y/n) liked having most of their stuff with them, considering they didn’t have a whole lot. They usually only left their finished journals, since those were safely hid and there was no risk of one of the kids stealing and destroying them.

At the end they had a large full backpack and stuffed their satchel with a some tools. Hopefully they’ll survive the first few days with the small amount of food they had. They heard the obnoxious voice of the bitch that they had decked in the face earlier. “Gods damnit” they whispered as they looked out a window, “Why can’t I have ten minutes of alone time without these fuckers ruining my life.” They grumbled and shoved their bag underneath the bed and slid under it, falling into a whispering death hole. They grabbed the bag and dashed into the tunnel, they didn’t like direct confrontation and would rather approach them from behind. The hole mouthed out behind a thick tree and was hidden by some bushes, they waited until the crunching of leaves disappeared before flinging the bag onto the forest floor and climbing out.

“And they built this on their own?” Deep voice, smoother than the other guy, must be the man planning on fostering.

“Well they took resources from us but we didn’t help them build it.” And surprise surprise! She’s lying. “Didn’t you tell me that the gods will smite me if I ever were to tell a lie? Ironic how those rules don’t apply to you, says a lot about your character.” The (y/h/c) says as they stepped out of the bushes. “I’m an adult, it’s different.” Protecting her pride, predictable. “Dead ass, would not let that slide as a god. I call yakshit.” The woman gasped and went to scold the teen, (y/n) scanned the reaction of the two men. The guy with a staring problem looked neutral and composed, shit it didn’t phase him. The other guy just smirked.

Fuck

 

“You young lady-“ (y/n) cut her off “Oi, My dick is bigger than your ex lovers’.” They heard a snort but ignored it, being more in favour of staring the woman down.

She opened her mouth to say something but (y/n) was faster “And don’t try to deny it, I see them each time, I see them enter your hut and leave before the sun rises.” She looked shocked, good. “You’re not supposed to be on that side of the island.” “And you’re not supposed to have sex but here we are.”

 

Long story short, we walked back to the field. The woman walked in front, fuming, while the Grimborn brothers exchanged quiet words with each other before trying to strike up a conversation with the teen, who flat out ignored them. Speaking off the teen, they were forbidden to speak until they were settled on the boat. So they were sulking. As much as they pestered the women they did fear their punishments. Last time had been a disaster, they spend three days without food and sleep. They were a little delirious when they got out.

“You don’t deserve a home.” Thor Jarrod, you bitch. They made a face and stuck out their tongue to the young boy. “Now, now child, don’t be rude.” (y/n)’s face made a different expression, now looking confused and shocked. The man with hair, Viggo if they remembered correctly, was the one to scold to child.

Jarrod looked like a kicked puppy and ran off to join the other kids. Tim came over in his place, he was one of the view kids (y/n) didn’t mind. “I’ll miss you.” (y/n) crouched down and opened their arms, the little eight-year-old latched on and hugged them tight. Usually they weren’t fond of touch, but the kid’s really sweet and deserved a hug. They pat his head and whispered: “I’ll be back soon.” After that the kid let go and (y/n) separated from the little group they were forced to walk with to wait by the docks.

 

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“The tribe will like ‘em.” Viggo gave a quick nod as his eyes followed their form move to the docks. “We need to keep them away from Hiccup and his entourage. Who knows what they would do to get them away from us.” He truly was worried about the issue, this kid will try to run many times and if the dragon riders got to them first he doubted he’d ever be able to get the teen away from them.

Chapter 4: If life gives you lemons, Loki got pregnant

Summary:

a bit of Viggo bonding time... I feel that the pacing is a little fast but I know how to fix that.

Make Viggo do an oopsie.

Notes:

I'm back bitchessssss

The harbour of orphan island was (y/n)’s least favourite spot. It meant leaving and that meant returning with more baggage than before. Their legs hung over the edge of the wooden structure, only missing the water by a few centimetres. If a big wave came by I would probably soak their shoes. “I’ll show you to your room while Viggo finishes business.” Ugh, its bald man again. They rolled their eyes and got up, following him.  As soon as they set foot on the ship they let out  a tense sigh, body tensing with each cage they passed. Oh how they prayed to not be put in one of those.

 

Luckily, they went below deck, less luckily;

 

There were more cages.

 

Now, (y/n) is a salty teenager that hates most of the world, but when they say that they hated these cages they were underexaggerating. They were still following the large man that for some reason came along with Viggo, it was a little strange that his brother came along to pick up a foster kid and not the wife. After seeing cage after empty cage they decided to just grow a pair and ask “You’re not putting me in one of these, right?” They pointed at a passing cage. Bald man just laughed, good Thor he has a really annoying laugh. Well that was not helpful at all, did that laugh mean no? (y/n) didn’t know, how could they? No one ever tells them anything anyway.

 

“Why does sir stares-a-lot want a kid?” They asked, gaining confidence now that they were away from the cages. “Sir stares-a-lot?” he had a wide grin on his face. Ugh even that is ugly, “He stares a lot.” They quipped back. The large man opened a door and walked in, “He needs an heir.” No shit sherlock. “Yah, duh. I mean why foster? And gods, why a teen? We’re horrible people.”

 

“Viggo doesn’t like children, and he refuses to get married.” ah, a man with good opinions. “So, is this my room? Or are you putting me in a cage after all?” Ryker nodded and (y/n) stepped into the room. It’s a little too empty for their taste, considering the only thing in there was a bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to see what is taking my brother so long.”

 

After dropping their bags they fell face first into the bed. Why were these people so hard to read?

 

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After what felt like forever (y/n) heard yelling coming from the deck and after another moment the ship started moving. ‘Yipieeee’ they thought sarcastically. Usually they’d try to fit in with the family, try to be nice and caring and pretend to give a shit, but now they’d rather walk the plank and drown or be eaten by a Thunderdrum or something. That would be a cool death, just imagine the stories;

 

(Y/n) the greatest orphan of all time, devoured by a Thunderdrum, the dragon that gets its strength from Thor himself

 

That would make a spectacular drinking song. Grabbing the note book they used earlier they got to working on some lyric to pass the time. They weren’t going to go through with that half-assed plan but it gave them something to pass the time with. And time spend on sea always took twenty times longer than it did on land.

 

Sadly, that entertainment was short lived when the door opened with a loud creak. ‘Rude’ the teenager thought and looked up from the page to glare at the unfortunate soul that crossed their path.

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It’s lord emo shoulder pads.

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Well that’s unfortunate.

 

He cleared his throat and (y/n) turned back to their note book. “Ryker suggested we… how did he put it?” (y/n) really didn’t care “Ah yes, bond” the (y/h/c) nearly threw up, managing to swallow the bile back down they closed their book and sat up straight.

 

“Ah… did he now?” They started, trying to match Viggo’s speech pattern. They watched him glance around the room, totally didn’t look awkward at all. slash S, of course.

 

“Mind if I sit?” Ugghhhhhh why is he so polite???? Its your ship dumbass. “Uhm alright…” They responded, not happy about this at all. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed, (y/n) scooted all the way to the side as he sat at the edge of the bed.

 

He smiled at them, it wasn’t genuine. They had no clue what it was but it ain’t out of kindness. “So, Nonya-“ “Oh my fucking- He told you about that?” They knew that grin was off. (y/n) watched the man like a hawk, the corners of his mouth pulled upwards slightly and he swallowed. Oh so he thought they were funny huh? They’ll show him funny.

 

“Indeed he did.” Yeah (y/n) could tell. A silence fell and The (y/h/c) made it their mission to win a staring contest only one person knew about.

 

They won about twenty times before he spoke up again “Have you ever played Masons and Talons?” (y/n)’s face contorted to frown. “That sounds lame, not going to lie, nerd.” and they watched with glee as Viggo’s face went from sad to confused. Ahh these are the finer things in life. Ruining someone’s day.

 

Nerd? Nerd? How dare this insolent child call him, Viggo Grimborn, a nerd? Were they mad? Mentally unwell? He didn’t know how to react, it’s obvious they were just trying to provoke him, the women of Orphan Island explained that to him. But this? Name calling? Well Viggo can’t blame them, after all, he is more brains than brawn and values knowledge above physical strenght. And if he was being honest, being called a nerd was nothing new to him. It’s what Ryker called him back when they were just children themselves.

 

He looked a tad frustrated, good. “I assure you, it is not ‘lame’. It’s a game of intellect.” Ah yes because that sounds less lame, duh. “Rigghttt” (y/n) dragged out, sending him a questioning look. “Because that sounds so much more interesting.” They continued with an eye-roll.

 

“How do you know if you haven’t tried?” damn it, he’s right. “Well shit, got me there.” Cat got you tongue? Nah bro, (y/n) will just say the first thing that comes to mind and roll with. Improv became their best friend years ago. Viggo smirked, was this a ruse to test the potential (y/n) has? Psshh he would never.

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He definitely would.

 

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What in Loki’s mpreg moment was this game. The rules were confusing and complicated and totally made (y/n) more competitive than two terrible terrors fighting for a salmon. “No, no. You can’t put your hunter there.” The man on the opposite side of the game board stated, making (y/n) glare at him without tilting their head up. It was meant to look menacing but it really didn’t, Viggo has seen more menacing baby dragons.

 

“Why not?” The teen asked, letting their eyes fall back to the game. Viggo shifted in his seat, “Hunters have to end on a free space.” He informed, moving the piece a bit to the left to help the teen out a little. Which surprised him, whenever he played with someone new to the game he wouldn’t help them. That takes all the fun out of it.

 

Was (y/n) a little insulted that Viggo helped them? Yes. But he did put them in an advantageous position so its alright. “Oh,” they said, holding back from continuing but their mouth can only stay shut so long. “How- can I see that a place is free?” And now they’re asking questions, about a nerd game, gross.

 

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If (y/n) had to give an example of how long forever is, that game was it. It took three hours and they weren’t even finished. Ryker practically dragged them out of Viggo’s study for dinner. Which brings them at the food…

 

If (y/n) had to give the definition of inedible, this glob of disgustingness was it. It’s an off-white colour with bits of green, hard bits of white and Ryker just poured something brown and salty smelling over it. “Do I even want to know what this is?” they mumbled to themselves, poking at it with a fork.

 

“I don’t recommend it.” Viggo said as he sat down next to them. “But it’s good for you so eat up.”

 

No way in Helheim was (y/n) putting even a particle of that stuff near their mouth. ‘it’s good for you’ well so is having a will to live but the universe just doesn’t hand that out freely now does it? From the corner of their eye they saw the way Viggo scowled before putting a spoonful in his mouth. HA even he doesn’t like it.

 

(y/n) was seated next to the railing so whenever no one was looking they shot a few bites into the ocean. The fish would enjoy it more than (y/n) ever could force themselves to pretend too. After a while Ryker came over, ugly hoe, and made a comment about how little they’ve ate. “Well, at least I ain’t bald.” They had snapped back, getting a raised brow in return. That was a bad roast, a true disappointment to (y/n).

 

“Just eat it kid, before I shove it down your throat.” Gee, thanks. What a waarrmm welcome. Viggo was staying suspiciously silent during all that.

 

Ryker left and (y/n) glanced at Viggo, who had just finished his plate. “I take it you’re not a fan?” He asked, pointing at their plate. “I take it you’re not either?” (Y/n) retorted, seeing as Viggo looked slightly nauseous. “We’ve had better cooks in the past.”

 

(y/n) tore their eyes away from Viggo and glanced around the deck. The other three tables were filled with men, ugly men. Ryker moved from table to table, Viggo and (y/n) were the only two seated at this one. “You’re not going to finish that, are you?” Viggo asked, breaking the silence. The teen shook their head. Viggo made sure no one was looking before leaning over and scraping the rest into the water. “Oi- wha-“ (y/n) was forced to lean back when Viggo leaned over and was pleasantly surprised. “oh.” Viggo sat back and pretended nothing happened.

 

“If Ryker asks, you ate it all.” He said quietly before taking a sip of his drink. Wait was that wine? Where can they get a glass of that? “I sure did” (y/n) confirms with a grin.

 

This guy might actually not be that bad.

 

 

Chapter 5: Bros before hoes but in this case (y/n) would rather have a hoe

Summary:

(y/n) discovers what the cages are for. They're not amused.

This guy is the worst.

 

They should have known. They should have fucking realised that these people are hunters. Dragon hunters. The bastards. The cages, weapons, attire, it all made sense now.

 

Last night was too pleasant to be true. The game, dinner and then winning the game was all a trick. Viggo just pretended to be nice, pretended to be different than the others. (y/n) was done, this as the last time anyone fucked with their head like this.

 

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This Sucked. Capital S.

Travelling was always the part (y/n) hated most about the adoption progress. The new parents are stressy because the Norse Sea is gods-damn ruthless and are convinced kids are either boat experts or should stay in one position and not talk or move or live for the entire time they are at sea. (y/n) been on so many boats, and maybe a few of those were permanently borrowed, that they knew what to do but they weren't about to show themselves to the people on board. Are you crazy? People suck. Staying away it is.

 

During the short time they've been stuck in the little barren room they've made it their own. Also known as they dumped their large backpack, took out all the unnecessary stuff from their satchel and put it underneath the bed. They'd like to trash the place but it was too early for that, that was week two shenanigans. Right now they just had to play along, stay out of sight and pretend like they didn't want to jump into the ocean. Again, getting eaten by a Thunderdrum would be an epic death but dying of hypothermia? Llaaammmeeee.

 

(y/n) stopped what they were doing, which was nothing, when they heard muffled voices right outside the room. "Your kid, your responsibility." ugh, ugly moustache-goatee man. "Must I remind you that you are the one that insisted-" (Y/n) loved drama but this is just boring. Was there truly nothing to do on this pile of wood? No, there really isn't. Well fuck, death by boredom. Still lame.

 

It would probably be a good idea to get out of bed, considering these people seemed to be early risers and talking right outside the door so the possibility of them coming in here is big. It’s getting colder, they already noticed it the other night. After dinner the men started to drink and sing but (y/n) was shivering like a wet baby yak in a snowstorm so they snuck off to bed. They pulled on something with long sleeves and called it a day.

 

The arguing got fainter, they were probably walking away. Thank whatever deity blessed them today. Speaking of being blessed, last night wasn’t the worst. The teen slept for once, even if it was a little chilly and the blanket thin. Now however, there was a proper commotion happening, people yelling, and (y/n) could make out Ryker’s voice giving orders. This was a less than ideal way to start the day, so (y/n) walked out of their little room grumbling about ‘these motherfuckers ruining everything’ and evaded the men running around with swords and maces while making their way outside. “What the fuck is happening?” They asked no one in particular.

 

Suddenly a large hand landed on their shoulder, making them jump a little. With a glare they looked up at the culprit. “Don’t worry, we’re just making a quick stop for business.” It’s Viggo. Somehow they didn’t mind it too much, so far he hasn’t done anything bad so maybe he deserved a chance. Even if his facial hair gives off bad vibes…

 

(y/n) turned their head back to the island, watching men pull the ship closer to shore and unload cages. Last night, when everyone was asleep they had taken a look at them. The metal was weird, nothing they’ve ever seen before. “What are the cages for?” they asked, voice still raspy with sleep.

 

Viggo hesitated, the (y/h/c) resisted the urge to look at him. “Do you know what we do, (y/n)?” He finally asked and (y/n) rolled their eyes, no duh sherlock. Orphans aren’t the most knowledgeable on other tribes so no shit they didn’t know.

 

Viggo took the silence as a no and continued talking “We’re dragon hunters.” Oh fuck no. Not on their watch. “Har har, funny.” But Viggo didn’t respond, (y/n) looked up at him and could tell he wasn’t kidding.

 

Taking a deep breath the teen stepped back “I’m going back to bed.” They called over their shoulder.

 

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With a grumbling stomach (y/n) gather their things again. Day two, they were leaving before 24 hours had even passed. The island looked inhabited, which is good. Nice and secluded, judging by how quickly the hunters were capturing dragons the climate should be perfect. If there’s enough food for all of those dragons to flourish it meant there would be enough for (y/n).

 

Less perfect is the fact that these were dragon hunters. (y/n) didn’t vibe with that, the poor creatures didn’t do anything to deserve that fate. The hunters went looking for them, it wasn’t the dragons looking for the fight. That was unfair. It didn’t pass the fucking vibe test, just like the brothers odd-facial-hair. No one with a goatee or whatever the fuck Viggo has going on, is someone (y/n) can trust.

 

Carefully they crept to a little row boat, already dreading the sore arms they’d have the next day they dropped their bags in the boat and got on, pushing it away from the large ship and rowing it to the shore. They were far away enough from the hunters to not be spotted immediately as they slipped into the woods.

 

The had to find a hiding place, wait until the ships leave and then start up a camp. Creeping past the trees to find a suitable place to wait, they could hear hunters yell. This was awful, (y/n) wanted to do something, get those dragons out of those cages and bash the heads in of those assholes that put them in there in the first place.

 

It took about twenty minutes before they found a cave, a bit to the side on the rock a type of Ivy grew. With some effort they pulled it over the small entrance to the cave, this hideout will have to do.

 

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Viggo can hunt, of course he can. He just didn’t need to, his men, barbaric as always, did a good enough job. He had other things to do, like continue planning how to get rid of Hiccup. Or the administration for the next auction. Only, he has a plan for Hiccup and the next auction was four months away.

 

He found himself walking to (y/n)’s room, with the masons and talons set in hand. “(y/n)?” he waited for a moment, no response. “Are you awake?” silence again, he sighed and manoeuvred the game set in a way so he could open the door.

 

Empty.

 

He walked in, yesterday their bag had been in the middle of the room, now it was no where to be seen. He put the set down on the bed, which was made. He felt underneath the cover, cold. (y/n)’s been gone for a while. They ran away, no doubt about it. If they took everything, they ran. That’s what Margret had explained before they set sail.

 

Frustrated, he made way to Ryker. “What are you doing out here?” he asks, raising an eye at Viggo. The younger brother usually didn’t show his face unless there was  a problem, also know as the Dragon Riders showing up.

 

“(y/n) is gone.” He responded, Ryker looked confused. “What do you mean ‘gone’?” Viggo send him a glare and his brother seemed to understand. “They can’t be far.” Viggo gave him a nod and supressed an ‘oh really? They can’t get far on a tiny island? I’m so surprised.’ Instead he said “I’ll take the west side, you take the east.”

 

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This guy sucked. He sucked and it’s not even dick he’s sucked no it’s the ‘he’s an asshole’ type of sucked. (y/n) would have vibed with the first type of sucked, they’re not a monster. Viggo on the other hand, is. Making a profit of these creatures. What a bitch.

 

The cave is uncomfortable, its tiny. The entrance barely let them pass and getting their bags in here was a struggle. By now (y/n) knew what kind of business they were meant to take over if they stayed. Not that they would stay…

 

Uh oh

 

Idea time.

 

If they stayed and played pretend long enough maybe they’d be able to take over and change it. But in the time that will take they’d have to learn everything about killing dragons and the whole hunting business. They really didn’t want that, hel, they did not have the patience to deal with that.

 

Oh well, if you regret decisions life gets hard. Harder than it already is. If (y/n) started worrying about every small detail than there would be no time for fun or insulting ugly hoes. Like Ryker, gods he just gets uglier every time they see him.

 

And besides, (y/n) knows a foster never turn into adoption for them. Its just not meant to be and the teen has made peace with that forever ago. It’s better like this, away from people, alone on an island with nothing but some extra clothes and something to keep their mind occupied…

 

Uh oh part 2

 

They have no supplies. Nights get cold, freezing most of the time. With no supplies they can’t make a proper hideout and stay alive. After the hunters leave they’ll have to hope to find something edible and a place to sleep. This tiny cave would not do, its good for now but the sharp edges of the wall sticking into (y/n)’s back were sure to irritate their skin and cause more problems than they already have. Why can’t their impulsive decisions ever turn out the way they need them to? It’s getting ridiculous.

 

They’ve been sitting in this cold, damp, little cave for what felt like weeks when they heard leaves crunching outside. It’s either a smallish dragon or a human, bipedal by the sound of it. Narrows it down to a young Nadder or a human…

 

(y/n) is going to bet on human. “I swear I’m going to skin this kid alive when I find them.” Ew its horrid goatee man. And, no he’s not. That’s a kink (y/n) is not into. Not that they’re really into anything, that’s gross.

 

“Ack-!” The teen cried out as a hand stuck through the vines and unceremoniously ripped them out of the cave. “Dude! That fucking hurts you asshole.” The grumbled at him as they ripped their arm out of his grip, now needing to repair their sleeves and a tear at their side where the material got stuck on the rocks.

 

“Deal with it, you little-“ Ryker started but (y/n) cut him off. “Safe it! Go find someone else for your sadistic little business I’m OUT.” They said, snatching their bags from the cave and started speed walking off.

 

“And what are we supposed to tell Orphan Island when we don’t return for the official adoption?” Ryker asked as he walked after them. “It spells: D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.” they said with in an angry tone as they turned around to look at his face. He raised an eyebrow at them. “Does it look like I give a fuck?” they said in a sing-song voice with the sassy tone only one of their calibre could muster.

 

Ryker looked baffled again before bursting out laughing. “Okay kid, stop throwing a temper tantrum. We’re leaving the moment we get on the ships.” He said, trying to put a hand on their back to lead them back to the place they docked. “Nuh uh” the teen said and dashed away in a sprint.  Which is a dumb move considering they’re on a round island that’s pretty much just woodland. And they’ve got shit stamina.

 

They could feel, and hear, Ryker storming after them. Oh damn, they forgot to kick him in the groin to gain some advantage. Carrying two pretty heavy bags doesn’t really help their situation. Making a sharp turn, one where they had to lean on a hand to actually make the turn, they hoped Ryker 1. Wasn’t flexible enough and 2. That he enjoys the hand full dirt (y/n) threw at his face with a ‘Yeet’.

 

Ryker screamed - Looks like they hit a nerve, noice - and yelled something at them that they did not care for and therefore did not listen.

 

‘Just keep running, just keep running, just keep running running running’ a voice in their sang, where they enjoying the fact they hurt Ryker? Yes. They ran around a large builder with a laugh, they couldn’t hear Ryker anymore.

 

That happiness was short lived however when for the second time today they got yanked. This time by the back of their shirt “And where do you think you’re going?”

 

Uh oh part 3

 

It’s Viggo, they’ve really fucked up now. “Ooohh hhhiiii” they responded, turning their head to face him slightly, as  much as they could atleast with him keeping their shirt in a tight fist. (y/n) felt a bit like a cat being grabbed by the scruff. They tried to smile, it was more an awkward half smile half grimace. “Come here often?” With a sigh Viggo released their shirt and (y/n) looked down at the ground while crossing their arms.

 

“Are you not going to explain yourself?” Ugh, he already sounded like most of the foster parents. He took their silence as a no and put a hand on their shoulder again and started walking them back to the beach. After a few minutes of walking he spoke up again “Might I ask why you decided to run away?”

 

(y/n) had to think about their answer, their plan from earlier is their best option now. So they shrugged and kicked a little rock. “Seemed like a smart thing” they said in a quiet voice “You set a new record… haven’t been caught this fast before.”

 

 

Notes:

I honestly don't know what happened while writing this. I feel like the writing is a bit uneven and not that good? Let me know what you think, Kudos and comments are aprechiated