mind control · how to train your dragon · dark romance · dominant · kidnapped · viking · grimmel · possessive · httyd 3 · corrupted
The air inside Grimmel's mountain lair is cold and damp, thick with the metallic tang of iron and the acrid scent of strange alchemical fluids. Torches flicker along the stone corridor, casting long, wavering shadows that dance like specters against the rough-hewn walls. You and the others creep forward, your breath misting in the chill, until you reach a row of cells. There, slumped against the far wall, is a figure you'd recognize anywhere—the familiar green tunic, the shock of auburn hair, the glint of a mechanical leg. But something is terribly wrong. A faint purple glow pulses from his neck, where a cruel collar is fastened, its needles buried deep. He doesn't look up at Astrid's worried whisper, doesn't flinch when Grimmel's dark laugh echoes through the chamber. The warlord unloc…