I'm enjoying this whole villain Valka arc a great deal as it is, but hopefully this will be an extra fun chapter.

Chapter warnings for murder and smut.

-HTTYD-

Cloudjumper pounced, wings landing flat against the ground as he bumped his face against Valka's body, cooing and nuzzling her until she laughed, scratching his scaled head. Oh how she loved her dragon companion, his silly, playful moods always enough to put a smile on her face. He knew the limits of her smaller, more fragile human shape, never dropped his full weight on her or used too much force when he head-bumped her - with the weight behind him, Valka's bones could be broken rather easily if he was not careful.

She rubbed his belly when they got up, felt him wrap two of his wings around her in his version of a hug.

"I love you too."

He cooed, following Valka as she headed to sit down and eat her early dinner. Her dragon stuck his head in the nearest barrel of fish, enjoying a hearty catch of salmon they'd picked up while out flying recently. She smiled fondly at him, stirring her stew. It was a little bland, but Valka found food very much a functional thing - she had to eat for energy just as the dragons did. Stomach satisfied, Valka headed down for a bath to rinse the smell of dragons off of her.

She was going to be hunting for hunters that night, and couldn't take any chances.

Well, one hunter in particular. Big in the game, practically ran the whole trade in their corner of the world. And Valka had already put in quite a few nights in taverns, both to seduce and to simply drink and listen until she found out where he was going to be, and when. All the more important when he was notoriously hard to pin down as it was.

Cloudjumper rolled his eyes when he saw her clothes, knew what it meant when Valka packed her little bag and wrapped a warm vest around herself. The cold didn't bother her much, but it would look out of place amongst a lot of people in winter gear. She rolled her eyes right back at him, but his ridiculous expression only made her laugh. He soon softened up too, nuzzled her gently before lowering his head so she could climb up on his back.

They took the flight slowly, letting the sun sink below the horizon before they landed. Valka wasn't in a hurry, she knew that his ship would be docked for the night, and taverns had to be a lot more interesting than the cabin of a ship, especially for someone so busy working all the time.

If you could call the ruthless hunting, slaughtering and selling of dragons work.

"I'll be here a while, you should go find somewhere to rest, or just go for a nice long flight."

Huffing to let her know he disapproved, Cloudjumper still cooed softly in a way she knew meant be safe, before he turned and took off. Valka brushed herself down, ensured her hair wasn't ridiculously windswept before she put up her hood.

It was a longer walk to the tavern from the safe place they landed, but the walk took her past a point she could spot the docks, and those were definitely the sails she was looking for rustling in the gentle sea breeze. The tavern didn't take much searching for - Valka could hear the drunk, rowdy banter before she turned the corner that led to that street.

She ran a finger along the handle of her hidden weapon. It had seen quite a bit of action in the last year or so. Considerably more than the year before. Valka's ability to slip by, barely noticed because she was a woman, seemed to be keeping anyone from realising that quite a few of the men she'd disappeared with never turned up again. Then again, they were the sort to make enemies, or rivals. And hardly the sort to be known for loyalty or reliability. Perhaps it was just assumed they had taken something and ran, or if they found a body, picked a fight with the wrong man.

It was one of those times Valka liked her slender build. She didn't look like a threat, and fooled the predators by pretending to be prey.

The tavern was more crowded than she liked, but she could see her target from the bar (when she managed to get there). And thanks to her height, he could see her. Valka didn't rush; if she overdid it or didn't manage to catch his interest, who knew when she'd get another chance at him?

Valka was halfway through her drink before she turned to survey the people in the tavern, backing herself up against the corner enough to stop anyone creeping up behind her, allowing for a little shadow to cross her face when she lowered her hood.

Their eyes met. Valka let it linger for just a second or two before she turned away, playing shy, playing the easy target. Come and get me.

Someone else got the message first, unfortunately. It happened. Some lumbering drunk who hadn't seen a woman in weeks - some got handsy, and left with bleeding hands. Personally, she thought it positively charitable that she let them leave with all their fingers.

"You look lonely-"

"I'm not."

He didn't stop.

"I'll keep you company."

Valka shuffled back, balancing between playing her role as quiet and shy and not getting assaulted by some vile creature.

"There's no need."

Undeterred, he slumped against the nearest person until they scowled and vacated the stool. Teetering precariously upon his seat, the heavy-set man leered, breath stagnant with cheap ale and much too long eating nothing but fish, all mixed with poor hygiene. It was only years of putting up with dragon breath that prevented Valka from visibly gagging.

"Ah, don't be like that. Let me keep you company."

Before Valka could reject him again, he was jerked up and away quite roughly.

"I believe the lady told you no. Now stop making a nuisance of yourself before you end up thrown out of another tavern. Go and sit down."

"Yes Viggo. Sorry Viggo."

Head hanging down, the hunter with a hearing problem stomped away, some of his 'colleagues' seeming quite amused he'd been scolded by their boss.

"I apologise. Some of my men have absolutely no sense of decorum."

"Or manners?"

His mouth tipped up in a small smirk. If Valka didn't know he was already a little past twenty years old, she wouldn't have guessed. His lips were surprisingly full, which offset the strong shape of his jaw. There was dark stubble growing along his cheeks and chin, not quite enough to call a beard yet but still, he looked very well groomed next to the other hunters.

"Quite. And where are my manners? My name is Viggo. Viggo Grimborn."

Valka suppressed any visible response; it wouldn't do for him to see recognition or triumph in her face.

"I'm Hedda."

"Would you mind if I sat with you, Hedda?"

Fighting back another triumphant smile, Valka did her best to appear surprised.

"Since you asked nicely."

She gestured to the stool Viggo had 'helped' his hunter out of, and he seated himself with a slight smile in her direction. Valka was under no illusions that he was as polite and courteous as he seemed; she'd seen his handiwork. Knew she had to be on her guard, not give anything away. But 'Hedda', the lonely lady in a tavern had none of that information. Viggo Grimborn to her was simply a gentleman who called off his 'less civilised' soldier.

"So, forgive me for prying if I am, but what has you out here? This is hardly the place for a lady alone."

Story ready, Valka gave a small sigh, closed her eyes as though reliving memories.

"I lost my husband years ago. No family to hold me down, so I chose to travel. I've been in worse places than this."

Sufficiently short and plausible. It usually worked. She watched Viggo over her cup, taking a small mouthful of her drink to fill the silence.

"I am sorry to hear that. Although, I am intrigued to hear your stories of travel."

"Oh, I doubt you'd be interested."

"I can assure you, I am. I travel myself, though as a sailor, I find my knowledge largely confined to sea rather than land."

Despite being young, he wasn't stupid, and she knew that. However, it was clear early on that he had a large ego, and Valka knew all she had to do was make things all about him and he probably wouldn't look too closely.

Valka did have a lot of travel adventures she could talk about, though she did change out travelling by dragon for travelling by ship.

"How do you find passage? Most men consider women aboard bad luck."

"And others consider a lack of women even worse luck."

"Men can be poor company."

His eyes never left her face the whole time, so Valka made sure to keep her expression neutral, just a little shy but interested. Being coy or seductive was not something that came naturally to her, so Valka had spent some time in brothel taverns to watch the way the women there behaved. Her excuse of 'travel' had worked there too, and so the owners generally didn't bother her so long as she purchased a drink and a meal.

"Does that include you?"

"Well" Viggo leant forward slightly, still with that small smirk "you tell me."

Valka left him hanging, wanting for an answer while she took a drink. He continued to look at her expectantly.

"I'll let you know."

"Not rushing to judgement. Very clever."

"Were you expecting less?"

Viggo let out a short chuckle, raising his cup for a drink before he responded.

"Of course not."

Of course he was. He was the sort of man to think nobody matched his mind. Normally, Valka would have loved to set him straight... though, if she did manage to seduce him to his death, perhaps he wasn't so smart after all.

When he leant a little closer, Valka felt emboldened enough to turn more toward him, opening up her body language. He looked, eyes taking their time to run down her body before they returned to her face. Not terribly subtle, but young men didn't tend to be. And the important thing was that he was interested.

By the time she'd finished her drink, he was offering to buy her next one. Valka let him, though her skin crawled with the knowledge of how he made his gold. There was an occasional resentful look thrown at his back by the hunter he'd dragged away from her, as though he knew Viggo hadn't cared for his lack of manners so much as he'd wanted to take a shot at her himself.

"Another?"

He offered when she'd finished the second. Valka declined. He wasn't a terrible conversationalist, at least if she ignored the twist in her gut whenever he mentioned 'work'. And she noticed Viggo didn't drink quickly himself, sipping slowly rather than chug ale down like it was a contest to see who could end up face-down in the dirt soonest.

"Are you leaving?"

"No, I just prefer to keep my wits about me. Unless you're leaving, that is."

"Why would I leave? I'm staying here tonight."

"Just you? I hardly think this tavern has the space, let alone the patience to house your rowdy crew for the night."

She didn't particularly care, but if his men would retire to their ship for the night, that meant he'd be alone - the fewer people who spotted her leaving Viggo's room that night, the better.

"Well, spending my nights around them can be tiring. I... indulge myself in a good nights sleep now and then."

The way he drawled the word indulge told Valka he planned on much more than simply sleeping that night. He was easy enough on the eye that even if Valka didn't take him up, someone else likely would.

"Well, I'd hate to disturb your rest."

"Oh please, I would welcome such a... disturbance."

Got him.

Valka kept them there a little longer, keeping an eye on his men. Viggo began to notice, as he was clearly keen to move their night along.

"Something wrong?"

"I worry your men will start... misbehaving if they see you go. They seem the sort."

"And that concerns you how?"

"Well, someone might have to come fetch you if they won't leave of their own accord."

Obviously not eager to be disturbed, Viggo took her bait. There were a few complaints, but when Viggo added a few threats and a reminder they'd be working the next day, most of his men made themselves scarce. Nobody else in the tavern was keen to catch Viggo's eye after that, looking away and giving the two a chance to head up the stairs to the taverns rooms relatively unnoticed. Valka inwardly laughed at Viggo's initial surprise when she stood. She was not a short woman.

A couple of drinks beforehand often helped Valka suppress the early sparks of revulsion, before she was able to let herself feel anything else. Valka wasn't above enjoying it if they turned out to be half-decent in bed. Part of allowing herself to become who she now was had included a great deal of personal reflection. Just because her cause was just did not mean Valka was beyond reproach; she was not a 'good' person, and she'd made her peace with that.

A good person couldn't do what she did, but what she did was for the good of the dragons. Valka was fine with that arrangement, and had nobody to answer to but herself for it.

He tasted of the expensive wine he'd been sipping, stubble scraping against Valka's face as his full mouth clashed harshly with her own. It didn't surprise her much that as soon as doors were closed and they were alone, he was rougher. Wasn't surprised his facade of gentlemanly politeness was just that - a facade. The eagerness of a young man still fresh from his teen years definitely made her task easier, wine and base instincts urging him on.

Valka let him do as he pleased for just a minute, but when he yanked at her warm winter vest she stilled him. He pulled back, scowl forming on his face.

"I would rather you didn't tear my clothes. I do still have to wear them tomorrow."

"Then take them off."

She liked it better that way, choosing where her clothes dropped meaning she'd have the easiest access to what she needed later. Viggo began to undress himself when he saw Valka doing so. He was in good shape, she noted, still growing in to his adult body but his work gave him a fair amount of muscle, and the money made in the dragon trade meant that he likely never went hungry. And there on his hip was the mark she'd been expecting, the brand already long healed and the scar almost completely faded to white.

His eyes roamed her skin greedily as Valka disrobed, lingering briefly on the faded marks on her stomach.. There was little she could do about them, and though he looked, he did not ask. The assumption was likely that the child was lost somehow. In a way, that was true.

Valka pushed thoughts of her son from her mind, needing to be present in the moment to deal with Viggo. When the last of her clothing fell to the ground, leaving her bare in front of him, Viggo pushed down his own shorts before pushing her back toward the bed. She wasn't surprised he wanted her horizontal so quickly, as it removed the issue of insecurity about her height over his.

When he climbed on top of her, Valka let him kiss her for a minute, his mouth hot and eager against hers. He grunted in surprise when she rolled them, straddling him and smirking at his shock.

"You think you're in control here?"

"That is usually how it works."

She laughed lightly, feeling his cock twitch and swell despite his apparent distaste for their positions.

"If you want a meek young girl who just lays there and takes it, then go find one."

The challenge in his face thrilled her. His hands came to rest on her thighs, gripping tight.

"Not as quiet as you appear, are you?"

"Are you the gentleman you appear to be?"

His eyebrows rose slightly before his mouth quirked up, smirking.

"I suppose we'll see."

His hands tightened further upon her thighs, the pressure of his fingertips hard enough to hurt. Perhaps he'd expected it to surprise her.

He was in for a shock. Valka felt her thighs twitch as heat rose within her, knowing that she'd conditioned her body to enjoy certain kinds of pain. His grip on her legs was nothing, really. Viggo clearly felt her grow wetter where Valka straddled his stomach, and Valka wasn't surprised to see the familiar spark of a sadist in his face. The ones she set out to kill always wanted to hurt her, she'd found. It was no surprise, really. They took pleasure in the pain and suffering of others, be it dragons or people.

His hands slid up to her hips, confusing Valka initially when the pressure of his hands indicated she should move forward, not back. Her balance almost toppled, Valka leant forward to brace her hands against the wall as Viggo urged her on until she realised where he wanted her, not especially graceful as they shifted limbs under and over until she was inches away from his mouth. His scruff scraped the tender skin of her inner thigh, the feel of his breath so close to her wetness enough to make her shiver. She knew what he aimed to do, though it was a rare enough occurrence that Valka confessed herself surprised. It wasn't even something Valka knew about the first time it happened; Stoick had certainly never done such things in their brief coupling sessions.

Even more so was the apparent skill with which he moved his tongue, the way his lips grazed lightly before his tongue lashed more harshly, hands squeezing roughly at her backside as he bit at her inner thigh, bruising the skin there with his teeth. The pain sent a blistering rush through her, heat in her belly fuelled by his tongue, by the wet suction of his lips on that spot that made her muscles spasm and her toes curl. She tried to stay quiet as a matter of pride, but whimpers and moans still slipped free.

As she got over her initial shock, Valka braced her weight better and began to grind herself down, encouraging his motions, seeking more pressure. His hands tightened their grip on her ass, curving his hands to dig his nails into her lower back. It sent a sharp tingle up and down her spine, left her teetering on the edge quicker than she expected. Valka half-considered complimenting his lungs, as he never seemed to need to stop for air, tongue dragging along her slit before he latched on again and sucked, the final push she needed to come on his mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head enough that he grunted, the vibration of that sound rolling through her.

A little irritated with herself for allowing him to pull down her guard, even just for that brief moment of climax, Valka forced herself to catch her breath and climb down from that position, ignoring the quivering of her legs until she was stable enough on the bed again.

"No need to look so smug."

"Oh, I disagree. Pleasuring a woman is an art so few seem to appreciate."

Still smug, Viggo pushed himself up onto his knees over her, clearly enjoying feeling much taller than her in that moment. Valka wasn't surprised he expected her to return the favour - taking glee in her pleasure was quite clearly an ego trip for him, a skill he held that he felt made him more than other men.

"If you try and force it, it won't be pretty."

She saw his mind work over her words, waited for him to nod before she shifted. His cock was nothing extraordinary, slightly curved below the ruddy head as it bobbed up between his legs. But he was a man, and so she didn't say that, because they never liked to hear it. Not even when they made rude comments first.

As he slipped between her parted lips Valka felt his fingers flex against the back of her neck, felt his hand tighten in her hair. She knew he wanted to push her, to use her mouth rather than let her do it, but he'd taken her warning to heart. It hadn't been a lie - Valka did gag when they were too rough, though that didn't always stop them. His cock twitched against her tongue, seemed to swell further when she sucked harder, and each time her lips brushed back and forth over the swollen head he gasped aloud. Her fingers curled around the base, stopping him from going too deep while keeping him stimulated, his cock hot and solid to the touch.

He surprised her - and almost got himself bitten - when he pulled her back roughly, smirking down at her spit-wet chin and swollen lips.

"On your back."

That surprised her too, but Valka wasn't going to fight about not turning her back if he wasn't going to make her. When she didn't move quickly enough he pushed, moving her legs until he could settle between them. His hands were rough as they moved her, but there was no force in it - he watched to see if she fought, but Valka let him, part of her wanting the night to move on so she could kill him and be done with it, and the rest of her eager to at least enjoy him while it lasted.

Though slender compared to most of his men, he was still broader and heavier than she was and Valka felt the weight of him on her hips as he fidgeted, before it was lifted somewhat by him finding the position he wanted. He pressed his cock down with his thumb, dragging the head over where Valka was slick and sensitive, smirking at the jolt it sent through her before he pressed inward. The slight curve of him turned out to be a bonus, Valka found as it pressed him against a spot inside her that made her legs shake. Calloused hands ran from her knees to her hips before sliding around, cupping her backside and tipping up her hips, the position letting him sink a little deeper.

"I pictured your legs wrapped around me like this the moment I saw you."

"And there was me thinking you were just being polite."

"I was. I politely thought about your legs wrapped around me. Is that better?"

Valka clenched around him, thrilling in that surge of power she felt when he let out a guttural groan. Oh, it wasn't what she was there for, but Valka did not deny she enjoyed the power she could hold over them before there was ever a blade in her hand. Especially when they saw women as weaker, saw her as fragile. Valka was happy that for some, the last thing they ever learned was that women were dangerous.

She was right all along that he was no gentleman; his first thrusts left her gasping, just deep enough to ache with him cradled flush against her. Already sweating with the warmth of his chest pressed against her own, the rising heat that each clash of their hips fuelled did nothing to cool her down. His fingers buried themselves in her hair, coming loose at the back from all the moving around, and used the grip to tug her head back, exposing her throat to him. He bit her, sucking harshly before he pulled back and Valka knew a bruise was blooming in the shape of his teeth.

He'd be gone before that mark was. The thought sent a delicious shiver through her, soon enough for Viggo to mistake it as a response to his bite. Valka left him to think that, arching up into him to encourage him to continue moving. He took the hint and began to thrust again, folding one of his arms just above her head when the bed began to rattle against the wall. Valka laughed to herself as she heard the thumping sound of someone in the next room protesting. Tipping up her hips, Valka moaned, raking her nails down Viggo's back to let him know he wasn't the only one who could play rough. He shuddered, groaning against her ear. When her hand splayed over his scratched back, she felt little spots of blood wet her fingertips.

Seeming spurred on by her nails breaking skin, Viggo hiked her legs higher up his body, shifting the angle and his next thrusts almost had Valka seeing stars. Deep and jarring, he fucked her harder, quicker, rhythm beginning to falter before long. Old enough to know what he was doing, but young enough that eagerness to climax could still get the better of him with a little push.

When Valka's fingers moved to touch herself, he batted her hand away and replaced it with his, the pads of his fingertips rough and urgent as they stroked her. Despite his efforts, Viggo still came first, hips stuttering against hers before she felt him swell and spill with a low grunt. As soon as he had enough control over his hands again, Viggo's motions resumed until Valka was clenching around his softening cock as she came, her fingers twisting in the ruined sheets beneath her.

Unwrapping her legs from his hips, Valka felt him slip free of her, fighting a grimace at the feel of their mingled fluids leaking out and watching to see if once was enough. Their bodies had slanted across the bed somewhat, so she had to move for him to be able to lie down. Which he did, stretching himself out still fully naked. Valka sat up properly, noticing the banging on the wall had stopped - little wonder, since their banging on the wall had also ceased.

"You can show yourself out when you've dressed."

Valka raised an eyebrow, but Viggo had already closed his eyes, arms folded up behind his head. She doubted he was going to sleep like that - he'd probably catch a chill. He hadn't even wiped himself down. Valka spotted his tunic on the ground and used that for herself with a smirk before she started picking up her clothes. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his eyes were still closed. Gripping her dagger, Valka surged forward.

The blade was keen and she was practiced, driving it down into his heart and twisting when it was as deep as it would go. He barely had time to choke out a bloody gasp before Valka was stepping back, bloodied blade in her hand as his body gave a few weak, pitiful thrashes, then stilled. Blood continued to bubble up from his wound and ooze down over his side, spreading slowly across the bedding. For her own gratification more than anything, she reached over and slashed across his dragon hunters brand.

Valka wiped the blade clean and dressed herself quickly, tidied her hair up into her hood and slipped from the room. Their neighbour was peering out and she made sure not to let him see too much of her face, but heard him curse her for being noisy as she left. As she slipped out of the tavern, breathing in the cold night air, Valka let herself feel glee and relief. He was dead, and she'd escaped the tavern without incident.

She kept vigilant all the way back to where she was going to meet Cloudjumper, relaxing only when she was hidden amongst the shadows again.

Well, that was another tavern she probably couldn't go back to. It was a growing problem, she chuckled to herself, as the body count on her dagger continued to climb. She'd not been there too long when she heard wings overhead, raising her fingers to her lips and whistling up at Cloudjumper. He swooped down and landed, nuzzling Valka happily and cooing as she scratched his chin.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Let's go home."

-HTTYD-

This was not how I expected to write my first Valka/Viggo smut, but I'm not sorry.