Hiccup X Viggo Novels & Stories

She was not that close to them, but in order to gather information she had to join them. "Wow, we have another VIP woman," said one of Brian's friends, who had been babbling incoherently. "It looks like she's already drunk," said Anya, wanting to break the ice. "Her tolerance for alcohol is very low," said Jasmine, which immediately made Anya's head spin to look at Jasmine. "Looks like you guys had fun while I was gone," said Brian, pretending to pout like a little girl who didn't get candy. "What does that mean? I left, so who were you with all this time? Mike or this guy." Anya asked, and her eyes had been staring at Brian with dislike.

A wave of goosebumps erupted on his arms. "Day two," Viggo’s voice drifted from the edge of the dais. The Alpha wasn't sitting. He was pacing. Thump. Drag. Thump. Drag. His left leg was injured, but he wouldn't let Guller heal it. He walked the perimeter of the platform, his eyes fixed on the sky. He smelled of sour sweat, cortisol, and a grief so pungent it made Wolfy’s eyes water. "She’s not coming down," Viggo said. He stopped pacing. He turned to face them. His eyes were red-rimmed, the gold irises dull. "Why isn't she coming down?"

That meant that the bulk of their funds was now unavailable. "I wanted something besides junk food." "Really? Then what culinary delight did you order? Pizza?" Viggo's scowl darkened. "Fish and chips." "Oh, really? That's so healthy. Good for you." "You're being a bitch." "And you're being stupid." Viggo glanced away from her. "First you're the one who is paranoid, but won't move. Then we have to rush out. Now I'm the stupid one for trying to take care of the situation?"

“That’s my girl. Now, let’s go get your things. We aren't leaving a single piece of your soul in that hellhole.” I turned toward the service door, my legs feeling like lead but my heart hammering a war beat. I needed my purse. I needed to move before the nausea returned. Walking back into the VIP lounge was torture. The music was a physical weight, pulsing in rhythm with the sights I couldn't unsee. My gaze flickered toward the glass before I could stop myself. The Healer was still buried under a writhing knot of limbs, a choreographed orgy that made my skin crawl.

he asked mockingly "where to grave yard" she replied "pervert like hiccup you don't have entrance there hiccup" he wanted to dig a hole to bury himself in it out of awkwardness he said "I wanna live for longer so I will be your driver" she shouted "you hiccup pervert just sit be thankful hiccup the great viola hiccup giving you ride" he sat calmly because he don't want anymore mess he asked "do you know driving" she replied "I drove hiccup many cars" he felt relief but he got somewhere a doubt and asked "where in driving school" she said "nahhh in pubg game"

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to voice his concern. "Viggo," Zayn began cautiously, "I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit... off. Is everything alright?" Viggo's gaze shifted to Zayn, and his expression softened slightly. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, seemingly caught off guard by Zayn's observation. "It's nothing, really," Viggo replied, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitancy. "Just... some memories resurfacing."

"It's you. You must have bewitched my father. Why else would he abandon his biological son?" I slapped him again. "You're hopelessly dumb." It seemed the universe was fair. Mark had the looks, but he didn't have the brains. The crowd in the concert venue had grown larger. Many people were looking in our direction. I had no interest in being a spectacle. "Keith, take them." After leaving the concert venue, I went straight to the hospital to treat my face. I had to deal with the wound before my dad arrived. Otherwise, he'd be heartbroken.

some people" she'd been referring to in her caption. I stared at the screen for a long time, feeling the nauseating feeling in my gut intensify. Just then, I got a call from my best friend, Sylvie Barrett. "Marie? Did you see that bitch's Instagram post?" Her voice was loud and piercing. "Is Cornell with that fucking bitch right now?" My voice was hoarse. "Yeah. He gave my ticket to her and is now happily massaging her foot inside the venue." Sylvie began cursing him out loud. "Fucking hell! I'm coming over right now to snap his manhood in two! Where are you? Don't go anywhere alone!"

He looked like he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he just picked up the medical report from the table. “Rest well,” his voice was a bit stiff. “You are still the Luna of this pack.” Then he turned and left without another glance. After all, the pup he had to care for was waiting for him. For the next four days, Viggo didn’t come back. Instead, my phone buzzed constantly with notifications from the pack’s social feed. Video after video. Viggo taking Odette to various alliance dinners. He even scented her in public—pressing his gland to her neck to claim her. A possessive act reserved only for a true mate.

This is bullshit! “Is not bullshit! It’s called rape.” Viggo said. “And yes she responded to your touch because of her wolf but if it was only about her feelings you would never have a chance to be with her. And I doubt that in the future you will touch her again after what you have done. She deserves better.” and Viggo retreated to the back of Tristan’s mind.