#viggo x reader

[handsomemilo]

may I request some dating viggo headcanons pls?👀💖 and maybe even dating snotlout headcanons?

Dating Viggo Grimborn

NOT MY GIF

Notes: I already did Snotlout dating headcanons so it's just Viggo, I'm pretty sure the Snotlout one is on the Masterlist, if not I'll have to sort that out

This is assuming you're not a dragon rider

He keeps you away from his business as much as possible.

He may be very prideful of it and want to show off his greatest work, but he's very aware of the risks that comes with being with him

If anything he tries to make it seem like you don't exist, not in a way that means to be harmful to you but that keeps you safe

That's all he wants, you safe and happy

He buys you little gifts such as jewellery, outfits, notebooks, just books to read.

Mostly anything you want that is within his grasp

He would honestly love coming back to you after a day of being riled up by the Dragon Riders

Just be calm with him and he'll open up about his problems

He actually seems like he would be very closed off in the beginning of the relationship

Like he's cautious because he doesn't want you to affect business.

He is the savvy business man after all

He would never let you near any of his stuff until he could prove that you are just someone he randomly came across one day

Play Maces and Talons with him

Please

He gets so bored playing with the same people who use the same tactics, time and time again

He enjoys it especially if you don't know how to play

Teaching you will be one of his fav passtimes

Hold him

He needs it

Don't ask why, just do

After he's fallen into the Volcano, please don't touch his scar

It brings up such painful memories

He may let you after a while but not soon after the incident

SORRY ABOUT HOW SHORT THIS IS!!

I really need to keep working on my Redbubble and my fic on Wattpad so this had to get out a bit rushed

[shangchiswife]

dating aragorn headcanons!

hi guys this is the first time in a while that i've written something so i hope that you enjoy. i just recently rewatched lord of the rings and i'm obsessed with aragorn again so here are some headcanons!

aragorn x gn!reader

Aragorn is the biggest gentleman ever. You basically won the lottery when you started dating him.

The lyrics “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman” are about him 100%. Taylor Swift you are not slick at all.

Do not be fooled by his rugged looks, this man is the biggest romantic. He will plan the most romantic dates for the two of you even when he’s busy trying to be King. Even when he’s busy with his kingly duties he will still find a way to shower you with affection. Whether it’s leaving little love notes on your nightstand or bringing you a flower bouquet, he always wants you to make sure that you know that he’s thinking about you.

Aragorn’s love language is through acts of service. He wants to do everything for you. You are his first priority. You’re not feeling well? He’ll drop everything in his schedule to make sure you’re alright. Your weapons aren’t clean? He’ll clean them no problem. You’re cold? Bro will gladly take off his shirt and give it to you so that you’re not cold anymore.

When you guys were trekking through Middle Earth this man made sure that you got as much rest as possible

“Aragorn it’s my turn to take watch” you had said, rubbing your eyes with exhaustion. He walked over to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “You’re still tired, rest, sweet one, I’ll take care of it.” “But-” “No buts,” he said as he pushed you down gently. “Alright well I’m taking your shift tomorrow night,” you grumbled as you put your head in his lap and immediately fell asleep.

Let's just say he didn’t let you take the shift the next day.

He is soooo overprotective of you. He’s always been very protective over those he cares about but he’s especially protective over you since you’re his number one priority. Aragorn's actions are driven by genuine concern and love. He simply cannot bear the thought of losing those he holds dear and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe.

He’s the person who taught you how to fight. You were so embarrassingly bad at first but Aragorn never once made fun of you. He was patient even as you started getting annoyed with training. He was determined to make you a great fighter and it worked.

During the fellowship, you fought fearlessly alongside Aragorn and took down hundreds of orcs together. At one point, Merry even playfully called you guys a power couple because of how hard you both fought together, which made you both grin at each other.

You and Aragorn are basically the hobbits’ parents. They all love you so much and look up to you both with the utmost respect. You both admire them a lot too. Their loyalty and determination never fail to inspire both of you to keep going, even when things get tough and the future feels uncertain.

You’re also best friends with Gimli and Legolas. They have so much respect for you. They are also always trying to one-up each other when it comes to you so they can be your favorite. Spoiler alert you could never choose between them!

Gimli often pretends to be grossed out by displays of affection between you and Aragorn, and likes to tease the two of you with mock disgust. “Oh, just get a room already!” he’d say which would make you and Aragorn laugh. However, deep down, he secretly harbors a soft spot for romance and enjoys witnessing the love and affection between you two. He may grumble and groan about it on the surface, but in reality, he finds it heartwarming to see the bond you share and the happiness you bring each other. 

Aragorn isn’t really big on PDA but once you’re alone together, he's affectionate and attentive, making sure you feel cherished and cared for in every moment you share.

In public, he keeps it subtle with affection, but every now and then, he'll gently caress your palms or hold your hand, just enough to let you know he's there. It's his quiet way of showing love without drawing too much attention.

This man loves to give you forehead kisses. Whether you're feeling on top of the world or weighed down by the challenges of the day, Aragorn's forehead kisses are his way of saying that he’s always going to be there for you.

You often find yourself snuggled against his chest, your hand resting over his heart while his arm encircles you protectively. His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, a soothing sensation that relaxes you. 

He also has the softest singing voice. It’s so pretty. He mostly sings old Elvish tunes but sometimes he’ll sing some songs in English.

You and Aragorn both share a love for animals, and you often find yourselves adopting stray creatures in need of a home. He's clearly a dog person through and through (I don't make the rules), but he has a soft spot for cats as well.

You love it when Aragorn tells you stories about his past. Whenever he starts recounting his adventures, you're all ears, completely mesmerized by his past. Secretly he loves your fascination with his stories and it fills him with a quiet sense of warmth.

You have a shared love for adventure and often find yourselves exploring new places together, whether it's hiking through scenic landscapes or just going around Gondor.

He is also the best listener. You tend to yap a lot but he does not seem to care at all. He will listen attentively, asking questions every so often, drinking in your every word. He always wants to make sure that you feel heard. 

Aragorn also dreams about starting a family with you. He's always imagined the joy of being a father and raising children together, but he'll only take that step if you're both on board and excited about it. Your comfort and readiness are his top priorities, and he wants nothing more than to embark on this adventure together, hand in hand.

[allzelemonz]

I went on AO3 for fics and was disappointed yet again, so I made a list of who I'm vibing right now. All of them had under ten fics (not counting my own). Who should I tackle first?

[luna-writes-stuff]

Francesca, Aragorn

Song link

Fanfic, gn! reader

Angst with fluffy ending

Word count: 2651

Tw: Mentions of battle/injuries/deaths. Mourning and loss and whatnot. Aftermath of the Battle of Helm’s Deep.

Summary: When you joined the fellowship, it was in order to protect the ring bearer. You had never been in a true fight, nor had you ever slain anyone before. Your first battle had been a gruesome one, and you struggle to compose yourself afterwards. Aragorn comes to your room to comfort you.

Requested by @rebelbagel . You initially wanted Until It Sleeps, but when I was writing it, I realised the fic was pretty much exactly the same to this one (hurt/comfort). This one was written for someone else who didn’t want to be tagged, but I decided to combine it with your request! I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I still hope you like it <;33

Buy me a coffee/force me to write more

“Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me? Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?”

You weren’t a fighter. Never had been. You’d never even killed someone to begin with, and that would say a lot considering the life of a ranger. You knew how to hunt, you knew how to hide, but you would never fight unless there had been no other option. And in all your years, the need for it had never been apparent.

You should have known better when you joined the fellowship. You had met Aragorn years earlier, and began travelling together shortly after. You had aided him in bringing the hobbits to safety in Bree, after which you swore to protect him and the ring bearer. You knew the journey would be a dangerous one, and you would never get through it without fighting, however much you wished to have held the same positivity as Merry and Pippin.

You had gotten the relatively easy route initially. Your first kill had been an Uruk-Hai, and though still terrifying, you didn’t feel much remorse for it afterwards - they were ruthless killers to begin with.

But everything quickly went downhill after the Battle of Helm’s Deep. The desperate screams of the women, the final shouts of fallen men, rain water turning red upon reaching the floor, and the abandoned weapons. You had expected to calm down once the battle had been over and you were free to return to your appointed chambers, but somehow, the feeling of desperation and grief only seemed to grow at the impending silence. The second you had entered the room, you had sat down on the bed, simply staring ahead, your eyes glued at the wall, hyper aware of all sounds around you.

“Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change. My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?”

You could still hear the sobbing and praying in the square, followed by footsteps in the keep and hushed whispers which you couldn’t quite decipher. But most heartbreaking of all were the mothers crying out for their lost children. Your fight did not lie with the people of Rohan - you had fought alongside them. Yet, it felt as if you were to blame for all this pain.

Familiar footsteps were heard coming up the hall, before gently halting in front of your door. You wanted to call out, be it to dismiss him or to invite him, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to make any noise. So when he knocked and you remained silent, he let himself in.

“You should let someone see your injuries,” He remarked kindly, having already taken note of your sudden silence after the battle. He knew better than to comment on the whole ordeal immediately. You merely shrugged at him, your eyes slowly falling onto his figure. He sighed as he observed you, silently closing the door behind him before nearing you.

He didn’t say anything as he sat down beside you, his own injuries seemingly not having been attended to as well. You didn’t tease him for it. Not now. You just stared back at the blank wall, your mind replaying the scenes that had occurred only moments earlier.

“If someone asked me at the end. I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again.”

His hand on yours is what slowly pulled you out of your mind and back to the present. You didn’t know what to say. No words would make up for what you had seen or what you had felt. It just felt wrong. All of it did.

“The people of Rohan will be safe now,” Aragorn tried to console, but you interrupted him halfway. “These are mothers,” your finger pointed towards the window, where sobbing was still audibly heard. “And they just lost their children.” Then, your head turned slightly, your eyes trailing up to meet his. “How do you cope with that?”

Sincerity and sympathy formed in his eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows together, visibly contemplating what to say next: “We can’t linger on that which is already lost.” You just scoffed at that, shaking your head lightly. “That sounds easy.” He dared risk a little smile at that, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

You tried to copy his smile, forcing happiness onto your features. A single choked sob escaped you as the lump in your throat began to build, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to push the feeling down. You didn’t see nor hear Aragorn push closer to you until his arms were around you.

“If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again.”

He didn’t speak as you broke down in his arms. Your hands clung tightly to the back of his shirt, your face buried against his chest as your body shook with your sobs. You had endured hardship before this travel, and had seen enough of it during your travel, but it suddenly seemed to become too much. Inexplicable grief washes over you. Grief for people you fought with; whose names you might not have known, but who you would have laid your life down for.

The aftermath seemed to simply be the breaking point. When all adrenaline had worn off and reality had begun to settle in. The moment you realised what you have done and what it had cost. The aching in your body seemed all the more visible now, but somehow it hadn’t even come close to the mental turmoil soaring through your body.

If this is what Aragorn had felt during all his earlier battles, you weren’t quite sure how you would manage after that. You had sworn to protect Frodo, and though he wasn’t near now, you would gladly give your life to pave the way for him. However, now you wanted nothing more than to simply stay here and help everyone build the keep back up again.

“I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life. If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I would do it again.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you admitted through sobs, too embarrassed to look back up at him, even though you were sure he wouldn’t have minded. Be that as it may, you heard his gentle voice soothing you, shushing you before speaking: “I understand.”

You didn’t know what you expected him to say, but you would have at least anticipated some resistance. Some voice of reassurance telling you that you would be okay. That it was simply all in your head and that there was no reason to be stuck up on this. You would have anticipated anything but him telling you that he simply understood.

If this was your moment and your decision to stay, he wouldn’t even fight you on it. You and him both knew that you staying here would only make the destruction of Mordor and Sauron more difficult, but Aragorn was willing to risk it all just to let you handle on your own boundaries. If you hadn’t already fallen for him before, you might have just done it all over now.

“For all that was said Of where we'd end up at the end of it. When the heart would cease. Ours never knew peace. What good would it be on the far side of things?”

The hurricane of anguish and anger slowly settled as you properly processed his two words, your crying eventually dying down, though his grip did not fade.

Finally, you looked up at him, confusion on your face. “What if I were to stay? Are you not going to ask me with you?” “Why should I?” He countered softly, no ill intentions on his tongue. “Of course I would want nothing more than you beside me, but who am I to force you into a fight you do not wish to be part of?”

You couldn’t suppress the slight scoff in your throat as his words. Shaking your head lightly, you rested it back upon his chest, his hold now more comfortable than soothing. “This fight requires everyone to take part,” you lectured quietly. “Sauron takes no neutral opponents.”

Instead of a verbal response, he lowered his head lightly, placing a kiss in your hair, letting it linger for a while.

“It was too soon When that part of you was ripped away. A grip taking hold Like a cancer that grows Each piece of your body that it takes.”

“If you wish to stay here, I will let you.” He confessed, his voice a mumble against your skin. You would have loved to stay and get caught up in a fairy tale where you didn’t have to face the consequences of your actions, nor keep to the promises you had made. But you knew better than to remain there that was safe and false.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, hesitation clear in your voice. A heavy sigh came from you as your shoulders drooped. “It was all so much.”

Aragorn hummed in understanding, his hands squeezing you slightly, before parting from your hold. “The aftermath of a battle is the hardest part of fighting.” When you nodded at him, he continued: “But it also reminds me of why to never stop fighting. If I had not, I do not think I would have been on the right side of history.”

Again, you couldn’t help but smile slightly, wiping the tears from your face as you tried to forget about your breakdown seconds prior. “You want to leave a legacy.” You voiced.

“Though I know my heart would break I'll tell them put me back in it. Darling, I would do it again.”

“Yes,” he admitted. “But not for the world.” Then, he rose from his seat on the bed, now making way to the window, observing the people walking around on the battle-ridden fields. “For those who properly knew me. I do not want to die, knowing I could have fought.”

He turned around at his own words, dropping his head to the side as if hearing his own advice for the first time. “You live. That is why you keep fighting.”

You wanted to believe him. He seemed so confident about his own speech that it nearly enticed you as well. But as you followed his footsteps and came faced with that which you had dreaded this entire time, your expression fell again: “What about those who lost their kin. Their loved ones?”

Aragorn followed your gaze, spotting an elderly woman weeping at the tears of an older soldier - one who you could have only guessed to be her spouse. Empathy came to Aragorn’s senses. Yes; he did feel bad for the people. It was, in a way, his responsibility to keep them safe. And though a great half of them had been alive, he could not say so for the rest. Yet, he kept his head high: “It is not up to us to determine their sorrow, nor force ourselves into their narratives. Let them grieve in their own way.”

“If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again.”

Your hand found him as you stood beside him, your head leaning on his shoulder as you observed the people. You could understand his point, and you wanted to feel that way as well. But words were easier spoken than actions were executed.

“Yes, lives were lost,” the man continued. “But there always will be. We remember those who have fallen and fight our next battles in their honour. There is no dignity in dying for salvation.”

‘There is no dignity in dying for salvation’. Those were words that you could understand. Words that you might have believed and emphasised with. He did have a natural skill for great speeches. You voiced this to him: “Spoken like a true king.”

“I am no leader.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Before he could bring his argument, you interrupted him, pointing towards Théoden, who was speaking to a small group of men: “I think the people would disagree.” Then, you looked up at him, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I think I would disagree.”

“I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life. If I could hold you for a minute. Darling, I would do it again.”

He reciprocated your look, that somehow permanent and effortless expression of gratitude and love written on his face. “I would have you; king or no king.” He spoke sincerely. “I do not care for the thoughts of others.”

In any other scenario, you could have easily said something back. But the comment seemed to come out of thin air, taking you by surprise. Regardless of the amount of times he had expressed his love to you verbally, it could still take you aback at times. Your face heated at his words, a flustered ‘thank you’ spilling from your lips as you forced your eyes to the mountains ahead.

Darkness loomed there, the sky having turned almost black. If there had been any sunlight left, it was not in the east of Middle-Earth. Helm’s Deep appeared to be the final destination of a little sliver of light, its luminescence faint, but apparent. It reminded you of what you had yet to face. That this battle might not be the most difficult one yet. Perhaps you were right to stay. It would certainly be the safer option.

But there was no point in being on the wrong side of history.

“I would not change it each time Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I.”

“I could not stay,” you ultimately decided aloud. “If I can do anything about the terror of Sauron, I should. His defeat is near, I know this.”

A snicker of relief came from Aragorn as he let go of your hand. “You have great hope in Sam and Frodo,” he shared. “Keep it; hope is your greatest weapon.”

“No,” you dismissed. “My weapon is my greatest weapon. And maybe you.” Finally, a genuine smile climbed on his face. No assuring chuckles or elevating grins; a genuine, relieved smile. “Maybe me?” “If you were not here to tell me all this, I don’t think I would have walked with you to the ends of the earth.” “You do not have to,” Aragorn tried to convince, but your mind was already made up.

“No, I’m going to.”

“I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I.”

His arm wrapped around you as he pulled you into his side, a hum of acknowledgment vibrating through him. “Then I am glad to have you at my side.”

You turned your head to the side, leaning down to place a kiss on the hand that held your arm. In response, the fingers flexed slightly; a signal of near affection and endearment. If he could not voice it, he would show it.

“I’ll fight,” you hummed, nodding your head towards the square in front of you. “For them. And for all who might follow them.”

And though a fight against Sauron sounded terrifying, you found yourself oozing with new-found confidence, if not some sort of comfort. A legacy; not for the people of Middle-Earth, but for your kin. Something to remember you by. If you were to go down, you weren’t doing it by giving up. You would do it beside him, fighting for those who cannot. And somehow, that seemed more peaceful than you imagined war to sound like.

“I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I.”

[aceswritingcorner]

Yandere Viggo Headcanons

He will stop at nothing to find you

He will search the entire archipelago to find what he wants (and even beyond it)

Just like the search for the dragon eye, he will find a way to anything he wants

–Including deceiving, trickery, thievery (kidnapping), etc.

There is relatively no escape from him

If you are a dragon rider, he will capture your dragon just to get to you

–He will also try to get you to turn to his side and away from other riders

From what’s shown, it would be extremely hard to hide from him, ranging from Viggo’s intelligence -how he plans and understands his opponents, all the way to his control and fear of others-

–No matter what, ultimately, he will end up finding you and making sure you won’t be able to leave

He would be extremely territorial, he won’t even let his brother near you unless he’s there

If you’re capable of challenging him, or beating him in something -i.e. Maces and Talons- that would make him want you more

Although he will be annoyed if you warn Hiccup about his plans, although Hiccup is unlikely to listen

Once he does capture you, he treats it like a game of cat and mouse

—He won’t let you out of his sight, but will talk about his plans, knowing that the others don’t trust you

If you prefer being alone/not in a group of riders, then he’ll keep an eye on you and where you ride

He will try to let you join willingly but if that doesn’t work, Viggo won’t be afraid to use force

[noahideahwrites]

Scent Headcanon — Httyd Omegas

Notes: I have rewatched Race to the Edge so many times, I know it's plot by heart now.

Warnings: spoilers of Race to the Edge on Viggo's, might contain grammar errors

»» Dagur smells like a campfire and wood, with all the time he spent on a boat while he worked with the dragon hunters, he also has a faint smell of the ocean. When he gets mad, his scent becomes smoky, like an entire fire.

»» Because of his hobbies and workaholic tendencies, Hiccup's scent has merged with the things he uses. So he smells like a mixture of ink, paper, leather, and metal. When he gets angry his scent spikes and the metal smell becomes way stronger than the others.

»» Because of Hookfang's ability to set themselves on fire, also all of the fightings Snotlout gets in, he lost most of his natural scent, so people can only smell the burnt leather and smoke. But when he gets angry, his actual scent comes out more, so he smells like mango and fresh-cut grass.

»» Now Viggo's scent changes after he falls into the volcano. Before he smelt like ocean, wood, and river stones, but now he smells like burnt skin, fire, and ash. When angry his smell also becomes smoky, but is quite intoxicating and not in a good way, so he tends to control it.

[jadeddangel]

How to train your Dragon Masterlist

Hiccup:

Hiccup x reader headcannons

Heather:

Nothing yet...

Astrid:

Nothing yet...

Dagger:

Nothing yet...

Viggo:

Nothing yet...

Requests: Open

[chrism02]

You are fantastic so is your writing. Will do alfreds animation character like viggo grimborn?

Thank you for the nice words. 🤗 This is not what I originally wanted to do, but seeing as I didn't get the chance to see the movies I wanted to use for the crossover, this is the result.

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[vivisandg]

‼️I NEED SUGGESTIONS‼️

I now have a WATTPAD account(finally😂😭)! And I may or may not need suggestions/requests for a fic(we’ll start with a one shot to experiment💀). I’ll have the link to my wattpad in my bio FAST-TRAVEL 👉 https://www.tumblr.com/vivisandg || IMPORTANT STUFF AT VERY BOTTOM

Let’s start with stuff I will write:

Smut

Pregnancy stuff

Any sexual orientation(les/gay/straight/bi/etc.) and any genders(she/he/they)

Kinky stuff(WILL FURTHER EXPLAIN IN THE NOTS⬇️)

Fluff

Flirty(if I can even write that😭🤟)

Slow burn

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

And the fandoms that I will list below the NOTS

Stuff I will NOT write:

Age gap(3 yr tops)

Illegal age gaps

Pedo kinks and knife play

Somnopheilia

Torture(as kink, if the story has it in the plot then yes)

Anime stuff(IM SORRY)

If smut, no anal, it just sounds gross, sorry

Now the fandoms… these are just fandoms that I know fs I can write, I am open to anything, I’d just have to do research.

Maze Runner(James Dashner)

Criminal Minds

Percy Jackson(Rick Riordan)

Heroes of Olympus(Rick Riordan)

Hunger Games(Suzanne Collins)

Divergent(Veronica Roth)

Red Queen(Victoria Aveyard)

Young Elites(Marie Lu)

The Giver???(Lois Lowry)

Twilight(Stephanie Meyers)

Httyd: all movies, Riders of Berk, Race to the Edge(Cressida Cowell)

Harry Potter (J.K Rowling)

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them(J.K Rowling)

Fifty Shades of Grey(E.L James)

This is all I could think of for the time being, feel free to request a new fandom or specific character from a fandom. I will list the characters that I will write for and maybe what those writes will entail in another the post here after this one. Thank you!!❤️

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

@evilwriter37

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

i wrote a thing for you

[paarthurnax59]

The man to portray Orobas, a Prince of Hell. The very talented Viggo Mortensen!!!!😁 This is going to be sooooooo fun to write with Viggo Mortensen as our demonic tormenter in "Living Without You".

[allzelemonz]

Dragons Know Things: Viggo Grimborn X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Soulmate Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Viking typical violence, minor injuries, hunters are hunters, Reader is an older dragon rider Summary: Shot down during a storm by the dragon hunters, you meet their leader.

There’s something about the sky tonight. Something that makes the dragons uneasy. Hiccup knows it and he’s egging them on, trying to get them through this as fast as possible. Your dragon follows Meatlug, making sure these kids get through things alright as a storm brews above them. Meatlug has never been the fastest, even with all of the supportive words from the group she can only beat her little wings so much.

So, of course, it falls on you to push her and Fishlegs out of the way when something comes through the clouds. Meatlug roars with the sound of the surrounding thunder and your dragon yelps when you both feel the net close around you. Through the rain, thunder, and clashes of lightning it’s hard to hear everyone else.

It wouldn’t be so bad if not for the spinning. All you can do is cling to the saddle and hope you land on anything that isn’t too hard. Through the heavy beating of the rain you feel your dragon’s wings close around you protectively before you hit the water. Your arms close around your torso, trying to keep yourself warm as the water, much colder than the rain, freezes your core.

You’re not in the water for long.

The bubbles escape your mouth, you’re unable to hold in the air as a strong tug pulls you from the water. The chilling air is no more welcoming than the water, but your dragon’s wings shield you from the brunt of it. The laughing and shouts become clear as the net turns you upside down and hangs you and your dragon above the deck of a boat for all of the crew to see.

“Rider!”

One of them shouts above all of the others. Everyone turns to see you, not quite completely concealed by your dragon’s wings. There’s clamoring as some of them rush below deck. You struggle against the net, trying to reach the knife on your belt, but the ropes are too tight around you. The noise dies down as someone comes up from below deck. You catch a glimpse from between the wings and the ropes — Viggo Grimborn. Hiccup had told everyone about him and his hunters, they’re the reason Stoick insisted an older Viking accompany the kids on their expeditions.

“A rider indeed.” Viggo signals the net’s operator.

The net lowers and flattens on the deck below you. The hunters swarm, weapons trained on your dragon, as a few others rip you from the saddle and the net. They drag you across the deck and hold you still for their boss to see. You look up to meet Viggo’s eyes, and as you do, your dragon roars louder than they ever have. When you look back at them, permitted only by the shock factor making your restraints loosen their grip, the dragon’s eyes are glowing as bright as fire and they hold a look that could kill.

They thrash, as if they have enhanced strength, and break through the net. The startled hunters can’t react fast enough as the dragon attacks. The hunters restraining you have loosened their grip enough for you to push away. The crowd of hunters is easy to get through, you’re at your dragon’s side in seconds. You get yourself back in the saddle as a fireball hits the harpoon gun. Your dragon takes off in the next second, aiming for high above the clouds.

The light in their eyes disappears as you get further up, further away from Viggo. There’s nothing up above the clouds, Hiccup got the rest of the kids away. You direct your dragon away from the ships and get out of their range as fast as you can. The hunters are behind you, and there’s only a scrape on your head to show for it.

The landing on Dragon’s Edge is rough. Your dragon is minorly injured and exhausted. Once you get them out of their saddle they shuffle to their stall and sleep. The scrape on their leg isn't bad and should heal naturally. You don’t have the energy to get to your bed, but Hiccup and Astrid help you there. In the silence, you feel the realization wash over you. The stories fill your head again. The glowing eyes, the greater strength of a dragon, a sign of a true pair.

In the old days, a newly united couple would go out to hunt a dragon. And dragons, when met by such a great force as two Vikings meant to hunt together, could tell they were in for a difficult fight. They would gain the means to make it even, greater strength, increased shot limit, anything they may need. A sort of natural instinct in response to what Vikings used to call soulmates.

And your dragon did all of that when you looked into the eyes of Viggo Grimborn.

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 14: Paper Rings, Aragorn

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Fanfic, gn!reader

Fluff, slight hurt/comfort

Word count: 2790

Tw: Royal wedding traditions, self doubt (Aragorn), hurt/comfort. It’s so fluffy omg

Summary: The night before the wedding is meant to be spend apart from each other. But the rooms are cold alone, and you find yourself longing for Aragorn more. And when you do encounter him, you find he has insecurities of his own to deal with.

“The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet. Now I've read all of the books beside your bed.”

Your anxiety was through the roof. This was your last night spent alone in your room. You were to wed Aragorn the next day, but it was expected for you to catch some sleep before the big event.

But tradition told that it was forbidden for the pair to see each other the night before the wedding. And you usually spend your nights with Aragorn. Leaving you alone in your room was the stupidest thing they could have done, for now you were not only anxious, but cold as well.

The maidens had stoked the fire for you, so though it should warm the room, the blankets felt colder than they ever had. Lone moonlight shone through the windows as leaves would occasionally tickle the glass. The sounds did nothing to soothe you.

And so, you did the one thing that made sense. You had to see him.

“The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

Stalking through the halls, you made sure to keep your footsteps light. No one had to wake up because of you. If they caught you, they would send you back to your room anyway.

Where you had been cold earlier, you were now positively freezing. The halls were much colder than the rooms had been, the tiles and entirely different story altogether. But you were set on getting that extra piece of warmth tonight.

“Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life.”

Looking around the corner twice, you silently ran up to Aragorn’s door, your cloak trailing behind you. You found it surprising to not see any guards at his door. That, or you found them in the middle of their shift.

Rapping your knuckles around the door thrice, you heard a hum from the other side of the door, acknowledging your presence.

“Will you let me in before they see me?” You whispered against the wood, keeping your eyes fixed on the gigantic halls.

Shuffling was heard from within the room, before the door opened slowly, a loud creak bouncing off the stone walls. Hissing upon the sound, you pushed yourself in the space between the door and the doorstep, nudging the door slightly as you made your way in.

Aragorn couldn’t even comment on your presence yet; you were closing the door before he even dared to ask you why you were there.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

“Why are you stalking the halls this hour?” He wondered, turning you around by your shoulders so you were to face him.

You grinned sheepishly, forming your lips in a thin line.

“I was cold.”

“Cold?” He repeated, not sure whether he had heard you correctly or not.

“Yes. The bed is rather big when you’re used to someone snoring away beside you.” You answered, placing your cloak over one of the chairs in front of the vanity, before sitting down on the rug in front of the hearth.

“Did they not stoke for you?” Aragorn asked, walking up to his bed and grabbing a furred blanket.

“They did,” you hummed, warming your hands over the fire. “But I was still cold.”

“And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

“I am sorry if I offended your tradition.” You apologised as he sat down next to you, placing the blanket over your shoulders. “I would not be here lest I really needed to.”

“I know,” he agreed, rubbing your arms a couple of times to keep you warm, that everlasting serene look on his face. “I was to leave it up to you regardless. Traditions form houses, but not all change is evil.”

You smiled at that, shaking your head in humour, relishing under his touch. “Poetic as ever, I hear.”

“In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want.”

The youthful glint in his eyes remained as he leaned in closer, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your head.

“There was a reason you chose to spend your life with me.”

“Well, you were a king.” You joked, earning a mocking glare from the Gondorian.

“Lost king,” he corrected. “And, thank you.”

“Be grateful for it, darling,” you commented, grabbing his arm with both your hands, leaning into it. “Now, you can never get rid of me.”

“In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue.”

Aragorn hummed in content, seemingly lost in thought. You could not blame him. Moments like this offered you true peace; in front of the hearth with your beloved, a bright future ahead.

Unbeknownst to you, Aragorn was lost in those thoughts as well. But the less pleasant thoughts.

Gondor had been taken by his hand only months prior, and it had been an entire ordeal thus far. Halls were to be rebuild, homes needed renovation, and the loss of soldiers and citizens from the war was beyond count. Aragorn became king of a broken kingdom, with less citizens than it had ever held before. Even the amount of children roaming the streets had been depressing since Pelennor Fields.

“Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so.”

“It seems absurd,” he voiced, drawing your attention. “We met as mere rangers, not even familiar with one’s names. And now, we are to be wed. Rulers of a kingdom.”

A slight rush of heat to your face caught you off-guard. Aragorn always made remarks like that without warning. They were kind, and endearing. But unexpected nonetheless.

“You seem to be doing a great job so far.” You praised, trying to shake off your blush. But instead of the usual appreciative response, your soon-to-be-husband now remained silent

And you knew him better than to shake it off as him not paying attention, or giving you a silent answer.

“Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life.”

“Pleasant thoughts?” You tried, grabbing his hand and rubbing circles on the back of it, trying to soothe him.

“No,” he admitted, looking down at your hands. “Quite on the contrary.”

You let out a quiet ‘ah’ of understanding, nodding with your words. You wouldn’t vocally tell him to explain. He’d do it regardless of your actions or words.

“This kingdom hasn’t looked this damaged in years. We lost so many people in battle, it has become difficult to repair anything in the time I have been seated at this throne.”

“Heavy is the head on which rests the crown.” You mused in understanding. “But you must understand; you are not alone. Your people are behind you. You have got your friends, your wards. You have me.”

Now, he turned his head towards yours, his eyebrows furrowed together in silent desperation. He did that often.

It was a look you had grown to hate.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

“Kingdoms aren’t built in fortnights, months. Not even years. They aren’t something that is fixed with the clap of your hands; they have issues.” You went on, trying to offer reconciliation.

“But your people are happy with you. The streets and structures might not look it, but the people behind it have been at your full support since you helped vanquish the dark shadows of Mordor. They gave you not only their respect, but their patience. Is that not all that is needed?”

Then, finally, a tiny smile began to form on his face, those worried lines on his forehead slowly disappearing as his eyes set gentle again.

“And they should be glad to have you at their head as of tomorrow.” He praised. “With words and speeches like these, you will give them hope again.”

“And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

Now it was your turn to smile, letting your head rest on Aragorn’s shoulder.

“I cannot give them what they already hold. I can only amplify that.”

“And don’t you ever stop doing it,” he encouraged, resting his head atop yours, wrapping one of his arms around your figure as he drew you closer.

The body proximity plus the blanket and the hearth was enough to let the warmth return to your body. Your feet had slowly stopped feeling as if they had frozen, and your teeth were no longer clashing together.

This was exactly what you had meant when you felt the need to visit Aragorn at this hour of night.

“In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want.”

After your conversation, a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you. Anxious thoughts about the wedding had left your mind; and Aragorn was no longer left wondering about his leadership. At least for the night.

Something like this was a thing that neither of you supposed you could ever hold. It was gentle and fragile, yet it has lasted this long, that you felt as if it could face the world all over again.

The quest to Mordor had been difficult on both of you, but you refused to leave either’s side, even before the Battle of Helm’s Deep. Your loyalty and trust towards one another had grown tremendously in that amount of time. As soon as Aragorn had announced the ending of Sauron to the people of Gondor, he had asked for your hand. Not even a night nor an entire day after that. Immediately. For him, there was no doubt.

“I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”

“Is it wrong of me to say I wish to stay here tonight?” You mumbled, almost scared to break the silence. It had been so peaceful.

“No,” came his answer. “I am glad you want to.”

A light chuckle came from you as you raised your head, gazing into his eyes.

“What will the staff say when they find us in the same room tomorrow?”

A grin now formed on Aragorn’s face, his shoulders raising briefly, already imagining the looks on the faces of the guards and maidens.

“They’d be petrified.”

“Good impression for a king,” you winked, standing up from your seat on the floor, using Aragorn’s shoulders to help you get up.

“Need I remind you of your simultaneous coronation tomorrow afternoon?” He joked in a humoured tone.

“I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”

Scoffing at the words, you walked up to the bed, flinging yourself onto the pile of blankets.

“I can do this,” you whispered to yourself, suddenly realising all change for you tomorrow morning. How did they even expect you to get through this night alone?

The mattress dipped beside you, and you knew Aragorn had followed your short walk. A gentle hand was placed on your back, drawing patterns on it with a soothing gesture.

“Can we not stay in this bed tomorrow as well?” You muttered, raising your head from the blankets so Aragorn would hear you as well.

“I do not think our subjects would be pleased with that. They are expecting a royal wedding tomorrow. Parties have already been announced through the entirety of Minas Tirith.”

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right You're the one I want.”

Turning on your back, you looked up at him, placing your hands underneath your head.

“I will be ruling a kingdom tomorrow.” You realised aloud. “That is insane.”

“You will do great.” Aragorn reassured, resting against the headboard as he grabbed your head lightly, placing it on his lap.

His hands found their way into your hair, toying with the loose ends and braids, the metal clashing against his rings as it filled the quiet night air.

Shivers ran down your spine as you closed your eyes in contentment. Much was to change for you, if course, but you were glad to do it with him. How different your life would have been if you had decided to stay in another inn all those years ago. The mere thought of it made you realise how lucky you had been.

“I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh Darling, you're the one I want.”

Before you even knew it, you had drifted off into your dreams. Aragorn noticed the second your breathing evened out.

He knew you’d be anxious this night, yet, instead of voicing your worries to him, you helped him with his own insecurities. Though he grew to adore those notions, he wished you would talk to him about them. To voice your own worries so he could offer you the same comfort you had offered him.

But he was still glad to have you there. If things took turns for the worst, he knew you’d come to talk to him. For now, he was simply half you found your peace and resilience and managed to finally fall asleep.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

Gently, he had picked up your figure. Or, as best as he could from his seat. Placing you on your back, he let your head fall against a pillow, covering your body with three warm blankets. The furred rug that had been on the bed earlier, had now been abandoned in front of the hearth.

He left it there. He was not to get up now. He had grown quite tired himself, and he did not want to risk waking you up by moving around again.

And so, he laid down beside you, pushing your figure closer to his as he got comfortable. When he was sure he wouldn’t move again, he grabbed both your shoulders softly, and laid them closer to his chest, until your head fell in the crook of his neck.

You always laid like this while out in the forests with him. He figured it was his safest bet at the moment.

“And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

It did not take long for sleep to claim him as well after that. Your soft snores and the calm ambiance of the hearth in the room, lured him into his dreams swiftly.

His arms had stayed wrapped around you throughout the entire night. His head placed atop yours again, his breath brushing your hair every so often. The sound of his heartbeat subconsciously drifting you even further into your own nirvana.

It was your peace that brought him his.

“In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams You're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams Oh, you're the one I want.”

The day of tomorrow would not be any of your worries for that night. Those were worries for the next morning. The reactions of the maids were not important, nor would the talks throughout town be.

All Aragorn could think about was to have you on his side after that night. To hold your hand in front of everyone, to place that gorgeous crown on your head, and to dress you in the most lavish dresses his kingdom had to offer.

Tonight was pure peace and serenity. There was no more place for anxiety nor turmoil. Worries would have to wait for another few hours. Sometimes people can take away those negative things with the mere clap of their hands.

“You're the one I want, one I want You're the one I want, one I want.”

[benslittlestarkiller]

Hobbitlove: A Day in the Shire - Sam’s Ruminations

♡ Samwise Gamgee x Frodo Baggins ♡

Description: Sam, older, wiser, and married happily to Rosie, sits on his porch one day ruminating on his tragic love affair with Frodo.

Warnings: NSFW content, anal sex, creampie, CBT, bondage

Word Count: 1,040

♡

It was a balmy Saturday in the Shire. The gentle breeze played at the daisies, making them dance in their flowerbeds. Samwise sat outside of Bag End, smoking pipeweed and watching the birds fly to and fro. As he neared the end of his life, he reached a stage where he found himself ruminating on the past. He had grown so much since his youth when he used to garden for Mister Bilbo and then Mister Frodo after that. He had traveled to Mordor and back. Married his sweet Rosie, had beautiful children, and even became mayor. Life’s twists and turns had shown Sam more than he ever thought he would see as a young and virile Hobbit. His Rosie had died years ago and his children had left him to live their own lives. Sam looked up into the blue sky, losing himself in his memories…

It was morning, the first day of Sam’s new job as a gardener to the scandalous Mister Bilbo Baggins. Much talk of Mister Biblo was heard about the Shire and his adventures, even more talk spread when he took in his orphaned nephew Frodo. 

As Sam passed through the gate of bag end he was greeted by a handsome Hobbit he could only assume was the Frodo Baggins himself. Sam was caught off guard by Frodo’s delicate beauty. His piercing blue eyes seemed to assess Sam and then Frodo smiled and Sam was lost. 

A polite companionship bloomed between them in the coming months, the two started off just giving polite greetings but there was a magnetism that seemed to draw them together. Soon they began to chat over mundane topics and those talks together grew longer and more intense as the two Hobbits grew closer and closer.

Sam would lay in his bed at night and dream of Frodo. He saw him laughing as he played pranks. He saw his shy smiles as they shared secrets. Desire bloomed in the pit of his stomach but Sam knew there was a line he couldn’t cross. Sam was an employee of Mister Bilbo and by extension Mister Frodo. There was no way he would be interested in his uncle’s gardener. 

But one day everything changed. 

It was a rainy day. Mister Bilbo was away dealing with his relatives, leaving Frodo home alone. Sam started of repotting the prickleberry bushes but soon the rain became too dense for Sam to do any work. Frodo called him inside to wait out the rain. Sam was soaked to the bone and Frodo offered him a change of clothes. 

Sam went to a room to change, first removing his wet shirt that clung to his defined muscles that he acquired from all his gardening. He unbuttoned his pants and started to remove them when Frodo opened the door, “Sorry, I forgot to give you a towel—” 

Frodo blushed and so did same. Things were falling apart, Sam thought to himself. He was caught in a compromising position. His ass was out, the globes plump and pink. Frodo’s eyes couldn’t help but stare. He had harbored a secret longing for Samwise ever since he first laid his eyes upon the other Hobbit. There was a line that he knew the two of them couldn’t cross and today was a day of reckoning, a day for crossing lines. 

Frodo thought back to the times where he would watch Sam working in the garden. On hot days Samwise would remove his jacket and shirt. Frodo would watch the sweat travel down the handsome and lean form. The sunkissed golden skin covered in golden hair enraptured Frodo.  He longed to be held in Sam’s strong arms. To be cared for lovingly. Frodo found himself thinking of excuses to be around Sam and speak to him. In his heart the seed of love was planted. Each night he would tend to that seed until it blossomed on this rainy night. 

Frodo didn’t mean to intrude on Sam’s privacy and he immediately dropped the towel and vacated the room. Sam rebuttoned his pants and chased after him, “Frodo! Wait!” 

He captured Frodo's hand in his own. Holding the delicate hand in his rough calloused one. Frodo turned to Sam and held him in his gaze. The stared at each other for one heart beat, and then two. The two of them moved closer and closer to each other unknowingly until they were a hair’s breadth apart. Sam could feel the heat of Frodo’s breath on his face. Frodo reached up a trembling hand to gently caress Sam’s cheek. 

Frodo’s touch felt warm, like the sun shining down on the flower beds. It made Sam’s face redden with heat and the bud of suppressed desire finally bloomed into a blossoming flower of hobbitlove. 

Their lips crashed together none too gently. Their love burned hot Frodo’s hands traveled down the exposed flesh of Sam’s body. Sam moaned into Frodo’s mouth. Trembling just as much as Frodo, Sam moved his hands along Frodo’s shoulders, traveld down his chest to unbutton his shirt. Each inch of exposed flesh sent a jolt of fresh desire to Sam’s core. Soon they were both shirtless, their hardened bodies pressed together. The fit like a key and a lock, made for each other. The two of them moved back into the room, falling together in a mess of limbs onto the soft featherbed. 

Clothes were discarded as their fevered bodies moved together, yearning to be closer than close. To feel each other deep inside, to feel the depth of their hard love being spread open, spread before each other. Sam and Frodo worshiped at the altar of love, their moans a song sent to the ainur in the heavens. They painted each other’s bodies with their exhaulted love, drinking it in, savoring every salty drop. 

Once they finished they realized that once wa snot enough. Their bodies entangled in their hobbitlove all throughout the night and well into the morning. 

As Sam sat on his bench in Bag End, he thought back to that rainy night and smiled. He had know Frodo’s love and would always cherish it to his dying day. 

THE END. To be continued? Like and subscribe for more. LET me know you thoughts in comments bellow

[emmyspov]

Prompt 77 (Tom Stall x Reader Drabble)

author's note: hah, apparently i enjoy writing for non-existent fandoms, but that's cool! I did say I was craving some domestic sweetness after watching a history of violence and the winter / Christmas prompts were amazing to get started with that!

warnings: none that I'm aware of, also no spoilers for the movie :)

word count: 0.7k

gif by @fancydracula

It was the first Christmas with Tom owning his small diner in your little town in Indiana. You've been a regular there ever since - the beverages were good and the pie was even better.

The fact that Tom himself was kind, quiet and a little shy was simply another perk.

This morning was no different.

"Hi Tom", you greeted the man behind the counter who immediately had a smile on his face.

"Hiya, honey. What can I get you? The usual?"

You nodded and climbed onto one of the chairs right across from him after taking off your coat and scarf. Watching him do all of his little tasks brought you immense joy.

The smile on your own face widened once Tom set down a steaming mug in front of you, as well as a piece of your favourite pie.

"So what are are you up to this Christmas? Visiting family?", you asked, digging into the baked good.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing special. I'll open the diner like usual so everyone who doesn’t have someone to celebrate with either can drop by here."

You let the statement sink in for a few seconds while following his every move with your eyes.

"Do you maybe want to spend the evening at my place?"

The question probably came out quicker than he could understand which made the situation only worse.

"You don't have to obviously! I mean, you could, if you're comfortable. Not that I wouldn't be comfortable with you, I am just saying. Your plan on letting the diner stay open is also good- not just good, pretty great actually." The realisation that you were rambling set in, so with the last bit of courage you had, you quietly added your last statement: "I just don't want you to be alone on Christmas."

His lips were slightly parted as he stared at you. "You being serious?"

You nodded. "I could pick you up after your shift."

Tom put down his hands next to the sink before leaning over the counter, closer to you.

"It's a date then." You felt the blood rushing into your cheeks at his statement. "I might be the luckiest son of a bitch alive", he whispered again and showed you that grin you started to adore.

You were excited.

After finishing the pie and your favourite drink, you went back home to prepare everything for tonight.

And finished just in time - with butterflies in your stomach and feeling good about yourself, you went back to the diner and arrived just as Tom was locking the door to his apartment right next to the diner.

His eyes fell on you as soon as he turned around, pupils dilated. "Holy cow."

"Hi there", you replied softly, a smile gracing your lips. "Ready to go?"

The man across from you nodded and let the keys slide into the pocket of his coat. "Never been more ready."

You chuckled and held out your glove-covered hand for Tom to grab. Where the confidence came from you didn't know, but you also didn't care.

The walk to your place was filled with both comfortable silence and pleasant conversation.

"Here we are", you stated after you unlocked the door and mentioned for your date to head inside.

You were currently standing in the kitchen, pouring two drinks, when Tom cleared his throat.

"Before we do anything else, I just-" He handed you a small envelope. "I suck at giving gifts, but… I hope you still like it."

"Oh my, thank you, Tom! You didn't have to!"

He smiled. "I wanted to. By inviting me over today you literally made me the greatest gift possible and I wanted to return the sentiment."

You pulled out a piece of paper and simply stared at the sheet in your hands.

It was a drawing of inside the diner, Tom behind the counter and you in your usual spot across from him, pie and mug in front of you.

After what felt like forever, you finally pointed at your outfit in the drawing. "Isn't this what I wore when I came into your diner the very first time?"

Tom shrugged once again, a grin playing around his lips as he noticed the smile on your face.

"What can I say? It was admiration at first sight."