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“So, uh, Viggo,” Hiccup began, eyeing his friends a little as he spoke. He could see them trying to undo their bindings, and he couldn’t let Viggo see that. They were out on the deck of his ship, probably going to be moved to cells soon.
“Yes, Hiccup?” Viggo stood before him, and Hiccup clambered to his foot and prosthetic, not liking the difference in height like that - Viggo’s height felt oppressive from down there. “What are you so inclined to discuss with me?”
“Well, I, um…” Hiccup didn’t know where to go with this. He was a terrible liar, but he wanted his friends to be able to work themselves free. “I was wondering if…”
“If…?” Viggo raised his eyebrows at him.
“If we could come to an arrangement,” Hiccup said quickly, coming up with a plan. “You see, I don’t want my friends to be here with me. I don’t want them getting hurt.”
“Then what are you suggesting?” Viggo was smiling at him like he could read his mind. He knew.
“I could, perhaps, trade something for them,” Hiccup said. “You aren’t entirely unattractive.”
Viggo snorted. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Maybe.” Hiccup made his eyes go to his lips. Okay, so, those did look nice. Very nice. And Hiccup liked how dark Viggo’s eyes were. Fine, fine, he did find him attractive, but that’s not what this was about. This was about getting his friends - and himself, if he could - free.
“Hiccup, if you want something from me, just state it. I understand the art of seduction, but we don’t have much time, now do we? Besides, I think you’d hardly know how to seduce a chicken, much less a man.”
Hiccup’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t expected to be insulted like that.
“Viggo, I…”
Viggo just looked at Hiccup expectantly.
“Kiss me.” Hiccup said it so abruptly that he even startled himself, and heard a few gasps from his friends. He couldn’t look to see where they were at in escaping. All his attention had to be on Viggo.
Viggo’s smile deepened. He took Hiccup by the waist, pulled him into him, and Hiccup was glad for his armor protecting him from the spikes on his belt.
Viggo rushed into the kiss, leaning his head down and planting his mouth right on Hiccup’s with no hesitation. Hiccup made a surprised sound at this, but tried to melt into him, wanting him to be as distracted as possible. Gods, he wished he had his hands free, but they were bound behind his back.
Viggo kissed rather passionately for someone that was his enemy in war. He gripped the back of Hiccup’s neck with his other hand, holding him close.
And Hiccup liked it. It sent a bolt of pleasure right through him, down to his extremities, his stomach… lower… He hadn’t thought that kissing Viggo would make him feel like this, and he was utterly shocked.
Viggo pulled away, still holding Hiccup. He smiled at him, their noses almost touching.
“Do you really think I’m that easily distracted?” he asked lowly.
“What?” Hiccup asked, struck by the question.
Viggo turned his head and sharply called out: “Guards! I think the Dragon Riders have made themselves a little too comfortable.”
That’s when Dragon Hunters overwhelmed them. Astrid had gotten free first, and tried to jump into a fighting position to protect her friends, but was knocked back by the butt of a spear. Viggo wanted them alive.
Hiccup tried to struggle free from Viggo’s grip, but he held him tight. He was much stronger than him.
“Get them into separate cells,” Viggo ordered once the Riders were all held back. He grabbed Hiccup, turned him around to face the Dragon Riders, who all looked utterly stunned at what had happened. “This one is coming with me.”
And Hiccup realized at that instant, that instead of helping, his distraction had doomed them all.