We walked in silence. It felt childish-was childish. But I liked how close I was to him. It made me feel safe; breathing in his scent. He smelled similar to smoke but I can't describe it only the feeling I get from it. I think I'm going to puke. It feels like a thousand butterflies are flying in my chest, bouncing off the walls of my stomach and trying to break through to my throat. Despite this I yearn for more, to get closer to him.
I shouldn't be having these feelings. I remind myself. He is Viggo Grimborn. His own big brother is scared of him.
His on brother. I think back to my conversation with Ryker and the tail end of the one bettween Ryker and Viggo.
"You are truly and impressive fighter, my dear" he breaks the silence.
"Thank you" I respond before adding,"What happened bettween you and Ryker?"
His breathing spiked for a moment before settling again to is rhythmic beat that I love.
"Neither of us can bring ourselves to make up"
"Yeah I know that but what do you guys have to make up for"
He hesitated and Ithought he wasn't going to tell me what happened but then he added, "When we were younger Ryker did things, but I have forgave him. However I did one thing and I do not deserve forgiveness. And that thing forever destroyed our relationship"
"It doesn't have to be forever you know." When I see him looking at me I continue,"If you can forgive him than he can forgive you"
He stayed quiet still staring at the path.
"I'm sure you had your reasons. You never act without reason Viggo. That is just not you" I chuckle slightly.
"Yes I believe I did but I..nevermind we need to think about our next action" He turns and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Against the riders"
"Yes. Now you have been in a rivalry with berk and its riders for some time now, correct?"
I think back to my false story and decide that it goes along with it and nod.
"Good now you get some rest and meet me tomorrow." He took his hands off my shoulders and I realized we had been at my camp for a while.
How does he make me unaware of everything.
"Here boy" I motioned for Sprout to come in the tent as I held open the flap.
When I looked back he was gone. Just like that.
That is something I've learned about him; he shows up out of nowhere, no sound, no warning and he will scare you just by being right beside you and start talking. And then just as he shows up he can leave without a trace.
I turn back around and go inside my tent.
I changed into more conformable clothing and surrendered myself to the dark amiss.
'A beautiful couple in a grande house. Their house had gold linings and decorations. Bright and new furniture and a glowing fire place. They had it all and they were perfect, most known in their village for their acceptance of everything.
Then the women who had long black hair brushed out with small brown and green beads. She wore a fabulous gown of dark blue with brown fur trimming. The husband had a nicely kept long black beard with his hair pulled back and under his helmet.
With a great look of disgust they lifted the crying baby from the crib. The baby had pretty brown eyes and the start of black hair but the baby for what ever reason was not good enough. It was their blemish in the fabulous world. It wasn't perfect. They weren't attached to it as parents are supposed to be to their children.
The couple put it in a small water proof basket and walked down to the shore. They put a small note in a blue and white shell necklace and set her to sea. Only then did they speak and they did it in unison.
"And let the gods decide your fate"
I woke up sweating reaching for my necklace that resided on my stand near my bed. Sprout started waking up to my panic. I reached into the small locket and pulled out a small note that read, 'Let the gods decide your fate'
"I had the dream again" I explained. Sprout who responded with a sad warble and a small lick. I smiled and told him I would be fine. Small bits of light showed itself from under the tent.
"Well lets get ready for the day" I say moving on and hoping up. My long messy black hair falling in my face and all the way to my knees.
"Ha this will take a minute" I joked while looking in my mirror.
Viggo POV
I worked at my desk, signing, reading, and planning. When I am at my home island I deal with their small, meaningless squabbles, but when I'm not home I get letter after letter.
'He moved the swords out of place' 'she made me a bad batch of cookies on purpose'
Its hard to believe these people are grown at times.
So I have been working since I enteredy tent and beforw that I was working with the hunters.
I didn't even realize that it was morning until Dahila stumbled through the tent flaps holding a large tray of food and papers.
"Good morning" She said while setting the tray of nicely smelling food down. The papers were placed beside the tray.
"Good morning dear" I replied looking up from my work to make eye contact. She never brings this much food. I don't know why she started bringing me breakfast. I didn't ask her too and I am perfectly capable of getting it myself.
"What is all of this?" I questioned gesturing to the tray.
"Well I am determined to find something that you will eat" She responded.
"I am sure I like what ever you make"
"Yes but you never eat it so I am not leaving till you do"
"Well make yourself comfortable" I say stubbornly and start working again.
She pushed the tray infront of my work-no on top of my work, and looked at me expectingly. I sighed wondering when she would give up.
"I am grown you know"
"So am I but thanks for the confirmation"
"Do I have to eat all of that?" I genuinely asked.
She giggled and I am not sure what about. I stare at her trying to read her. She looks happy. She always looks happy, except for last night. Should I ask her about that?
Seeing my confusion she elaborated through giggles,"Your nose it liked scrunched all funny"
I laughed too.
We talked for a while and not about the business with the riders or Berk, just about opinions on life and about the foods that were on the tray. I found myself eating and being hungry for more. Which was weird for me, my anxiety and constant working leaves no time for this. Yet here I am actually enjoying myself, talking to someone.
She has that effect on people. I feel like I can stare into those eyes all day and night.
Everything is fine when she is here.
She picked up a jelly tart,"so how old is Mr. Business man Viggo" she said in a childish voice. Waving the tart around pointing in my direction.
"26 and how old is this messy imbecile that I am eating with?" I said referring to her face full of food and her terrible table manners.
"23, going on 24. I might add"
"Big girl now" I teased.
She let out a cute little snort.
"Oh at least I am not the one who-"
She was interrupted by a hunter barging into my tent.
Is this a thing now?
He bored a serious expression but when I looked in his eyes I knew he was scared.
"Chief" He announced out of breath."Your going to want to see this"
We got up from are table and walked out as the hunter led us to the docks.
A boat was moared there. It had a ghostly vibe to it. Like everyone knew what was in it yet nobody did. I didn't yet, I knew it was bad that is why I took it apon myself to go first. Ty, the hunter who came and announced the boats presence, is a blood hunter. He is a nice enough boy and it would be truly a displeasure for anything to happen to him. I try to avoid the other reason I went first though. If I didn't Dahila would and I feel the need to protect her as if a I've known her forever.
I hoped onto the ship and it rocked back and forth with the weight. It does more so as Dahila and Ty get on. It is a small fishing boat so their is a door on deck that I go into. The boat creaks eerily. As I walk the boards under my feet screech and are filthy with blood and dirt.
One step infront of the other, we stalk further into the boat. That is when the pungent smell hit me.
Dahila's POV
The smell was horrid. It smelled like it was from a nightmare. Like there was a thousand rotting bodies through the next corridor. The air was cold and quiet all except for the moans that showed there was life on the ship. Viggo held a torch in his left hand and his right was behind him protectively. Protecting me I realized. He was trying to protect me.
Cute.
He stopped abruptly. He held the torch in all directions before looking at me then his eyes shifted to Ty's.
"Take her back and get me a healer"
"Yes Chief"
Thats when I saw it- no them. Or what was left of them.
Bodies that were not quite dead but might as well be once you know why their skin was green.
"No we all should go. There is no reason to risk spreading it" I command.
"I am Chief, I need to access the situation and decide what the next move it." He retorted. When he looked into my scared eyes; he must of caught on that I didn't want him alone here,he added,"I will be right behind you dear"
"And I will walk out with you"
I said before turning to Ty.
"Ty go get the healer as you were told. I will not need you as an escort" I look at Viggo before adding,"Viggo will happily escort me out"
With a smirk Ty responded,"Yes boss"
He sped off.
Viggo Grimborn is not my Chief or my boss. We work together and this can effect the whole world if he messes this up.
Viggo gave me a nod. Seemingly understanding that it is not up for an discussion.
And we went in, farther into the smell, farther into the deathly bodies, farther into every Vikings idea of hell.
Further into the scourge that took out entire villages in one fatal night.
Further into the incurable disease that is sent only by the gods as punishment to Vikings.
Further into the Scourge Of Odin.