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clovermarigold · 6 months

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.26

Dagur x reader

Lotta jump cuts in this one, but don't blame me, that's just how the episode was.

It had been rough since the incident with Dagur. Heather left the edge, claiming she needed time to think. Snotlout nearly got killed by a pack of speed stingers. And Astrid nearly left the edge, had it not been for the A team, she likely would have. Overall, you had been going through it. It was embarrassing enough, having Dagur need to teach you how to breath in the middle of a negotiation of life or death. But having Heather no longer trust you was really the knife in the back.

Scabbard cooed as you scratched her underside, stretching with a high yawn. "Good morning to you too, girl". 'Mornings' if they could be called that, were your one escape from the chaos that tended to ensue. Being able to laze about in your warm sheets for hours before getting up to do small chores. You had been strategic enough to wrangle yourself the late evening patrol of every other day, allowing you to stay up and sleep in as late as you wanted.

And boy did you sleep in. Currently it was a few hours from sun set, you really should fix your sleep schedule. But alas, the night calls for you. Truly, you are creature of the night. Dragging yourself out of bed and smoothing out the wrinkle left from your sheet on your face, you stretch and leave your hut.

Exiting after your heavenly nap only to be met with your friends on edge and visibly worried left you with a moment of confusion before your mood dropped. Ah, you understood. It had been too good. In no world would you be allowed a gift of rest, solitude, or peace. "Ok what happened?" You groaned, pinching your brow. "Astrid didn't come back from her morning patrol" Fishlegs said. "What? But it's almost sunset?", "We know, that's why we're worried. Alright gang, saddle up" Hiccup said, the group jumping into action.

"We'll all head in different directions. I'll take the south--" Snotlout interrupted, "No. I should head south". "And why is that?" Hiccup asked. "Because Astrid likes to fly south, and she'll obviously be expecting me to rescue her" Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Like I said, I'll go south".

"Rain, wind, all of us splitting up. Sounds like the perfect opportunity for a rogue sea beast to leap from the depths of the ocean and pick us off. One. By. One." Tuff said, waving his hands as if it were the so-called beast, "Tuff can you be serious for once" you asked, though it was more of a threat. "Alright gang, let's go find her" Hiccup said, making you all disband in search of your friend.

"She is going to be so sad when you rescue her instead of me" Snotlout said, reluctantly turning his dragon north. "Oh, don't worry. I'll tell her it was all you" he said, voice laced with sarcasm. But, apparently not enough for Snotlout to clock, "You'd do that for me?", "No. No, of course I wouldn't".

You searched for hours, combing the banks of stray, small, islands that she could have washed up on. While your brother searched the open ocean. Luckly, he managed to find her just in time, her arms finally giving out, the waves pulling her underwater. "Y/N!" you heard him scream, flying towards you on Toothless, her unconscious body limp in his arms, "Is she breathing?!".

"Yes, but she's freezing" he held her tighter. "We need to get her back to the edge, and out of this storm, now" with a nod the two of you took off, Toothless shooting a recall blast into the air to signal the others.

"Stormfly!" Astrid yelled, shooting up from bed with everyone surrounding her. "Hey, hey, it's ok" Hiccup soothed, placing a hand on her arm. "Try to relax, you had a rough night, you're exhausted" you said, checking her temperature, which was still colder than you would have liked. "No, no,no. You don't understand. They were all in cages. And they have Stormfly!".

"Whoa, whoa, wait, slow down. Cages? What are you talking about? What happened out there?" Hiccup asked. "Dragon hunters" the group gasped, stomachs dropping, "A whole fleet of them". "And they have Stormfly" Hiccup said worried. "Yeah, this big ugly one... --oh when I get my hands on him..." she clenched her fists tight enough for her knuckles to pop. "Come on! Let's mount up!" She jumped out of the covers and ran towards the pens. "Stormfly!.... Oh" she stopped when she remembered. "You can ride with me" Hiccup said, the group springing into action.

"Urgh, there has to be some clues here somewhere. Something" Astrid huffed as you combed the beach. "How many cages were there?" Hiccup asked. "Remember all the cages on the Reaper?" he nodded, "Double it". "We got nothing. Just a bunch of trash. Looks like these Dragon Hunters are also litter bugs" Ruff says shaking her head. "Yeah, there should be some kind of penalty or fine for littering. I mean, am I wrong people? What if everyone were this careless and inconsiderate? What then? Where would we be then?" Tuff said, shaking his sister before breaking into dramatic, questionable sobs.

"I knew coming here was a bad idea. What did we hope to find anyway?" Snotlout said annoyed, walking away from an empty chest before screaming at the feeling of something sharp stabbing his foot. "Ow! Something bit me! I'm allergic to sand crabs!" he yelled as he fell back onto his bottom, lifting his hurt foot into the air. Grabbing his foot to inspect the wound, instead of a crab there was a green arrowhead lodged in his foot. You pulled the arrowhead out, making Snotlout scream, and catching Astrids attention. "Ow, aren't you supposed to leave blades inside you when you're stabbed!?" Snotlout asked frantically. "No, leaving it in will only get it stuck there" you obviously lied to placate the boy, with a snide smile. "Now you and I both know that's not true" he said grumbling with narrowed eyes.

"This is a Dragon Hunter arrow. Stormfly, was hit by one of these right before she was caught. I've never seen her act so out of control" rubbing your finger against it, a green oil residue was left on your finger, "It might be some sort of refined dragon root. It's the only thing I can think of that has that effect on dragons. In high doses it can overwhelm a dragon's senses completely, to the point they can't control their wings".

"That's exactly what happened to Stormfly" Astrid said. "Think of it" Fishlegs worried, "Just one quiver of these arrows could decimate an entire flock of dragons". "How are we going to find her? We have no idea where they're going". "Maybe not. But we know where they've been." he drew her attention to the hunter's sigil engraved on the arrowhead.

"Yep, this place it still super creepy" even with the fog dispersed, the Reaper still left you on edge. "There's nothing here. Someone totally looted this boat" Tuff pouted. "This ship gives me the creeps" Ruff told her brother. "Sunken ship, Dragon Hunters, the creeps. I bet this thing is crawling with ghosts and other such spirits planning on dragging us down into the dark Viking underworld where they will torture us by tickling us for eternity!" he grabbed the horns of his helmet. Ruff gasped, "Niflheim?". Tuff looked at his sister like she was crazy, "Gesundheit".

"Niflheim! I knew coming here was a bad idea" Snotlout threw down the piece of paper he was inspecting. "Don't be dramatic guys, I'm sure if there were spirit on this ship, the most they'd be angry at us for is Snotlout's body odor" said boy turned to you sourly and stuck his tongue out. Sticking your tongue back at him the two of you started to make multiple faces at one another, prompting Hiccup to intervene, "Can you two stop acting like five-year-olds and help".

"Fine!" Snotlout yelled walking over to the post, "What did we hope to find here anyway?" Kicking the mast in frustration he let out a surprised scream as the floor beneath him, falling to the floor of the hull. "Guys get over here" your brother called. In a fit of rage, Astrid had swung her axe into the wall and hit an old shield fastened there. And in doing so, reveled the dragon eye lens hidden inside it. "Well, none of our dragons work with this new lens" Hiccup said when Toothless' light did nothing to activate the lens. "If we can't figure out what kind of dragon we need--""-- I know, I know I'm thinking".

"Hmm, yep. It's either the inside of a yak, or a Changewing in a cage" Tuff said, inspecting the strange, patterned shield. "Tuff! You're a genius!" Hiccup exclaimed, to Tuff's confusion, "Looks like we're going to Changewing Island".

Said visit to Changewing Island went about how you expected. You got the Changewing acid, though not without a number of near misses, injuries, and snotlout nearly having a bald spot burned into his head from the acid on his helmet. "Ughh" Snotlout groaned, holding back the urge to touch his head. "Would you just hold still, Snotlout" Hiccup said, trying to angle the acids glow into the dragon eye.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have Changewing acid burning though your skull!". "If we take of the helmet, we'll spill the acid. Hold still" Astrid said with no room for negotiation. "Just a little longer Snotlout, you can hold Scabbard if it helps" you offered. "Wait really?" he said touched, looking to the small dragon wrapped resting on your shoulder. Scabbard lifted her head and turned to look at him with her right eye, before giving a gag like sneeze and nuzzling back into your neck. "I don't like you" Snotlout said narrowing his eyes at her.

"This doesn't help. We've seen this map before" Fishlegs examined the familiar landscape cast onto the wall. "It must be a hunter port. And it's the closest to the beach where Stormfly was captured. Odds are, that's where they're headed. After that who knows?" Astrid didn't like the open-endedness of Hiccups conclusion, "Than we have to hurry!". "Yes please. Let's hurry!" Snotlout yelled tossing the stinging helmet onto the floor.

"Uh, but how are we going to avoid being shot by those dragon root arrows?" Fishlegs asked. "Funny you should ask, Fishlegs. For my plan to work, someone's gonna have to get shot," Fishlegs shifted uncomfortable at Hiccups in

Following Hiccups plan, the six of you approached the expanse of Dragon hunter ships. Toothless let out a high whistle and shot just off of the head hunter ship. "I'm here for my dragon!" Astrid yelled at the man you assumed was Ryker. "Holy Thor, is that Ryker? He's like if you were to stack two Fishlegs together", "Not really helpful, Y/N!". Snotlout yelled at you.

"A Nightfury" Ryker laughed in disbelief, "Fire!". At his command, ballistas began to launch at you. "Hookfang!" Snotlout screamed at his dragon when he was grazed, "A warning next time?". Silver Tongue despite his given his agility from his four wings, provided a larger target, and struggled to dodge, the barrage. "You are sure your plan's gonna work? That was pretty close" Astrid asked at Toothless barrel rolled underneath a particularly dense bolt. "Fishlegs, you're up".

"Ok, girl, let's give it all we got!" Fishlegs drove Meatlugs forward, nearly diving towards the ship. You winced as you saw an arrow pierce Meatlug's leg and the two began to spiral downwards. "They got Fishlegs and Meatlug!" Astrit yelled, only half feigning concern. Odin, please let this all go according to plan.

"Get up, girl! You'll be okay!" Fishlegs soothed as hunters surrounded them and wrapped Meatlug in chains. "You monster!" Fishlegs said with disgust to Ryker, who only gave a sadistic grin. "Take em bellow and toss em in a cell". The five if you continued with the plan, dodging the hunters attack, that was until they switched methods. "Hiccup!" a catapult launched from the side of the ship, sending a boulder towards Astrid and your brother. Toothless only narrowly managed to dodge it, diving backwards. However, doing this so suddenly sent Astrid falling odd.

"Astrid! Come on, bud, dive!" Hiccup's hand reached for Astrid's, an arm's distance away, before a hunter's chain wrapped around her torso and pulled her down. Toothless pulled up despite his rider's cries. "Stick to the plan! Fishlegs will get her out of there! Right!?" you say frantically, more pleading than asking.

"Hey! Let me go!" Astrid struggled as she was hoisted out of the water, still gripping her axe. "Oh, feisty one, aren't you?" Ryker goaded, as two hunters grabbed each of her arms. Shoving the two off of her, Astrid charged at Ryker, only to have the axe grabbed by him and backhanded into the hunters, "I like her spirit. Throw her in a cell".

"You're gonna be sorry!" She threatened, "You're messing with the wrong Vikings!". Ryker scowled, "Well so are you". As the hunters began to drag Astrid across the deck, the doors to the hull bursted open, Stormfly sprinting to her rider, followed by Fishlegs and Meatlug. Knocking off the hunters Astrid leaped onto her back. You watched as Astrid and Fishlegs began to knock over hunters and charge at Ryker.

"Now!" Hiccup signals, and the five of you still in the sky charge as well from behind, pinning Ryker. "Fire" Ryker calls to his hunters, who launch a grapple that wraps around Stormfly and Meatug's feet, making them fall and slide across the deck.

You pull back on Silver Tongue stopping along with your brother and the others. "It didn't work" Hiccup said astonished and caught off guard. A large wave of arrows shot off from the ship was sent towards you sending you all to struggle to maneuver around them. "Evasive actions!" Hiccup called. But it was too late.

The twins began to spiral, Their dragons getting shot in the chest, "Not good!", Tuff, "Getting worse!", Ruff. "Were going down!" they called before the four of them crashed into the water, the hunters casting a chain around them and lifting the onboard. "We're hit! Hookfang!"Snotlout screamed as an arrow pierced underneath his wing. Thankfully, Toothless managed to grab onto Hookfangs tail and hold the two in the air.

"Up! Up!" you tried to steer Silver Tongue out of the archers' range, however, as Silver Tongue veered upwards and exposed his underbelly, he let out a howl as his chest was shot by an arrow. "Y/N!" Hiccup called as you plunged underneath the water. A heavy chain wrapped around your torso, trapping you against Silver Tongue. You struggled to hold your breath, trapped under water by the heavy chains, until you were hoisted out.

"Scabbard! Home!" The small dragon growled in-between wheezes of small bouts of water, "Now". Reluctantly, Scabbard pushed off of you, jumping back into the water to avoid the attention of the hunters. Hissing at the pressure of the chains as they brought you over the edge of the ship and onto the deck, next to Astrid, Fishlegs, and the twins. "Your pathetic tricks won't work on me. I'm a dragon hunter! I know that Gronkles are immune to dragon root" Ryker chastised, mostly aimed at Astrid who was steaming, "I used your worthless escape plan to lure your friends in closer". The five of you glared at Ryker, who only huffed a laugh, "Toss em in a cell".

"You'll pay for this" Astrid warned as a guard shoved her into the cell. Turning to you next, he wrapped a hand around your upper arm to shove you in when Ryker stopped him, "Not that one". The others looked back concerned. "If you lay so much as a finger on her I'll--" Ryker cut Astrid off, "You'll what? Besides, she's not mine to rough up" he looked down at you, "Too small for my tastes". Astrid looked at him, confused and angry before she looked past you at someone else, "Heather?".

"No way" Tuff's jaw dropped, and you pulled against Ryker's grip enough to see her, and the person... behind her--

"Surprise!" Dagur shot into view of the others dangerously enthusiastic, Heathers face twisting into an eerily similar grin. "Did ya miss me? Of course, you did!" he said laughing at your friends, "Oh! Do you know my sister? Wait a minute, sure you do! You guys were little pals and buddy buddies" he bent over slightly, laughing loudly. "Hey, family is family" Heather said crossing her arms with a smile. "I can't believe this" Astrid said full of denial. "I know it's not Dragon's Edge, but it'll have to do," the door of the cell slammed shut and Heather walked up to grip its metal gate, "Enjoy your new home, Astrid. You're gonna be here a while".

"Heather, what are you doing?!" she turned to you with sour look before smiling, "Nothing, sis. Just keeping our family safe". Dagur beamed as he looked past his sister at you. "It's this great, we can all be a happy family now! That is, once Hiccup decides to come back for his friends" he laughs, "I mean really, I would never leave my family in the hands of a psychopathic dragon killer".

Ryker snarls at Dagur, who remains unfazed. "I get it, I get it" he leans closer to whisper, "Guy is pretty self-conscious". "Enough" Ryker scowls at you, "get out of my sight" he turns and walks to the captain's quarters. Dagur is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in the opposite direction. "Sister, could you leave me to speak with my future wife alone?" Dagur asked dramatically, exaggerating each familiar title. Heather nodded, turning to walk away as you and Dagur stood outside of a room you assumed was his.

"I don't know what you said for her to turn her back on us, but I swear--" Dagur put a palm over your mouth, face flat and free of any previous ostentation and humor. "Stop talking. And go in the room".

Sorry for the long wait! Been studying for a major test coming up, between that and my other series, I've been having some writer's block.

Thanks for reading <3

@demogorgon-master1

#httyd #dagur the deranged #httyd dagur #dagur #dagur x reader #race to the edge #daggers and daffodils

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nightmarewolf937 · 11 days

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Runaway!Reader with their trio of Deathgrippers meet the Betrothed

Gn!Reader X Dagur The Deranged

Part 1

Author Note: I'll be trying to write more often and even if I don't write a chapter, I'll try and atleast write a headcannon or short preview of the next chapter. Anyway the story is finally beginning and this takes place in Defenders of Berk (episode 3, i think), I'll be trying to stick to the script and not drift too far from cannon than I already have. I hope you enjoy and I really enjoyed writing this. ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: [Y/n] has been traveling with their trio of dragons for a few weeks now and has started flying the largest dragon, DeathStrike. The other two, recently named Gravetail and Gorewing (credit to whoever made those names, I found them online but couldn't find the username or account) follow after on one of the daily flights. Thankfully they did because our Reader finds herself in trouble when the young Chief of the Berserker Tribe finds her again.

It was midday, the sun was slowly dipping further down in the sky but it wouldn't be dark for another few hours, the growls and rumbles made by the beast that carried you was comforting. You still weren't quite used to being so high up in the air, the other two of your companions were following and sometimes bumping into the other which caused a series of snaps and roars.

The smallest Deathgripper, Gorewing, would often glide beside his larger brother and nuzzle against your hand whenever he sensed your fear. Gravetail was much more reluctant to show any concern for their new human packmate, often giving low growls when he heard you take a sharp breath every time DeathStrike would glide higher or dive down lower.

It was all quite peaceful, despite the dragons that could literally rip you limb from limb, but you knew they wouldn't.

This peace however was quickly unsettled when you landed on an island, Dragon Island. It was getting late and you wanted to find shelter before dark, you could feel the stares of your companions and sighed. GoreWing was quick to saunter up next to you and purred deeply as you rested a hand on his head crest.

DeathStrike gave a low growl as he stalked up to your other side and nudged you gently, giving a narrowed glare at the youngest dragon when you placed your other hand on his head crest. He too purred, but much deeper and rougher than GoreWing.

GraveTail gave a snort with a shake of his body and walked passed you all, but you didn't miss the dragon's warning snarl to his brothers. He could try and hide it or pretend he didn't, but you could see he cared about you comfort and safety.

These dragons cared about you more than any viking ever did, your own family had given you up to protect themselves instead of trying to find another solution. They had very quickly given in to Oswald's demand and signed your life away on a treaty with dragon blood. The memory made you frown and glare at the ground, your sudden anger caused your dragon friends to pause and look at you.

It was only when DeathStrike growled worriedly did you relax your expression and shake off the past.

"Sorry guys," you murmured an apology, GraveTail snorted again in exhaustion before stalking towards you and pressing his head crest against your forehead quickly.

It was a comforting gesture that wasn't often given to you by the deathgripper, but you appreciated it whenever he did. You smiled at the feeling of rough scales against your skin and you felt your body relax, GraveTail pulled away and took the lead of finding shelter.

GoreWing whined as he was now at the back of the pack, you were kept in the middle as always and you had a deathgripper on either side of you, aswell as behind you. It was like a protective barrier formed around you and you felt safe, even though you knew what these three could do.

A growl from GraveTail caught your attention and you looked to see smoke, not from a forest fire or dragon, but most likely from a campfire. You found that rather odd as not many vikings were keen to set up camps on Dragon Island, considering the large amount of flying beasts that called it home.

"Okay, we're not going that way. Oh you're kidding me," you groaned, you would have to pass by that camp if you wanted to reach one of the caves you remembered on this island.

There were other caves, but that one had some of your supplies stored in it and you couldn't exactly go the night without them. You hadn't eaten all day and hunger was tempting you, you could almost smell the food you left in that cave from here. It should be okay if you snuck around whoever else was on the island, hopefully.

"DeathStrike, GoreWing, GraveTail," you called, getting a reaction immediately as the pack of deathgrippers now sat infront of you. "Um- I think we should sneak passed whoever that is, flying would catch their attention and besides we've been flying the entire day. I'm sure your wings need a rest, but that means you guys can't just kill whoever it is."

DeathStrike growled, GraveTail snorted and GoreWing whined.

They were like three toddlers who couldn't get their way, but with the nervous frown on your face they relented and gave low agreeing chuffs. You smiled and gave each dragon a quick pat, even GraveTail let you give him a quick pat on the head.

Now all you had to do was be quiet and sneak passed the potential stranger, not so bad....right?

#dagur x reader #httyd x reader #deathgripper #gn reader

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handsometheo · 2 years

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Hi! So I can't remember if I sent you a request cuz my memory is absolutely terrible but if I didn't could I request a Heather x Reader please? Maybe the reader has been a rider for a while and rides a egg biter. And when Heather shows up and is thinking about joining the gang but is still nervous, the reader tries to make her feel comfortable by hanging out with her, talking to her, and all together just being super kind and almost loving while also giving her and windshear the space they need. And finally after the events with Dagur, and pretending to be a dragon hunter are over, she decides to stay because she fell in love with the reader and the reader did too. Sorry if this was too long and sorry if I already requested something lol. Have a good day💜💜💜

Absolutely!!

I Don't Bite

HEATHER X READER

Pairing: Heather x Gn! Reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: None that I'm aware of

Summary: Heather comes to the edge and is trying to figure out if she wants to join the other riders. You help with that decision.

Dragon Name: Crunchy (you know cause its a egg biter)

Notes: I feel like I took a bit of a different turn to how you wanted it and I apologise, I just couldn't fully remember what happened so went with the parts of the story I do remember.

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"Ow!" I exclaim as the set of dragon teeth that were already gently nibbling on my arm bit down harder.

I look to my side to be met with a playful look from my dragon, Crunchy. An annoying pest that almost took my arm off the first time we met. She let's go of my arm and nods her head towards the door of my hut.

"Did I miss something?" I mutter walking into the clubhouse where everyone else is. "Oh."

The Twins were chatting in their little duo, but the others were all surrounding a gorgeous girl that looks to be around our age, with raven hair and green eyes that leave me completely dazed. My mouth hangs open for a second in shock.

"Uh hi everyone? Sorry to interrupt, but who's this?" I ask as I walk to the others, catching their attention. The girl's eyes meet mine as I walk further towards her and the others.

"oh yeah! Y/n you never met Heather did you?" Snotlout suddenly announces. So her name is Heather then?

I raise my hand to see if she'll shake mine. She does. To this I smile and politely not my head at her. She returns the motion.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. I've been a rider for a while but I guess I've never had the luck of meeting you."

"It's nice to meet you too Y/n, I'm Heather." She then forms a grin on her face. Me, Heather and Astrid start up a conversation as though we've been close friends for years. Technically me and Astrid have been but, you know. That's not the point.

The others leave for a bit to do their various jobs around the Edge, leaving me to give a to Heather around the Edge.

"So, do you have a dragon too?" I tilt my head to her to show that im curious. Heather giggles lightly at my slightly odd behaviour.

"Yep, a razorwhip, Windshear. She's really sweet." As she finishes this sentence there is a slight yelp from a dragon down by the stables.

We rushed towards the sound and see the aforementioned razorwhip lightly snarling at a cheeky egg biter that has attached herself to the metallic tail of Windshear.

I quickly exclaim "Crunchy!" I wave my hands to signal the egg biter to let go. I suddenly turn to Heather, "I'm so sorry about her, she doesn't mean any harm. She just likes to nibble a little on things she's taken interest in."

Crunchy finally let's go and drops to the floor below and playfully pats the floor by Windshear, who then looks to her rider for support in what to do. Heather finally let's out a hearty laugh at the entire scene and makes a shooing motion to Windshear.

"heh- It's fine don't worry, she seems cute." She continues to chuckle, calming down from the giggle fit she had. My face grows hot from embarrassment and something else.

When she got no response from Windshear other than a few confused gurgles, Crunchy hops over to me and Heather. She spots the ravenette and quickly placed her head under her hand. Heather naturally starts to stroke her scaly head. Crunchy began to purr slightly.

I panicked slightly when I saw Crunchy abruptly open her eyes. She looked directly at me and moved her face, level with Heathers hand. She let her teeth be seen and the panic further set in. To my surprise however, she lightly took the hand between her teeth and gently seem to nibble on it. How come she can't be like that with me???

After this experience me and Heather bonded over our dragons and their strange behaviours. The dragons also became seemingly great friends as Windshear had finally understood what Crunchy wanted.

We had spent time going on missions and working together for a while, but soon came a horrid time for Heather. Her brother, Dagur. He had gone directly into a trap and died. For her. So she would be safe.

Honestly I would do the same, but like I would ever say that out loud to her. I believe that I've developed feelings for her.

Outside the rain continues to pour down at a quick pace. We had all split off to our respective huts, except for Heather who didn't currently have one. She is going to get ill if she doesn't come inside.

I leave my hut and look into the rain and see her stood alone. I make my way slowly, just to give extra time to cool down.

"Heather?" She doesn't reply so I continue. "Heatheryou need to come inside, you'll get ill" I continue walking until I reach her sobbing figure. The look on her face tears me apart. The hurt and pain in her eyes doesn't subside when she looks at me finally.

She says nothing but nods and begins to walk away, presumably to where she's been camping out. I swiftly catch a hold of her hand. She turns and I nod towards my hut. No words were spoken as I whistle for Crunchy to leave her pen in the stables and come to the hut.

She lights my fireplace and curlse up near Heather who sat on a seat, still quietly sobbing.

"Heather please let me know if you need anything else, I'll set up a space for you to sleep tonight so you don't need to go back out there." I give a kind smile and walk to prepare everything.

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It's been a while since I've properly seen Heather, she told me that she was very thankful that I gave her a place to stay that night and soon had left after the next day.

I've been missing her, honestly. Crunchy is missing her best friend too. Although, Heather is more than just a best friend to me. She's found a way into my heart and I have no idea how to get rid of these feelings.

The riders had noticed our slightly dampened moods and so they kept holding these secretive meetings that I was never allowed into.

The Edge was quiet as the others had all fallen asleep. The moon was high in the sky, seeming so much brighter than the sun at times. Even though that's false, I just like to think it.

"Ouch! Hello to you too Crunchy."

I strain my neck to see Crunchy attaching herself to Heather. She let's go and instead switches her attention to Windshear.

My eyes widen and I quickly get up to sprint at her, I open my arms and practically tackle her to the ground. Heather laughs and hugs back.

"Heather, I've missed you so much!" my smile is so large it kind of hurts. "I suppose it's a temporary stay again, but I'm so so happy you're here."

She continues to laugh at my excitement, "No actually, I'm staying. Permanently."

Somehow my eyes widen even more, I giggle with excitement. "Really?"

"Really. I've heard a certain someone has taken interest in me, I just happen to return that feeling." She narrows her eyes in suspicion cheeks lightly dusted with a pink hue.

"Don't worry I don't bite." My smile becomes a lot more gentle as I lay beside her on the grass staring at the stars. The dragons rolling around and playing a little way away from us.

"Is it ok? That I like you, I mean" She's cautious with her words. I turn with a confused expression.

"Didn't I just admit to having feelings for you, don't make me feel stupid now." I chuckle abut continue to not give off the wrong impression "It's completely fine, because the feelings are mutual."

She holds one of my hands gently and reaches with her other to get my other hand. I give a curious look as she raises both of our hands. She suddenly yanks the second one that she wasn't holding before into her mouth and she lightly bites down.

"HEY"

"You may not bite, but that doesn't mean I won't." as she says this, she speedily got up to run away into the trees. This catches the dragons attention but they don't move to do anything.

I can hear her laughter as I get up to chase along behind her, laughing myself.

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HIII hope that was OK! I tried to stick to the request as best I could. I honestly love the idea of having an egg biter that just like to play around and is actually really gentle.

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The Dragon Queen of Fiska

Chapter Two: Feasts and Fists

hey 🧍‍♀️ its me again. did i have this in my drafts for months and forgot abt it until just now? yes. my bad. but will i have the next chapter out soon despite the fact that i work on it? ...maybe.

ANYWAY LOVE YALL COLLEGE HAS MADE ME DEPRESSED BUT MAYBE THIS WILL BRING ME SOME SERATONIN x.

dagur the deranged x female!reader

summary: y/n finally meets dagur the deranged during an annual treaty singing. during the feast, they both learn a lot about each other and how terrifying the other can be

word count: ~5.4k

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of alcohol

Months passed since your last visit to Berk. It’s the cusp of spring now, the remaining snow from the most recent blizzard finally beginning to melt away. The air was still cold and your elkskin cloak went with you everywhere you went.

A fire crackles in the hearth of the Great Hall. People often come in to warm themselves or to converse with their friends, safe from the briskness of the outside.

You sit at the head table with Ingrid, looking over parchments. In a few days, those from the Berserker tribe will visit for their annual treaty signing, as well as the annual bear hunt that went along with it. It always took place on your island. That was one of the only places in the archipelago where one could find bears. Many tribes had hunted them down and killed them off their islands. But your people kept them at a reasonable number. There were even stories of old chiefs taming bears and keeping them as pets.

You’re looking forward to this. It’s your first time doing this in your father’s stead. You’ll also meet the infamous Dagur the Deranged. You’ve heard a lot of him. How he loved to kill dragons. How he was one of the youngest chiefs after his father’s death. You figured that was one thing you two had in common.

The other being the fact that you were both bat-shit insane.

“This’ll be fun!” you exclaim, smiling. “Me and Dagur, together in the forest, killing bears with our bear hands.” You grinned at the thought, blood rushing through your veins like lightning from Odin himself.

Ingrid looks at you with a raised brow. “Did you mean that pun?”

You just stare at her, confused, your smile gone from your face. “What?”

She just shakes her head. “Nothing. Anyway, they’ll be here before tomorrow night, we know that for sure. Also, we’ll need to hide our dragons. Dagur is notorious for killing dragons.”

“Aren’t most Vikings? We can hold him off. Besides, if he touches them then we can kill all of them.”

Ingrid shrugs. “True. Still, I’d advise we send them off just to be safe.”

You consider her words before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, it’s for the best. Besides, judging by the Berserker’s reputation, I’d rather not have a quarrel with them. We’ll send them off tomorrow morning to the craggy rocks. They’ll be fine there. It’s too dangerous for Vikings to roam to as well.”

Ingrid nods. “Very well. Also, I’ve already got some of the servants making the Berserkers’ beddings for their stay. Those few spare homes shall do them well, no?”

You agree with her. “What else?”

“The farmers will slaughter their pigs, yaks, and chickens for the welcoming feats tomorrow morning and the cooks will get them prepared. We’re lucky we’ve had some time since the last storm.” She places her charcoal pencil down and stands up straight, stretching her arms.

“Yes,” you reply, doing the same as she does. “Alright, if that’s it, then I’m going to head out. Thorhild is giving birth and I cannot miss the birth of my cousin.”

Ingrid gives you a smile. “Very well. What will the baby be named?”

You begin to head out and shrug. “No idea. Shall I suggest Ingrid?”

Your friend laughs and you exit the hall, great spruce doors banging shut behind you.

It’s midday when you reach your cousin’s home and sunset when you leave. You release a breath of relief, free from the hot, sickly smelly home. Your cousin did well. Her son was named Magnus. Strength.

You walk home alone. You enter your home alone. You eat a light dinner of broth alone and practice your reading alone. You’ve been alone almost all your life. Your mother died during a dragon attack and your father died of sickness a year ago. You’ve grown used to being along and you don’t mind it.

The next day, it’s clear and bright. The snow is all melted by late morning and by late afternoon, Ingrid calls to you.

You’ve just returned with Eid after sending the dragons away. There is no trace that any of them even lived in the village. Their saddles are hidden underneath floorboards and their stables can be passed off as sheds or barns.

“What is it, Ingrid?” you ask her, jogging down the hill to the cliff where she’s standing.

She hands your her spyglass and you look where she’s pointing. You spot three ships bearing the Berserker crest on their sails. They’re large, as most ships are. Their prows are decorated with large, exaggerated figureheads of dragons, sharp eyes, and long teeth to match.

You hand the spyglass back to Ingrid and beam, heart thumping with anticipation. “Let’s go welcome them, then!”

By the time the three of you climb down the cliffs and down to the beach, they are close enough to the dock for you to greet them. You search for Dagur but cannot find him yet. You’re fairly sure of how he looks. A bit taller than you, a tall helmet and three blue stripes tattoos over his face. That would stand out for sure, as tattoos were not common among Vikings.

“Welcome, Berserkers,” you say in a loud and proud voice, “to the isle of Fiska, home of the Savage Ax tribe!”

The men drop their anchors and rope their ships to the docks. The wood creaks and water splashes at your feet. Your heart is thrumming in your chest.

Their gangplank falls and one of the men holds up his spear. "Presenting the high chief of the Berserker tribe! Cracker of skulls! Slayer of beasts! The great and fearsome Dagur the Deranged!"

Up steps a boy not older than you, head covered by helmet but eyes shone green as emeralds and as wild as the sea. Immediately, you're drawn to him.

Dagur the Deranged walks down the plank and you notice that he's laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" you ask him, voice even and a smirk playing at your lips.

"Oh, nothing," he says, shoulders back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N the Raging. I've heard a lot about you." His eyes narrow and are fixed upon you. A shiver goes down your spine.

"All good things, I hope. But then again, bad things wouldn't be too terrible, either. As long as they're terrible enough."

"I've heard you're one of the most feared women in the archipelago."

A burst of pride blooms in your chest and you urge it down. "Is that so? I wouldn't say that." Cheekily, you look away, feigning humbleness.

"One of the youngest chieftains alive," says Dagur, clearly trying to flatter you, though you know in nothing more than an attempt to be on your good side. "One said to have raided every town from here to the Thunderrock fjords. Killer of dragons, slayer of men." His tone changes. Before, it was flattering and admirable. Now, it's condescending and taunting. "Tell me, how is it one has so many titles yet is this underwhelming in person?"

Your mood is always ready to change at the drop of a coin, but this time, it changed quicker than ever. Heat rushes to your face, embarrassment. Did he just call you underwhelming? In front of his people, in front of your people. Did he know who you were? Did he know what you could do to him? If you called, your dragons would come in an instant and burn him to ash, leaving nothing but that big, obnoxious helmet of his behind.

"Excuse you?" you ask him in a deadly quiet voice. "Cheif Dagur, do you dare insult me on my own shores?" Your hands want to reach for the ax at your hip, but instead, you ball your hands into fists, nails digging into the skin of your palm.

"I do not," he replies, voice and face both calm, neutral. "I only challenge you to prove me wrong." And then he smiles, a crazed smile, a smile of someone who seemed to fool Loki himself.

Never in your life have you turned down a challenge. When you were younger, another child in the village dared you to jump from a cliff on the beach down to the reef below. You did as he said and came out with a broken ankle and toes. Ingrid once challenged you to shoot an apple off of her head when you were young teens. You nearly shot her head off twice before she finally insisted that you stop.

Your father did not raise a corward, he did not raise a chicken. And you would not have this boy, this immature Chief, belive that you were cowardly.

Ingrid and Eid whisper behind you. You can hear some of your people as well as Dagur's men begin to whisper. Your vision turns red and you resist the urge to hold him at axe-point.

"Do not test me, boy." You spit out the last word, glaring at him. "Or you will see that I can be given much more colorful names. Now, tell me. Have you ever witnessed a bear?"

"Can't say that I have," he tells you, smirking still. Oh how you want to wipe that off of his stupid, smug face.

"Oh, you will," you whisper. Stepping back, you straighten up. You took a deep breath to contain your anger and say in a loud, clear voice, "Are you aware of the annual Savage Ax bear hunt?"

"My father mentioned it," he replies, taking a step back as well. The two of you no longer sound hostile towards the other, but the tension is still there, thick and sharp. "After signing the treaty, the chiefs went together."

"It's been a tradition since my great-great-grandfather, Erik, first made the treaty with the Berserkers," you explain. It was something you had heard your father say over and over again. "The chiefs would meet in the morning and set out together to find the biggest brown bear living in the forests." You hold out a hand behind you, towards the great, towering trees, swaying in the late winter wind.

A look crosses over Dagur's face. Pride, perhaps? Excitement? You don't blame him, you're also looking forward to the hunt. Maybe not with him, but still.

"Sounds like quite the challenge."

You smirk. "Oh, it is. But first! You and your men must be starving and exhausted. Come, let us feast!"

Dagur's men cheer and you turn to Ingrid, quickly motioning her forward. "Is the feast ready yet?"

"Not quite, my lady."

Your eyes narrow. Thor, you give those people one simple task and yet they cannot do it. "Tell them to hurry up or I will be cooking their dogs instead, see if that's any quicker."

Ingrid clasps her hands and nods. "I'll go tell them to hurry up, then."

She turns and pushes past the mass of people before running up to the hall.

Dagur appears beside you. "I'm not so sure if dogs cook much faster than pigs," he said in a mildly amused tone.

You shrug and begin to make your way up to the hall, you and Dagur leading both your tribes. You walk slowly in an effort to give Ingrid and the cooks more time. "Yes, well. We all need some form of motivation, do we not?"

He just nods. A beat of silence passes. "I heard about your father. I'm sorry."

You look at him. "Thank you. I'm sorry about the passing of yours. I understand that it's hard to move on, especially run a village after something like that."

"Yeah, well, my father had taught me everything while I was growing up," he says with a shrug. "Preparing me, I'm sure."

You hum. "Mine didn't do so well."

"What do you mean?"

You chuckle lightly and say, "Well, when he died, it was in the middle of a drought. It was a terrible coincidence and I was the one everyone looked to after that. So I was the one who had to fix the problems."

"What did you do?"

"Well, as it turned out, our main well was no longer getting water," you explain. In the distance, you point towards the old well, a simple wooden box with a pole and a bucket beside it. It's faded and rotting, no one has had the chance to tear it down yet. "So we made some new ones. In the meantime, we made a couple smaller ones, but for our new main well, we made it out of cobblestone."

Dagur nods along, maintaining eye contact most of the time and occasionally glancing around. The pair of you lapse into an uncomfortable silence. You're not quite sure what to say after what had just happened. Of course, you're still upset, but you had already threatened him. What else could you do?

Thankfully, halfway through the village, Dagur asks, "So, this bear hunt. Tell me more about it."

"I mean, it's quite self-explanatory. Us two will head out early tomorrow morning with some supplies into the forest. Normally, my father and your father would visit the seeress, Cyrena.”

Dagur looks at you in curiosity. “You have a witch here?”

You simply nod. “Yes. She’s lived her since the reign of my grandfather. She lives off in the distance, far away, back towards the base of the mountains. She has a few girls that live with her, but she is quite nice. Keeps to herself most of the time and she can be helpful in a pinch.”

Witchcraft was a somewhat common thing to Vikings. Freyja was a sorceress herself and able to tell the future. Cyrena was also adept at telling the future. You remember your father telling stories of how when he went to visit her when your mother was pregnant, Cyrena predicated that your mother’s baby would be one of the most powerful chiefs in the archipelago.

It was beginning to seem like she was right.

You finally reach the doors of the great hall and you say a quick prayer to Odin that the food be ready before pushing them open.

The smell of ham and chicken greets your nose, alongside the smell of bread and beets and that sour smell of mead. Cooks and servers are scurrying around in an effort to get every last little thing ready. You spot Ingrid among them, helping, placing down plates and knives.

You turn and address the men and women of both tribes. “Eat as much as you wish, drink as much as you can! Rest, for our stores of food are bottomless and our mead and wine even more so.”

There’s a cheer and you smile before waking towards the back of the hall where the table for chiefs sits. Dagur follows behind you and you watch the rest of his men and your people sit down, pints of mead served and wine poured.

You sit beside Ingrid and Dagur pulls out the chair beside you. Before he sits down, however, he takes his axe from his belt and leans it against the wall before he sits.

A servant girl comes and places three mugs of mead in front of you. Ingrid thanks her but she walks off before anyone else can.

The feast goes well. You, Dagur and Ingrid make small talks, make small jokes and laugh. You watch your people mingle with Dagur’s men. Women and men flirt together occasionally and you spot one or two of them leave together.

People eat, laugh, drink together. As the night wears on, you stop drinking, already feeling the effects. If you didn’t have anything to do in the morning, you would keep going, but you’d rather not deal with the massive headache you always get the morning after.

Ingrid nudges your arm and you look at her. “What?”

She points her knife towards the side of the room and you follow her gaze. Two men, one Dagur’s and one yours, look to be in a heated argument. From what you can tell, it doesn’t look violent, but everyone around them is watching.

You nudge Dagur’s arm with your elbow and lazily point a finger towards them, leaning back in your chair. “Should I be worried?”

Dagur takes a moment to respond, probably judging the situation. “Maybe. That’s Vestar, he’s….well, he’s got some issues.”

Your man, Boe, also had his own issues. Anger issues, he tended to think with his hands rather than his head. You stand, watching the argument heat up. Vestar and Boe stand up and you watch Boe’s hand form a fist. Before you can yell and order him to stop, it's too late. Boe’s hand collides with Vestar’s face and soon enough, the two of them are on the ground, throwing fists.

You groan and walk around the table, throwing your chair down in your haste. “For the love of fucking Thor!”

Dagur is right behind you, but you don’t even notice. Your vision is red as you make your way towards Boe, who is currently beating the absolute shit out of Vestar. Though it looks like he’s putting up a fair fight, blocking, getting a few kicks in and even managing to push Boe off of him for a moment.

“Boe!” you shout, voice booming. People, Beserkers and Fiskans alike, scramble out of your way.

You reach a hand and grab the back of Boe’s tunic, taking the material into your fist. Boe is a large man and he’s renowned for his strength. But when he’s in the middle of a fight, he gets sloppy. So you have no trouble hauling him off of Vestar and onto the hard stone floors.

He shouts something and stands, but you backhand him. It echos through the quiet hall and bounces off the walls. Boe falls to his knees and glares up at you. He makes a move to stand and you raise your fist.

“You want another mark?” you demand, giving him a challenging look. He backs down and leans on his heels. A wave of satisfaction rolls through you. “Now. What in Odin’s great name is going on?”

Dagur’s man is also standing back. Dagur himself is holding an arm up on his man’s chest as if to hold him back. Dagur is staring at you with an expression you’ve grown to become accustomed to. A mixture of fear and respect.

“Well?” You look between the two of them, impatiently waiting for an answer.

Boe is the first to speak. “He insulted my mother.”

Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you try to keep your blood from boiling over. “What did he say?”

“He called her a whore.”

You roll your eyes. “She was a whore, Boe, Odin rest her soul.” You throw a hand up. “Do you know how many people in this room are related to you?”

“I still won’t have him disrespect my mother’s name!” he exclaims, standing, but making no move to strike again. “Not to mention that he disgraced my entire family name. Do you even know what the House of Sigmond has done?”

“From what you’ve told me, sounds like you’re all cowards!” snaps Dagur’s man.

“Cowards?” roars Boe and lurches forward. You punch him in the jaw and send him sprawled in the floor. Then you turn to Vestar, standing there with a smug look on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” growls Dagur. Though he’s shorter than his man, it doesn’t make Vestar cower any less.

“Dagur,” you say in an unnervingly calm voice. You’re heaving, trying to keep yourself steady. The last thing you want to do is lash out at the chief of the Berserker tribe before you have a chance to renew the treaty. “Take your man out of here. I will have no tolerance for name-calling in my hall.”

Dagur nods and shoved Vestar forward. “Take him away. You and I are going to have a long conversation about this later that I know you aren’t going to enjoy.”

You motion for a servant girl to take him to one of the buildings that has been prepared. In the meantime, you haul Boe back on his feet. There’s a red mark on his cheek and a bruise forming on his jaw. Regardless, you brush of his shoulders and the fur of his cape.

“Now, Boe?” You look up at him. “If you pull something like that again? I’ll feed you to Solveig myself. Hm? Does that sound preferable?“

When Boe does not reply, only looks at you in fright, you laugh and smile sweetly. “That’s what I thought. Now, I suggest you go home. Alright?”

“Y—yes, Chief,” he stammers before quickly leaving the hall, followed close by his wife and his cousin, who you’re fairly sure is his brother.

His mother was quite the whore, though you would never say that to his face. You’re not stupid.

With a deep sigh, you turn and head back to your table, Dagur not fall behind you. Ingrid hasn’t moved and is eating another piece of cod silently, picking out the bones.

“You know,” she says between bites, “your slaps are getting louder.”

“Oh, well thanks,” you say with a smile and sit back down. You’re not hungry anymore, but you can’t leave quite yet. It’s not late enough, the sun has just set outside and the moonlight mingels with the fires and torches inside the hall.

Dagur takes his seat beside you and says, “That was interesting.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologize. “Boe is just extremely sensitive about his mother.”

“No, it’s fine. Vestar shouldn’t have called her a whore.”

You shrug. “Well, she was.”

Dagur laughs.

The night continues to wear on. People come and go. You watch children run between tables, chasing each other in helmets too big for them and dulled down axes and swords, screaming and laughing.

You’ve always been fond of children. They seemed so innocent and pure. You remembered when you were a child, you never got that. Always following your father around, hearing his tales of raids and bloodshed. You remember fleeing from dragons as a small girl during the almost nightly attacks, screaming for your faðir.

Those werent your most pleasant memories. But now, when you finally had control over Rhys and ran the rest of the dragons off of your island, you didn’t have to worry about that. The kids didn’t have to worry about that.

“Y/N!” calls a small girl. Tove was her name. Meaning dove. She scrambles up to the front of your table and pushes her hands down on it, her blonde hair hanging in front of her face. “Can I borrow your helmet? We’re playing a game and I’m gonna be you!”

Ingrid bites her lip, smiling. “Oh, be sure to be real mean to… who’s playing me?”

Tove points towards another girl with black hair. You recalled her name was Ase.

“Be real mean to Ase if you’re gonna be Y/N,” whispers Ingrid in a loud voice, not really intending to be quiet. “‘Cause she’s mean to me all the time.”

You shove her arm and almost knock her over. Tove giggles. Then you take off your helmet and motion your hand forward. “C’mere.”

She leans forward and when she realizes she’s still too far, she run over to your side. On the way, she trips over Dagur’s axe handle, falling to her stomach. At the same time, the axe spins on the handle and falls, exactly towards Tove’s hand.

You’re fast, but Dagur is faster. He grabs the axe before it can fall onto the poor girl’s hand.

Tove stands and looks at Dagur. She knows who he is, who doesn’t? Quietly, and slightly stuttering, she thanks him, pulling at her fingers. Then she quickly turns around and stands in front of you.

Gently, you place your helmet on top of her hair and adjust it so it rests on her head in a way that it won’t slip too far over her eyes. You smooth your own hair down and tighten your braids at the top of your head.

“There,” you tell her, securing it once again. “Wow, you look just like me.”

The girl smiles wide and doesn’t bother to thank you before running off to rejoin her group of friends.

“She was sweet,” Dagur says as the three of you watch the group of five children run off together around the hall, Tove in the lead.

“She is,” you agree, drinking the rest of the mead you had been nursing for the last hour. “All of these kids are pretty sweet. I mean, up until they have to start training that is.”

“We Beserkers usually start training when we’re about their age.”

“They should start within a couple years,” says Ingrid, drinking more wine. You can smell her breath from here, but she’s not even showing a hint of drunkenness. She could always beat you in a liquor drinking contest. “Usually they start when they’re about ten or so. That’s when they come of age.”

“What training do they do?” asks Dagur, sounding truly interested.

You try to recall the training you went through. The training your father taught you and Ingrid and all of the other kids you grew up with.

That included dragon killing. But you figured they wouldn’t need that now. Instead, they would have dragon training classes, learn how to control one.

“Sword fighting,” you answer, pulling your boots onto the table cleared of plates and mugs. You cross your ankles over the other and lean back with your arms crossed. “Archery, axe training. The usual things.”

“What about dragon killing?”

You turn to the chief next to you and notice a faint glimmer in those moss green eyes of his. You’re not quite sure what it is, but you don’t like it.

“We haven’t had dragons on this island for a year,” you lie seamlessly. “They may not have need for it. However,” you add with a shrug. “We may touch upon the subject.”

“That reminds me,” Dagur begins and you notice and undertone of cunning in his tone. “What happened to the dragons?”

“Have you not heard the stories?” asks Ingrid. “We killed them. Chased them off.”

“I’ve heard different.”

You turn to him and lazily raise a brow. “Have you?” You drag your feet from the table and turn in your seat to face him, placing your chin in your fist. “Tell me. What have you heard, great Chief of the Berserkers?”

His brows furrow and his eyes flick around your face. You keep him fixed with your stare, waiting. “I’ve heard that you tamed a Monstrous Nightmare. That you ride it like a horse and keep it here on the island. That the rest of you have dragons as well and you ride them as well.” Something in his voice sends a chill in your veins. His tone is soft, menacing.

You scoff, turning away. “You really think that?”

“I do.”

You look back at him and narrow your eyes. "Are you calling me a liar?"

Dagur doesn't flinch and stares back at you. "Am I wrong?"

Your blood thumps in your veins and you sneer at him. "You're mistaken, Dagur. We do not ride dragons here. We kill any that come near us."

Dagur nods, but you can tell he isn't convinced. Still, he doesn't want to start anything and drops the subject.

You turn away and look back at the children running around and laughing. They weave through tables and you think that they're in a pretend battle.

You sigh gently and lean back in your chair, feet lazily propped up on the table. One of your favorite things to do after a feast is just to see people interact. You enjoy watching your people, learning how they act. Especially at times like these when they're all relaxed and having fun.

Thunder rumbles outside and you turn your head, craning to look out the tall window just across from you. It's gotten darker outside. You can no longer see the moon and the wind has picked up. If you focus, you can smell rain on the horizon.

People begin to thin out and children are taken to their homes, also sensing the storm. You hope it's not too much of a storm. Of course, you won't hold off the hunt, but doing so in the rain will make it a lot more difficult.

Dagur stands, watching many of his men take their leave. "I should get going."

You stand as well. Ingrid makes a move to do the same, but falls back down in her chair, swaying. It seems like the alcohol has finally caught up to her.

"Yeah," you agree, holding onto your friend's arm. "We should do the same. Tomorrow, we meet here at dawn. We'll grab provisions before we leave."

Dagur smiles at you and nods. "I'm looking forward to killing a bear."

"I as well," you tell him and take Ingrid by the shoulder, throwing one of her arm's around your shoulder to hold her up.

"I'm fine," she slurs, head lolling.

Her breath reeks and you jolt your head back. "Sure you are. Come on, you can stay with me tonight."

She slurs some more words that make no sense as you carry her through the hall. The servents have begun to clean and you spot Dagur beside the door, walking out with one of his men, his axe over his shoulder.

You find yourself watching him as he goes. There's something...intriguing about him, something that draws you to him that you can't quite place your finger on. He definitely didn't seem too deranged tonight, though you weren't exactly on your game either.

But still. You're excited to hunt with him tomorrow, see how crazy he really is while on the hunt.

"Chief Y/N?"

Tove's soft, sweet voice draws your attention away from the long-gone man and to your feet, where she holds your helmet up to you.

"Thank you for letting us borrow it," she says with a grin.

You take it from her hands and place it on your head, smiling at her. "Sure. Now go home, it's going to rain soon."

She nods and runs off to catch up with her mother and her older brother.

You haul Ingrid down the steps of the hall and by the time you reach your home, it's raining and you're drenched. You push the door open and the pair of you stumble inside, gasping for air on the floor of your home.

Rain pelts the roof while you try to sober Ingrid up, giving her water and some slightly stale bread you left out from earlier in the morning. It seems to work and by the time she's drank two cups of water and half of a slice of bread, her vision has cleared and she can form somewhat coherent sentences.

"You can really hold your liquor," you tell her with a smile, taking your helmet and boots off by the fireside. "How much did you drink? Five pints? Six?"

"Six and a half," she answers with a small groan, taking her jacket off. The two of you undress by the fire you made when you entered and hang your clothes to dry before changing into another pair of slightly dryer clothes. Ingrid, being your best friend, has stayed with you at your home often enough she basically has her own drawers.

After drinking some more water and exchanging small talk, the two of you head upstairs. Lighting another fire, you crawl into bed beside her. There's a perfectly good bed downstairs, but since it gets so cold at night, you and Ingrid prefer to share body heat.

Of course, she never tells anyone.

"I've wanted to," she says when you mention the subject of how out of character this may seem to you. "You know, telling the entire village how the great Chief of Fiska likes to push her cold feet against my back."

You shove her. "If you tell anyone that, I'll shove them up your ass."

Ingrid just laughs and pulls the fur blanket closer around the pair of you. The fire flickers across the room and throws shadows on the walls. When you were a girl, you were afraid of the dark. You outgrew that a long time ago.

Ingrid rolls over to your side and you throw an arm over her shoulder, your legs tangling together with hers. It's nothing romantic, purely platonic. You two had been doing this for years.

After a while of staying up and making a game plan for tomorrow, you fall asleep, Ingrid's hot alcoholic breath warming your body up.

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🤗Dagur x Reader Smut🤗 Modern AU

I'm writing because I have yet to see some one write one of these so I slaved over my computer and wrote one for all Dagur simps to enjoy. And to all HTTYD smut writers... Please write Dagur. Enjoy!😊

You come to see yourself in a cold dark room and somewhere off in the distance a light flickers on temporarily blinding you. After blinking a few times, your eyes adjust and you see Dagur sitting in a corner. He had a sadistic grin plastered on his face and says,

“Oh you’re awake Y/N we can have some fun now.”

You were bound by your hands and feet and he gets down really close and kneels in front of you. You wiggle away from him but he says,

“Don’t be shy baby girl” and he picks you up and hangs you on a hook by your hands, tied up and completely at his mercy. He circles you like a dragon sizing up his prey. His hands touch you all over giving you goosebumps.

“We’re gonna have so much fun baby girl” he whispers in your ear. After staring at you for quite some time, Dagur takes a dagger from his pocket and traces it along your breast bone, lightly nicking your shirt and ripping it.

“Oh I’m sorry baby. Looks like we’re gonna have to get rid of the whole thing.”

He takes off the shirt then instantly bit your neck making you gasp,and making a little bit of blood come out of the teeth marks. He licks the blood away and says,

“I wonder what the rest of you taste like.” he says, making you turn red as the blood was. He laughs and pushes up against you.

“I wonder how much of your body will blush for me.”

He takes something out of his back pocket and you hear a faint vibration sound. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see the object in his hands.

“You gave yourself away, baby.” He walks around behind you making you nervous and then nothing happens. You start to get a little paranoid and then jump when he pushes the vibrating object against your backside.

“This is fun, your expressions are priceless, and we’re just getting started.” Dagur comes back to the front of you and stands in front of you.

“Oh Y/N you’re not nearly excited enough.” He tosses the vibrating object in his hands, smirks and says,

“Oh, I know what to do with this.” He pushes in between your thighs and just holds it there for a long time. When you feel like you're just about he rips it away. He does this over and over and over again so you are on the very edge and you are a whimpering mess. You clench your thighs together hoping for any kind of friction but he stops you, he stands directly in front of you and wraps your legs around his waist and says,

“Uh, uh, uh not until I say so. Understand?” He leans in and bites your neck again making you whimper. He laughs and grinds against you, driving you insane.

“Ha, ha so needy Y/N.” He grinds against you some more and then stops when you're just about there.

“Do you want it baby girl? Then you’re gonna have to beg like the pretty little slut you are.” You start begging and pleading.

“Please, please I want it, please I’ll do anything.” He laughs and says,

“How can I do this to my little slut, how can I resist you?” After leaving you on the edge for so long the slightest touch of his fingers sends you spiraling, your whimpering and your legs are shaking as he pulls you off the hook and sets you on the floor while he sits on the bed.

“Let's go again, this time we’ll start with me.” He unties your hands and says,

“Be a good girl for me baby and you’ll get a surprise at the end. Now, get on your knees, and show me how much you want it.”You undo his belt buckle and get to work. He strokes your hair and says,

“Good girl. Now that you made me feel good, I’ll make you feel good all over again. Maybe you’ll forget how to walk.” He grabs your chin and kisses you, slipping his tongue inside.

“Oh Y/N, you deserve a reward for that.” He shifts on the bed and pulls you over his knee.

“I thought this was a reward.” you say confused. He laughs,

“Oh it is.” He runs his hands along your back until they reach your backside. He softly caresses it until you realize it feels kind of nice and then he smacks you really hard. You yelp at first and he immediately goes back to massaging. He does it again only this time you're ready and it's also a little lower. When his hand connects it leaves a little vibration right down there. You whisper,

“Oh my gods.” It feels really good. He does it again and leans close to your ear.

“Do you want more slut?”

“Beg baby, come beg. I know you can let me hear it.I wanna hear you beg for me.” You whimper and beg as he denies you once again. At this point you’re trembling and just aching for him to touch you. He smirks and traces his fingers down your spine then smacks you again making you cry out. Tears start streaming down your face.

“Dagur please, please.” He gently strokes your hair and says,

“Don’t cry Y/N, it’s alright, I’ll give you what you want.” He lays you on the bed and gently kisses you on the lips and then kisses away the tears that were running down your cheeks. As he kneels between your thighs he gently massages them. His hand slip between your thighs, you let out a loud gasp and he says,

“Oops, my mistake.” He continues touching you and as he does you put your hands on his shoulders and dig your nails in.

“Oh, feisty baby, I like it. I think you’re ready now.” He takes off his pants and sets himself between your legs and braces his hands on your hips and enters you and starts to make a fast pace.

“Oh fuck, oh my gods Dagur!” you scream, your hands clenching the sheets. He continues the fast pace for quite a while until you cum and your legs go limp. You lay on the bed panting, barely able to speak.

“You did so good Y/N.” he says after he cleans up and lays down under the blanket putting you on top of him. He kisses your forehead and you both fall into a peaceful sleep.

#httyd fanfiction #httyd #httyd dagur #rtte #httyd au #httyd smut #dagur the deranged #smut #dagur smut #how to train your dragon

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delightfully-deranged-dagur · 4 years

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I have finished the ABCFanarts challenge!!!

We have:

A Astrid Hofferson (how to train your dragon)

B Barley Lightfoot (onward)

C CJ (animal crossing new horizons)

D Dagur the Deranged (how to train your dragon)

E Eugene Fitzherbert (tangled)

F Flick (animal crossing new horizons)

G Garnet (Steven universe)

H Hiccup Haddock (how to train your dragon)

I Ian Lightfoot (onward)

J Jesper Johanssen (Klaus)

K Kanga & Roo (Winnie the Pooh)

L Lena Sabrewing (ducktales 2017)

M Mulan

N Negaduck (ducktales 2017)

O Olivia Octavius (spiderman into the spiderverse)

P Piers (Pokémon sword and shield)

Q Queen of Hearts (Alice in wonderland)

R Rapunzel (tangled)

S Seviper (pokemon)

T Toothless (how to train your dragon)

U Ursula (the little mermaid)

V Violet Sabrewing (ducktales 2017)

W Winnie the Pooh

X Xatu (pokemon)

Y Yellow Diamond (Steven universe)

Z Zangoose (pokemon)

# Eeyore (Winnie the Pooh)

<3 Sherwin & Jonathan (in a heartbeat)

Wait....why is Astrid wearing glasses? Well its a little sneak peak to my idea for what the modern day dragon riders would wear, which includes Astrid wearing glasses.

And yes, I will post all of them separately

#my art #abcfanarts #how to train your dragon #onward #animal crossing #tangled #steven universe #klaus 2019 #winnie the pooh #ducktales #mulan #spiderman into the spiderverse #pokemon #alice in wonderland #the little mermaid #in a heartbeat

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nerddface · 5 years

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The Fight & The Fall

Characters: Eret, Son of Eret , Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Word count: 2600 whew

Notes: this is v late and has a v bad cheesy title. Shoutout to Men in Tights for the reference ;)

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Eret wasn’t even on Y/N’s radar. She had bigger priorities than this new human member of their team, like figuring out how they were going to integrate another dragon with her incredibly sensitive scaredy-cat of a dragon. Muds was small for a Stormcutter, only slightly more than half the size of her cousin, Cloudjumper, and somewhat dim in comparison, as well. The sharp, innate ability of Stormcutters to distinguish between friend and foe was duller in this poor creature, and it took some doing to earn her trust. Because of her size (or lack thereof), she was meticulous about knowing who was in her surroundings. She knew where every other dragon in a formation was, and attacked just about anything out of place. It took several weeks, quick reflexes, and dozens of treats to teach her a new strategy, and that was just with the original five, familiar dragons. The momentary addition of Heather back on the Edge hadn’t gone well, and Y/N and Muds were grounded most of her stay. Just looking at Eret’s loud, brash Rumblehorn gave her a headache.

Muds, of course, didn’t like him, either. She had a particularly difficult time understanding the shift between “Strange-Hostile-Person-Whom-We’ve-Never-Met” to “Eret-Now-A-Friend-Of-Dragons”. Stoick had visited infrequently with Skullcrusher before, so they were essentially starting from square one. Stormfly, bless her, had done her best to show the younger dragon that the new additions to their team were not threats, but poor Muds just hadn’t grasped the concept yet. Y/N kept Muds and herself at a distance from them, only exchanging short words with Eret over supper to remain civil. He seemed to keep his distance, as well, perhaps not fond of being the odd one out as the new guy, not to mention Ruffnut would hardly leave him alone. Y/N knew too well what the twins’ attention meant, in any capacity, and she couldn’t blame Eret for being scarce.

Hiccup, apparently, had had more than enough of both of their reclusive habits and had called them to the arena at the crack of dawn. He stood now with his arms crossed over his chest, one hand gripping a leather-bound notebook and a stick of charcoal, considering both of them across the sizeable distance they’d put between each other.

“Closer.”

A glance over at Eret revealed to Y/N he was just as confused as she was. “What?”

“We’re here to acclimatize Muds to Skullcrusher, and, by extent, the two of you. That’s not going to happen if you’re standing an ocean apart. A step closer won’t kill you.”

Y/N frowned, but took a step forward. Muds followed close at her back, her head swiveling and the end of her tail flicking as she tried to make sense of the two across the stone from her.

Eret followed, Skullcrusher rumbled up behind him, and Muds chittered.

“I have an idea.” Hiccup leveled both of them with his I-mean-business look. “It should work if both of you cooperate.”

Y/N shrugged. ”Yeah.” Eret also nodded his agreement.

“Great. It’s pretty simple. Eret, Muds is comfortable with Y/N, and the smell of Y/N. I want you to wear her cloak, and Y/N can re-introduce you slowly. Muds may be a little easier to convince that you’re friendly if you smell friendly.”

Surprisingly, it worked. By working gradually, with plenty of gentle assurances and praise on Y/N’s part, Eret could stroke both of Muds’ sides from nose to tail, and Skullcrusher could make a full, slow circle around her at a moderate pace, even without Y/N’s scent draped over them.

“Great,” their leader conceded after about an hour of exercises. “We’ll pick back up tomorrow morning. Y/N, I’d recommend giving Muds a good break.”

Eret handed Y/N her cloak back, and their hands brushed momentarily. She threw it over her shoulders, catching a hint of his scent still clinging to the material. For some reason, it made her strangely nervous. She decided she was not a fan.

“Wonderful. Great lesson. Bye, Hiccup, bye, Emmet.”

Eret didn’t have enough time to process what she’d said and correct her before she was swinging herself into her saddle and taking to the air.

Hiccup sighed and scribbled something in his notebook, leaving them in momentary silence, save for the skittering of dragon claws on the stone as Toothless tracked circles around a disinterested Skullcrusher.

“Sort of quiet, isn’t she?” Eret commented, watching her and Muds leave the arena behind. Hiccup tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chortling laugh, and the newest rider turned to him with a frown.

“What?”

“Y/N is anything but quiet. We thought the same thing, at first, but don’t let it fool you. She’s got a tongue sharp enough to cut off that fluffy braid of yours.”

“Really?” He paused before asking further, “Why doesn’t she speak to me?”

Hiccup shrugged. “Sometimes I’m not sure if her or her dragon is more wary of strangers. I guess neither of them-- ahem-- quite like you.”

Eret’s brow creased further as he looked back up to see Muds’ tail flick around a sea stack and out of sight.

With the dragon bonding underway, the others tried to help the two humans in the equation, in their own way. The twins tried their “T’n’T” (Tried-and-True Tightrope) Method, which thankfully did not involve any explosives. Despite having worked on Dagur and Mala previously, it wasn’t the best approach for Eret and Y/N. The newcomer tumbled off before any semblance of a match could begin, while Y/N, long-accustomed to wave-riding on dragons, balanced atop the swinging tightrope cooly, examining her nails as Eret spat dirt out of his mouth.

Fighlegs tried meditating. It seemed to work-- until he realized the reason they hadn’t been making sarcastic jabs at each other was because they had both fallen asleep.

Astrid just shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll get over each other.”

Snotlout was the last to assist, and had led them both to an open patch of beach on the far side of the island.

“Hiccup is wrong,” he announced as Hookfang found a comfortable spot to nap. “He’s great with dragons, but people are my speciality. I know what you two need.”

Y/N and Eret both stared, silently, waiting for him to continue. He shifted his weight and sighed. “Listen. In the Jorgenson household, we handle things the old fashioned way. The correct way. The only way. No dragons, no ‘talking it out’ or whatever soggy garbage.”

He gestured to behind Y/N with a wave of his arm. “Astrid, if you would.” Y/N turned to see the blonde atop Stormfly, who was coaxing Muds down the beach. Her dragon was, albeit a little cautiously, following at a steady pace. She could play with the Nadder for hours if she was allowed. Y/N frowned and quirked a brow but let it happen.

“Never expect another favor like this, Snotlout,” Astrid called over her shoulder, jabbing a finger at him.

“Yeah, yeah, screw you, Snotlout, I get it, just take the Stormcutter somewhere else. Far away.”

As Muds got further away down the beach, the viking produced a chicken wing from the bag slung across his shoulders.

“You too, big guy.” He waved it before Skullcrusher’s nose until it caught his attention, then slung the chicken and the bag as far as he could, into the trees. The Rumblehorn chased it, rumbling happily, and leaving the humans alone.

Snotlout picked up a large stick from the ground and began tracing a large circle in the sand around them. “Sometimes,” he explained, “You’ve just gotta throw a couple punches. Really brings people together.”

“What, exactly,” Eret questioned, peering over Y/N’s shoulder as Snotlout completed his ring, “are you suggesting?”

Snotlout bonked the stick on the top of Eret’s head. “Fight.”

Y/N snorted, sparing a glance to Eret, who seemed just as apprehensive. “Sorry?”

“Sparring,” Snotlout assured. “Nothing serious. Just to get to know one another.”

“What do I win?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Eret scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Uh, the thrill of victory? Eternal bragging rights? My praise?” Snotlout tossed his stick aside and waved a hand dismissively. “Now get to it. That chicken isn’t going to last forever, and I will not be responsible for that dragon when he comes back.”

When Y/N looked over to Eret, she found his gaze already on her, one brow raised, as if he were asking her agreement to continue. She heaved a short breath.

“Why not? Not like you could do much damage anyway, Egret.”

The comment was sharp, but her voice wasn’t, and a smile tugged at her mouth as she planted her feet shoulder-width apart and balled her fists.

“You’ll see what Eret, son of Eret, is capable of. I’ve taken on whole crews single-handedly!” Eret struck first, feigning to the left before striking at her with his right fist. She missed it with plenty of room to spare. She kept up her defense, knocking half-hearted blows away with ease.

“Oh, please!” she exclaimed. “Are you throwing fists, or flowers?”

Eret’s stance widened and he pulled his fists closer before lunging forward with more force. Y/N had to compensate heavily on her right foot to get out of the way in time, and attempted a feint to the left to get her balance back. It wasn’t very convincing, and he almost got her to trip up before she got her feet right under her, still trying to find an opening in his defense.

He laughed sharply as she dodged another meaty fist. “All bark, but no bite, are you?”

Y/N chuckled breathlessly, and dropped close to the ground and changed her tactics. She swiped a leg out, trying to catch his heel. He jumped over it, but that was what she wanted; she balanced herself on her palms and swung herself around, slamming her other leg into his ankles just as they touched the ground.

He lost his footing and hit the sand with a heavy thud, but recovered quickly, and rolled to avoid her pinning him down. He used his momentum to swing an arm at her head as he got back to his feet. She ducked beneath it and managed a sharp jab to his ribs before he twisted out of her reach.

Eret’s hair was disheveled from his momentary grounding, and his face was flush with effort. Y/N was struck, for a moment, by the glimmer in his eyes and the flash of his teeth. The tattoo on his chin distorted slightly as he frowned with concentration, When did his face get to be that handsome? She was so lost in this moment of admiration that she didn’t catch his palm coming to box at her ear. The sharp blow shook her head out of its bizarre little mood and back into the fight, but as she caught his calf mid-kick she found her breath trembling like the muscle beneath her fingertips.

If Eret noticed her mind was elsewhere, he didn’t ease up on her, and pressed his offense forward, pushing her to the edge of the ring. She was back on strict defense, deflecting blows and dancing out of the way of his rapid punches.

He tried a kick at her at the same time she made a move to duck under his range of fire and strike at his abdomen. Her right leg hooked with his left, and her shoulder collided with his hip, sending them both to the sand. They ended up in a tangled heap, winded both from the fight and the fall.

Eret groaned, and Y/N felt it more than she heard it. He struggled to brace himself up, but only got to his elbows before wincing. His hiss of breath sounded sharply in her ear, and she was sure he could feel the same pain that was blooming in her shoulders. She shifted the knee that had buried in his side, and he lifted his heavy chest off of hers. One of his hands had trapped her bicep above her head, and a thigh was snug between hers.

She cracked her eyes open through the ringing in her head, and met his. She sucked in a breath, of either shock or something else she didn’t know-- the scent of leather and the sea filled her head, and the space between them superheated in an instant. Was it just her imagination, or did she see the same expression of hesitant wonderment in his face? She couldn’t be sure that he had leaned forward just a hair, but she was sure that her heart rate took another spike.

The world seemed to grind to a halt around them, until Snotlout kicked Eret’s thigh. “Round’s over! I didn’t need you two to get that close.”

Eret scrambled off of her, and offered a hand to help her up. Y/N accepted it, hoping he couldn’t tell her hands were getting clammy. She very pointedly studied the sand around them as Snotlout sighed.

“Eret landed top of the pile, so he wins, but really, we all win, don’t we?” He slung his arms around both of their shoulders, yanking them down to the same height. “Would you consider you to be friends, now? Wouldn’t you say that sparring match was just what you needed?”

Y/N wriggled away, but her sneer was breaking into a smile. “Not to your credit, Snotlout.”

“Nonsense. Another rift mended by the expertise of one Snotlout Jorgenson!” He released Eret but ground a fist into his bicep with a grin. “My dad will be so excited to hear that it worked!” He climbed into his dragon’s saddle and jerked his horns. “Let’s go do the family name proud, Hookfang! Have fun being friends! And don’t worry, you can thank me later!”

The pair of troublemakers took off, leaving Eret and Y/N in relative peace. Distantly, Skullcrusher was rumbling through the brush and crunching on bones, but they still had a good minute or so before he returned. Muds was likely still scampering about with Stormfly somewhere out of earshot.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to regain the confidence that had until just recently come so easy to her. “Well, Amit. Since you won, I guess it’s only fair that you pick your prize.”

He mulled it over for a moment, hoping the blush that flared up on his face was still hidden under the pretense of exertion. Half of those thoughts did not have any right to be in his head at that moment. He schooled his voice into steadiness before speaking. “You... could help me with the training arena? I’m on cleaning duty this week.”

Y/N shrugged. “Sure. Maybe I could get some dusting done with that little brush back here.” She ruffled the spiky end of his hair, and he laughed.

“Bad idea. Dust makes me sneeze.”

“We’ll figure something out, Achoo, son of A-sneeze. We may need a lot of water. You could use a bath, anyway.”

She was joking, but he was suddenly trying to remember the last time he’d washed. “Really?”

Her laugh lifted his chest and the corners of his lips. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze sidled over his face. “No, Eric. You’re fine.”

“It’s Eret.”

“I know, Aaron.”

Eret sighed, but didn’t complain. For her favor, he could take a couple new names. And maybe... one day she’d be saying his name right.

#eret son of eret #eret x reader #httyd fanfic #minimal editing lmao #i've been trying to grind through this #and it was mostly done for like the LONGEST TIME #but there was this one little bit #that just wouldn't fit together quite #and it was KILLING ME #KILLING ME I TELLYOU #eret

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disneygirl2202 · 6 years

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You Left Him (Hiccup x reader)

Requested?: No

Astrid’s P.O.V

I watch as Hiccup shoots off into the air with Toothless, leaving us behind.

I hop onto Stormfly and head back to Berk. Only to see Stoick with his back towards me, talking to Gobber and the others.

“What have I missed?” I ask

“We need to discuss something about someone who can be of help to us at the time.” Stoick says

“Let me guess... Y/N?” I say

“You know she’s our best bet.” Stoick says

“Yeah, whatever, I just feel like we can survive without her.” I start

“What do you even have against her?” Fishlegs says

“You wouldn’t understand, you don’t have to deal with anybody else who is in love with Heather.” I grumble

“I technically loved him first.” A voice says from my back

“Y/N!” Fishlegs exclaims, seeing his best friend

“Hey, Fishlegs.” She laughs

Your P.O.V.

You walk over to the group, Y/D/N, another night fury following behind you.

“I technically loved him first.” You say, crossing your arms behind Astrid

“Y/N!” Fishlegs exclaims

You smile at your best friend as Astrid turns to look at you and almost falls onto her butt when she sees the night fury.

“Hey, Fishlegs.” You say

“H-how do you have a night fury?” Astrid manages to get out

“I had to rescue it from my father who gave it to Viggo and Ryker.” You start

You notice everyone staring at you as you say the Grimborne’s names.

“You guys think you were the only ones who rescues dragons?” You ask

“We would’ve run into you!” Fishlegs says

“You didn’t because of Dagur and Heather.” You say

“Of course they helped you...” Astrid says

“You have no room to talk Astrid, I left so you can have Hiccup.” You start “You knew I was in love with him but you didn’t care. You were also the one who told everyone I was dead!”

You feel the tears start to run down your cheeks. You set your hand down on Y/D/N as she tries to cuddle up into you even more than she already is.

“What do you mean by that?” Snotlout asks

“Y/N?...” Hiccup trails off

“Hiccup?” You ask as you turn around

“H-how are you alive? People have told me that you were dead for the past four years.” He starts

“I know Hiccup, I’ve been kept updated. Heather and Dagur have helped me.” You say

He looks at everybody then stops at Astrid, causing her to look away from him. You turn yourself around and start to mount Y/D/N.

“I should leave. I don’t want to ruin anything between you and Astrid.” You start “Stoick just terror mail me the plans and I’ll be there.”

“Y/N! Wait!” Hiccup yells

“What the Thor is going on?” Stoick asks “She’s more than willing to help yet none of you are grateful?”

Hiccup’s P.O.V.

I watch as Y/N and her night fury shoot off into the night sky, taking cover in the clouds.

“No, we are more than grateful that she is willing to help even though she is obviously still in love with Hiccup.” Ruffnut says “But it is Astrid who doesn’t want her around, afraid that Hiccup will go running off to her like he would’ve if she had stayed.”

“That is not true!” Astrid yells

“Oh, really? You were never jealous of the friendship that Hiccup and Y/N had when we were younger?” Snotlout asks

“No, cause I knew that Hiccup would need somebody there to help him after class when he failed to kill a dragon. Cause it sure wasn’t going to be me.” She starts

I look back at her as she looks at me then turns away and walks off towards her family’s hut.

“Thanks for that Astrid! This is why I never tried to hang out with you when we were younger.” I holler after her “I wish I realized it then that I was in love with her!”

She looks back at me and scoffs then continues back towards her hut.

-~-

I watch as Heather and Y/N take some Singetails after them towards the sky.

“We need to get the riders off.” Y/N yells

“On it!” Heather yells

-~-

I watch as Y/N says goodbye to everybody but me.

She mounts Y/D/N and shoots off into the sky.

I see from a distance Astrid and Stormfly fly after her.

I quickly hop onto Toothless and shoot after the four of them.

Your P.O.V.

Your flying through the sky heading back to Wingmaiden Island, keeping an eye out for Viggo just in case.

“Y/N, we need to talk!” You hear Astrid yell

“What about? I have nothing to say to you.” You say

“Well, it doesn’t look like I am giving you a choice.” She says as she catches up with you and Y/D/N

“Look, I’m leaving you and the others, including my best friend so that you can be happy.” You say, slowing your dragon down

“I see that. But you think that you can come back and try to take Hiccup just like that?!” She yells

“I wasn’t trying to take Hiccup for Thor’s sake.” You say

“You left him!” She yells

“You think I don’t know that?!” You yell “I left him for my best friend. Or who I thought was one of my best friends.”

She stops and looks at you.

“What do you mean by that?” She asks

“I could tell that you were actually falling in love with him even despite not wanting to because of me being in love with him. So I decided to take myself out of the picture.” You explain “That’s why I let you tell everyone I was dead.”

“Y/N...” Astrid starts

“Don’t Astrid. You and Hiccup are happy. I’m not going to ruin that.” You say

You watch her as she shrinks in the distance as you fly away into the darkness.

Hiccup’s P.O.V.

I finally catch up with Astrid to see her looking off into the distance.

“Hiccup, I can’t do this anymore. I can tell how much she loves you and how much you love her.” She starts

“Astrid what are you saying?” I ask

“Go get her Hiccup.” She says

I fly over to her and kiss her cheek without falling off.

“Thank you Astrid. I’m sorry.” I say

“Don’t be sorry Hiccup. I should be the one apoligizing. I’m the one who kept you from being together.” She says

-~-

I finally find Y/N when she is stopping at Wingmaiden island.

“Hey little guys.” She greets the baby Razorwhips

“Good to see you made it back safely.” Atali says

“Just had to say goodbye. Now time to help around here with my Razorwhip.” She says with a laugh as a Razorwhip climbs onto her back

“Y/N?” I ask

Hiccup?! You followed me?” She asks, turning sharply to look at me

“Yeah. I needed to.” I say “Atali think we could talk?”

“Of course Hiccup.” She says, turning to leave

Toothless chases after her dragon as we walk towards the forest.

“Why did you follow me?” She asks

“Because I love you.” I say

“What about Astrid?” She asks

“She told me to.” I say

She looks at the ground and I take her hand and set my other hand on her cheek and make her look at me.

“It’s always been you Y/N. I just wish I had seen it earlier.” I say

“Hiccup...” She says

I smile softly at her and place a soft kiss to her lips.

“Just come home?” I ask

“I can’t. Not till the Razorwhip is ready to go back into the wild.” She says

I look at her as she just sighs and lets go of my hand.

“I’ll come home as soon as I can.” She says

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I'd love to see a Dagur x (fem) reader with a reader who rides a skrill

Dagur busied himself with the harvest reports for the season as he waited with a few of his men for Hiccup’s new rider to arrive. With Viggo and Krogan still at large, Hiccup was trying to gather as many people as he could to put an end to their atrocities. He’d been reaching out to everyone he could, eventually exhausting the terrors and having to resort to sending riders with his letters. It was obvious he was getting desperate and Dagur wasn’t sure how many people were helping Hiccup because they actually cared for the cause and how many were helping out of pity.

He glanced up from the reports to make sure his men were keeping watch for the rider like he’d asked and went back to his work. Alright, the yield of lettuce was smaller this season than the last, but potatoes were doing exceptionally well–

“Rider coming from the north!” a man called from the next watchtower. Dagur set the reports down and took the offered spyglass, pointing it to the north side of the island. The cloudless skies made it easy enough to spot you on the back of your Skrill, its wings beating strong against the wind.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Dagur muttered to himself. “Remember, Dagur. Not their fault, not their fault, not their fault.” He continued to repeat this until you came within hearing range.

The exchange was courteous enough; Dagur held back any comments on your Skrill and you were as polite as any newbie was expected to be. It went by rather quickly, too.

“He’s my brother,” Dagur said, “Of course I’d help him. He didn’t even have to make the effort to send the letter.”

You thanked him with a smile, glad to have another ally for your cause and climbed onto the back of your Skrill to deliver his response. Just before you took off, however, Dagur stopped you with a hand next to yours on the saddle. You thought he had a rather strange expression on his face, and he took a breath before speaking.

“When you see Hiccup, could you give him a message from me?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Give him this face for me,” he said and contorted his face into the most uncontrolled mask of rage you’d seen in all your years of life. Both corners of his mouth were pulled downward and the furrow between his brows spoke of no good will. And as quickly as it came, it was gone. You weren’t sure how to ask about it and he cut off your “um” with, “Don’t worry, he’ll know what it means.”

As you flew off back toward Dragon’s Edge, you thought about what exactly it meant to be a part of this group of dragon riders. Hours later, Dragon’s Edge was within eyesight and you still were no closer to an answer now than you were on Berserker Island’s shores.

“Welcome back, Y/N,” Hiccup greeted you as you walked in. “What did Dagur say?”

“He said that we have his help and– uh– he asked me to give you a message,” you said and, before he could ask, schooled your expression into the best imitation of the face Dagur showed you that you could muster.

“Oh. So he is still mad.”

Taking Dagur x Reader requests. May be a bit slow in answering them. Gotta study for midterms or I’ll die

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.19

Dagur x Reader

Yay! longer chapter and a faster update! I'm finally getting into a better headspace and am enjoying writing again.

Thanks for reading. Also, for anyone interested in AOT, check out my mafia Erwin Fic.

"Tuffnut! * ACHOOO! *" you scream at the blond as the poor Gronkle you were trying treat's rash was interrupted by Ruff and Tuff's prank, replacing your herbs with weeds that triggered your allergies. It's been three years since the war with the Berserkers and a lot has changed. Snotlout is working at the armory, the twins much to everyone's chagrin have pledged themselves to Loki, Fishlegs is a history teacher now, Astrid has told you she plans to join the Berk guard. The atter being something she has yet to tell Hiccup, which left slightly anxious to see how he would react. You had continued your training under Gothi and finished your studying of human medicine. Beyond that, you were learning and inventing medicine and cures for dragons, as well as documenting dragon behavior with Fishlegs. You had even managed to train Scabbard to be a sort of emotional help assistant, helping to calm both human and dragon patients (and even yourself on rough days).

It seemed like everyone in the group had found their place in the world, all that is, except for Hiccup. You loved your brother, but at the end of the day you had new responsibilities. You could see that he was struggling to keep the group together. In the beginning, once the war had finished, you and the others had explored every corner of the archipelago and found every known dragon to ever exist. Hiccup still believed there were more dragons out there but with no signs for years, everyone just sort of moved on, all but Hiccup that is. You were worried how the only group member that still went looking with him (Astrid) leaving would affect him.

Wiping your nose and eyes you walked home, calling it quits after the twins' stunt left you puffy eyed and pink nosed. Placing your satchel on the table you stretched out the tension built throughout the day. When the sound of the door opening caught your attention, you didn't need to look to know it was your brother. "Hey Hiccup, how was your day?".

"Yeah yeah fine" he said quiet and defeated making you stop your stretching to watch his slightly hunched over form march to his room with Toothless in tow. Silver Tongue let out an almost questioning coo laced with his regular sour attitude. "I'm not sure bud".

"Hiccup, is everything alright?" you ask knocking on his door. "Yeah, just a long day" the tone of his voice made it obvious that it was a lie, but you didn't want to push it. "Ok... Is it ok if Scabbard sleeps with you. She's a bit upset with Silver Tongue right now, I think she could use some space" the room remained quiet until the door cracked open just wide enough for a small dragon to crawl through. On cue, Scabbard scrambled through, ready to put her newfound skills to the test. "Atta girl. Come on Silver Tongue, let's go to bed" you turned only to see that he had left for your room a while ago. "You suck" you sigh.

The next day was made up of finding and sorting all the herbs the twins had replaced and hidden around Berk. "Y/N!" you heard Astrid call for you as you were half inside a barrel trying to reach the bundle of cloves Ruffnut had no doubt hidden there "Yeah?".

"We have an emergency". You pull yourself out and dust your hands on your apron. "What is it. Did the dragons eat something?".

"I need you to promise you're not going to freak out" Astrids request made you uneasy. "Ok?" Astrid took a deep breath and looked you in the eye, "Dagur escaped outcast Island". Your stomach sank as you were hit by a wave of dread. Dagur was free? As in, roaming the archipelago to do whatever he wants?

"Y/N, breathe" you hadn't noticed you were holding your breath until Astrid put her hand on your shoulder. You thought everything was over, that you wouldn't need to think about that man and his stupid face ever again. Scabbard was quick to jump into action, crawling up onto your shoulder and purring while filling your ears with the sounds of strong steady breaths for you to copy. "Are you ok?" Astrid asks hand on your back, to which you nod.

It's been three years since you last saw him, and the last thing you said to him was a panicked "hi". Seriously you couldn't have even bothered to say "Hey Dagur, you're cool and all, and I really like you. But you tried to steal my brother's dragon so I'm going to have to throw you in prison now" granted that wasn't much better, but you could have said literally anything, and it would have been infinitely better. He was probably on his way to get revenge on you and Hiccup along with the rest of Berk.

Wait a minute... NO nonononono! You. do. not. like. Dagur. Astrid pulled you out of your rambling thoughts when she dragged you along to the old academy so Hiccup could brief everyone on the plan. You could feel everyone's eyes on you when you arrived, but you were too in thought to acknowledge it.

"All we got out of Johann before he passed out was this: Dagur escaped from Outcast Island by commandeering his ship. He threw Johan overboard about here" Hiccup said gesturing to a large map.

"So, what you're saying is Dagur could be anywhere by now" Snotlout crossed his arms. "Well, technically, yes".

"Oh" Snotlout smiles "Great great great. SO that just leaves -- I don't know, let me think about this-- THE ENTIRE OCEAN TO SEARCH!" he screams "No thank you".

"Master Hiccup" Johann greets. "Johann, you're awake". "And feeling much better, thank you for asking. More importantly, I have more than a strong suspicion where our nefarious foe may be heading" he says waving his hand over the edge of the map. "Outside the archipelago?" Hiccup asks.

"No! Just inside the fog bank on our outer group of islands". "We've never been out that far".

"When Dagur commandeered my precious ship, he also came into possession of a very important map-- one that leads to a graveyard of ships hidden in that fog bank" Johann says distressed only for Snotlout to interrupt. "Wow! That's the first place I'd go" Snotlout says laced with sarcasm.

"Can I hit him?" you look to Hiccup who put his head in his hand at your anticks.

"If I may be allowed to finish?-", "Johann, last time we allowed you to finish, we ended up on Breakneck Bog. So, no-- no finishing. OW!" Snotlout stopped as your hand swung down hitting him on the back of the head.

"Enough!" Hiccup called, "What's so special about the graveyard and why would he go there?". "Well, you see--" Hiccup put his hand up to cut him off, "The short version please".

Johann's face fell as he did what even Odin would not think possible; Summarize, "It's where I store all my treasures and wars". The groups jaws dropped, and eyes widened at his words. So short, so precise, and to the point. "Wow, concise, to the point. Who knew he had it in him?" Tuffnut gasped.

"Johann, is there anything else?" Hiccup asked. "As a matter of fact, there is one ship you must avoid at all costs. It's called... the Reaper. Riddled with booby traps from stem to stern. Barely made it out with my life the only time I dared venture aboard".

"Ok, Toothless, let's go. Unless of course, any of you can make time out of your busy schedules to capture a dangerous maniac?" It was obvious that the rest of the group was already in, and despite your concerns, you knew you couldn't let them do this alone. "Right then. Saddle up, and we'll head out".

You would be lying if you didn't say the flight over was somewhat fun. Hiccup had you do your old formations and like before Snotlout didn't listen. It was familiar, comfortable even. "So, Y/N" Snotlout began to ask, and you prepared for something stupid. "Are you sure, you're gonna be ok locking up your boyfriend again?" your eyes widened and grip on your saddle tightened. "Woah!" snotlout screamed as you flew Silver Tonge into his side, nearly knocking him off. "Alright alright! I get it, touchy subject" he scoffed.

Astrid and Hiccup shared a concerned look before Hiccup spoke, "Y/N, if this is too much, you don't have to do this. We can handle Dagur". "No. I'm fine".

It was night by the time you reached the fog banks, the water littered with wrecked ships. "I knew it. I knew there was more" Hiccup said. "Some of these ships, I've never seen anything like them before" Astrid chimes in. "Ok, everybody fan out. If you see any trace of Dagur, send a signal".

With a deep breath you wing left, separating from the others. Silver Tongue growled lowly as you swept through the fog, "Easy boy, I know, I don't like this either", maybe you should have brought Scabbard, she would do a much better job at calming him down. At the very least you know Dagur isn't here.

Landing top of a ship you meet the others. "No sign of Dagur" you say as you slide off of your saddle. "Looks like we got here first. What's the plan?".

"We wait". "Wait a minute. For how long? This Fog really gives Meatlug the willies" Fishlegs asks. "He's right, the low visibility is putting Silver Tongue on edge" he hasn't stopped looking around since you got here. And you can only imagine it will get worse when Dagur shows up, seeing as the two didn't leave on the best terms. "They have a point" Astrid says, "We can't wait around here forever". "Well, we can't just leave Johann's treasures here either. Dagur will steal them".

"And use the profits to build a new armada" That wouldn't be good. One Berserker armada was enough for your lifetime. "Not if we steal them first" says Ruff followed by her brother. "That is the dumbest idea I've ever heard. I hereby disown you!".

"Actually, you know what? I sort of like it" Hiccup says. "Welcome back to the family" You could swear you feel a headache coming on from their idiocy.

"Here's the plan: we search the ships, gather up Johann's treasure, and take it back to Berk. But keep your eyes open for Dagur, he could show up at any time" The sounds of loud hissing interrupted Hiccup as giant eels launch themselves onto the Reaper. "Silver Tongue!" but it was too late. The dragons had been spooked off, taking off, all except for Toothless.

As if things could be worse, several eels began to wrap themselves around one side of the ship, causing it to tip vertically. "The eels are pulling the ship down!" Fishlegs yells as you all begin to slide down the deck. "Fishlegs, grab my foot!" Snotlout yells in a rare moment of courage after he gets a grip on the ship. And like a chain each of you grab onto the other's feet, much to Snotlouts pain.

"We're gonna live!" Tuff cheers enthusiastically. Astrid, who is at the end of the chain, however, and gripping onto your feet begins to slip. "Astrid!" you look down to see as she loses hold of you. "Most of us are gonna live!". Hiccup and Toothless dive into the water after her, blasting the eels under water and pulling her out, scaring the eels away and causing the ship to rock back onto its hull.

As you each pulled yourselves up from the ground you clutched your ears at Snotlouts shouting. "Pardon me, does anyone else think that Johann could have warned us about I don't know, THE GIANT SCREAMING EELS?!".

"Snotlout would you relax" Hiccup scolds, "The dragons will be back. In the meantime, we stick with the plan. We find Johann's treasure, quietly". Snotlout frowns and stomps away, each of you splitting up to search a ship.

Once you had found an unoccupied ship you made quick to check the captain's quarters, which yielded no treasure. The hull, however, was a different story. Creeping down the stairs a gently as possible did nothing to silence the loud creak of the boards. "Odin's beard" you said, your jaw practically on the floor. The hull was filled with chests overflowing with weird green ores.

"What are you?" you inspect the ore; it was definitely not from the archipelago. The sound of a creak sounded behind you, someone is here. Quickly you draw your sword and crouch behind one of the larger chests.

"Check down there!" with a grumble, another voice trudged down the stairs. "Nuth'n but more of the green stuff" the oafish voice called to the other. Peaking over the chest you looked the man up and down. Until a small sigil caught your eye, Berserker. The other voice called down, "Well, start loading it up".

"Damn it" no way to sneak out of this one. The Berserker took three steps towards the chest to your immediate left, and you used this to your opportunity. Quickly you pounced on him, covering his mouth so he couldn't scream as locked your legs around his throat. He flailed around for around a minute and a half when he stopped moving. "What's taking so long? Hurry up!", "...".

"Did you hear me? I said, Hurry U-" The Berserker was interrupted by a large brick of green ore hitting him square in the face as you rushed up the stairs. You ran as quickly as you could, trying to use his disoriented state to your advantage but unfortunately, he wasn't the only Berserker on the deck. "Damn it" you were met face to face with five Berserkers two of which had crossbows now pointed at you. Begrudgingly you dropped your sword and kicked it over. leaving your hidden dagger in your boot.

"Sir" one of the Berserkers greeted, looking behind you. Turning your head, above you next to the ships steering stood the source of all of your problems.

Sarcasm spilled from your every pore "Oh well isn't that just perfect".

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Handball-WM: Katar wirft Deutschland aus dem Turnier

Handball-WM Katar wirft Deutschland aus dem Turnier

Damit hat niemand gerechnet: Für die deutsche Handball-Auswahl ist im Achtelfinale der WM Endstation. Katar drehte die Partie kurz vor Schluss.

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Katar besiegt die deutsche Handball-Auswahl

Sonntag, 22.01.2017 19:31 Uhr

Die deutschen Handballer sind bei der WM in Frankreich überraschend im Achtelfinale gescheitert. Die Mannschaft von Bundestrainer Dagur Sigurdsson unterlag Vize-Weltmeister Katar in Paris nach einer ganz schwachen Angriffsleistung völlig unerwartet 20:22 (10:9) und tritt nach zuvor fünf Siegen in fünf Spielen die Heimreise an.

Patrick Groetzki und Holger Glandorf konnten mit jeweils vier Toren die Niederlage des Europameisters nicht verhindern. Die Auswahl des Deutschen Handballbundes (DHB) war bereits 2015 im WM-Viertelfinale gegen den damaligen Gastgeber Katar ausgeschieden. Beim Sieger ragte Rafael Capote mit neun Toren heraus.

“Wir fahren mit einem guten Gefühl nach Paris. Wir sind in guter Verfassung”, hatte Sigurdsson nach der makellosen Gruppenphase erklärt. Und das bewiesen seine Spieler, die vor der Partie beim Einlaufen von DHB-Präsident Andreas Michelmann am Spielfeldrand abgeklatscht wurden, in der Anfangsphase auch. Nach einem sehenswerten Heber von Kreisläufer Patrick Wiencek und einem Tempogegenstoß-Treffer von Steffen Fäth führte der Olympia-Dritte vor 10.209 Zuschauern 6:2 (11. Minute).

Doch mit zunehmender Spieldauer schlichen sich immer mehr Fehler ins deutsche Offensivspiel ein. Die Angriffe wurden teils zu überhastet abgeschlossen, häufig wurden falsche Entscheidungen getroffen. Zudem fand die DHB-Auswahl in Torhüter Danijel Saric immer wieder ihren Meister. Asienmeister Katar gelang daher nach 20 Minuten der Ausgleich zum 7:7.

Wolff überragt im deutschen Tor

Auf ihre Deckung um Abwehrchef Finn Lemke und den starken Schlussmann Wolff konnte sich die DHB-Auswahl, die Katar im Viertelfinale der Olympischen Spiele in Rio klar geschlagen hatte (34:22), aber verlassen. Lemke und Wiencek blockten immer wieder Würfe, dahinter war Wolff nur schwer zu überwinden. Bis zur Halbzeit parierte der Keeper 60 Prozent der auf sein Tor abgegebenen Würfe, darunter zwei Siebenmeter. Das erste Turniertor des nachnominierten Ex-Weltmeisters Glandorf bescherte dem Favoriten eine knappe Pausenführung.

“Wir tun uns schwer, aber auf den handballwolff ist Verlass”, twitterte Ex-Nationalspieler Stefan Kretzschmar in der Halbzeitpause. Daran änderte sich auch im zweiten Durchgang zunächst nichts. Wolff parierte seinen dritten Siebenmeter, doch im Angriff suchte der Europameister verzweifelt nach Lösungen und scheiterte immer wieder an Saric.

Da Katar aber ebenfalls große Probleme im Angriff hatte, blieb die Begegnung torarm. Nach längerer Zeit setzte sich die deutsche Mannschaft in der 43. Minute wieder ein bisschen ab (15:12), auch eine doppelte Unterzahl überstand die Sigurdsson-Truppe im Anschluss unbeschadet.

Davon beflügelt gewann die DHB-Auswahl zwischenzeitlich an Sicherheit, Fäth traf zum 17:13 (46.). Doch die Schlussphase wurde zum Nervenspiel. Wiencek sah nach seiner dritten Zeitstrafe die Rote Karte und Katar kam wieder zum Ausgleich (17:17/50.). In der Schlussphase hatte das deutsche Team seine Nerven nicht mehr im Griff, das WM-Aus war die Folge.

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Night Rider pt. 2

Hiccup x Fem!Reader

AN: Anything in italics are either a recap, thoughts, flashbacks/ earlier events, and letters. You and Voror have a silent way of communicating with each other through learned ways of hand placements.

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Recap:

Sneaking past the sleeping quarters of the hunters you moved to the door that held the dragon pens. Upon opening the door a Zippleback hissed quietly, shushing the dragons you showing that you meant no harm you quickly unlocked each of the pens. Touching the snout of a Monstrous Nightmare and Gronkle you lead them out of the boat to the top deck. Mounting Voror you gave a low whistle to the freed dragons. Patting Voror’s head he started to rise off the deck giving lead to the other dragons who soon followed suit following you to their new home.

With the new members in tow you lead them towards a new home where they wouldn’t be found but still be free from mankind.

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Flying back through an opening in the dragon sanctuary you quickly dismount and pull off your helmet. “Valka! We’re home and we have some new friends!” your voice echos off the icy walls. Not hearing a response you go back out to the new dragons and start looking at each individually to see if they might have obtained injuries when they were captured. Noticing that a Nightmare and a few other dragons had received a few deep scratches you went to find the ointment on one of you makeshift shelves. “No...no, not it, um hmm, no. Ah! Here it is,” you muttered to yourself while looking for the right material.

Walking back into the main area of the dragon sanctuary you find Valka there looking at the new dragons. “Where did you find these ones, little one?” Valka hummed hearing your footsteps re-enter. “I did another night raid just a little past the Northern Markets. They were another one of the hunter’s shipments. I don’t know if it was for an auction or not,” you told her while handing her some of the medical supplies. Humming in acknowledgement Valka began cleaning the wounds of the dragons, “What matters little one is that they’re safe now.” Smiling at Valka’s statement you continued your work.

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The gang were all gathered in the Clubhouse. “Hey guys, I think we have mail,” Tuffnut casually stated from his stretched out position on one of the chairs. “How do you know we have mail?” Snotlout huffed out kicking Tuffnut’s chair causing him to fall out. Not even bothering to get up from his spot on the floor he raised his hand and pointed, “In about three... two... one... and BING!” The shriek of a Nightterror sounded through the room. “Told ya we were getting mail!” “Um that’s very observant of you Tuff...?” Hiccup glanced at his laying figure on the floor before turning to the Nightterror who landed on the table.

“Alright, who is it from this time?” Astrid pulled the letter from the Nightterror opening it. “It’s from Heather...” This got everyone’s attention. “Heather?” “What did she say?” Hiccup looked at Astrid waiting for her to read the message, absentmindedly he pulled out the nadder spine while he listened.

Riders,

We have spotted the Night Rider near the outer islands of Berserker Island. We aren’t engaging them at this time. They have yet to be seen as a threat. However, it appears that they are looking for something. We don’t know if it’s an island or a ship. Dagur and I decided that we would send this Terror mail now and another once we have gained more information.

Let us know if you need anything,

Heather

All eyes were on Hiccup as Astrid finished reading. Dropping the nadder spine Hiccup looked up, “Pack your bags gang, we are taking a trip to Berserker Island.”

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“(Y/N) we can’t keep the Riders in the dark about this,” Heather called from the back of her Razorwhip. You just landed on the sea stack you agreed to meet at. “I know Heather,” you sighed and pulled off your helmet, “I don’t know them and these raids are dangerous enough as it is. I’m putting you in possible danger just by being associated with you.” “But, these people know you. They grew up with you if you were from Berk,” Heather pressed. “And you know that I don’t remember much of that time. I don’t know why but the people I might have known are foggy,” you shrugged and looked to the side. Being unable to remember these so-called important people in your life stung a little. “Besides, the last thing I remember about Berk was that they were at war with dragons. Not all people change.” Both of you sighed dejectedly knowing that this wasn’t a time for this discussion.

Dismounting your dragons you heard the sound of a Gronkle flying towards the sea stack. “Sisters!” Dagur called when he got within range. “Hi again Dagur. Did you find anything out?” you seemed rushed, but the longer they were with you worried you to know end. “Yeah, yeah I managed to over hear a conversation while at the Northern Markets and picked up some stuff for you,” Dagur handed you a rolled up parchment and some more medical supplies. “Thank you both for helping me. I know this isn’t easy going behind the Dragon Riders backs like this and keeping them in the dark,” you gave them a smile while putting the supplies away. “Sister we are Berserkers! We made a pact together and a Berserker never breaks their promise,” Dagur walked up to you and gave you a hug. Heather nodded in agreement before also giving you a hug. Returning both you mounted your nadder who sat quietly through the whole ordeal.

Sliding your helmet back down over your face you placed one hand near the base of Voror’s neck, taking the signal he started to fly back the way you came from.

A few miles from the sea stack was a ship, to be more exact it was a hunter ship. “Sir! The Night Rider and it’s dragon were just spotted off of Berseker Island,” one of the hunters called while looking out a spy glass. “Excellent we will keep tabs on them, and get that rare Deadly Nadder.”

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.23

Dagur x Reader

LESGOOOOOO!!! Three updates in a month! Looks like we have a somewhat solid update schedule guy.... wonder how long until the burnout hits. Sorry if the chapter is a little shorter than usual, just wanted to get something out before school steals all my attention.

Dagur had grown a lot in the past three years, grown in madness, grown in delusion, but also in muscle and height. Two of which were currently on display as he towered over your laid out form, holding the dagger in his right, your ankle in his left.

"How did you know about that" he spun the blade in his hand with ease relaxed and staring down at you. "Y/N, I have gone three years without so much as your voice. So, when I look at you, I take in everything" he slid the knife back into your boot, moving so he can lay on the bed next to you. Dagur shifted to wrap his arms around you, holding your side into his chest while he rests his chin on your head. It was awkward, at least for you it was. Dagur, content to bury his nose in your hair. As stiff as you were, you couldn't help but melt into the softness of the sheets. Who would have thought the chief of the Berserkers would be so diligent with keeping his linens clean.

"Never say that, again unless you mean it" he said the word with venom as if cursing the very memory. Maybe saying that you and Dagur would never be together wasn't the best thing to do immediately after making him upset minutes earlier. But it was something that was in your mind, an unfortunate truth. Sure, a part of you still cared for Dagur and missed when you were able to be with him, but that was before the war. "I do mean it" Dagur released one of his hands around your waist to grip your chin to look at him. "Then say it" you remembered the last time he did this; made you challenge your feelings. It was a similar situation to this, just a different ship and a different time.

You were a fool to think you would be able to face him alone. You had honestly believed you had trained yourself to deal with Dagur, no one could; he was wild and unpredictable. Your silence was answer enough for him it would seem, as he cupped the side of your face. "What can I do to make you forgive me".

"Leave my brother and Berk alone, forget the dragons, forget your revenge" Dagur seemed to think for a moment before releasing you and sitting up and walking to the center of the room. "My love, you know I can't do that" you sat up quickly to stare at him. "You say you love me" you asked.

"I do!" his answer is instant a glimpse of his more deranged tone seeping through. "Then forget it all! If you love me, you'll leave them alone". Dagur's eyes turn wide, his pupils narrowed and crazy. His hands are suddenly gripping your arms, squishing them to your sides, as he looks down at you, insane. "I love you. I love you, and that's why I'm doing this" his grip tightens to the cusp of pain, but not quite. Uncomfortable and firm you can't move to gain distance from the now worked up Berserker, "As long as Hiccup is alive, he'll try to take you from me".

"Because you're crazy!" your arms were released and Dagur stepped back enraged. "You- you... AAAAGGGHH" Dagur spun around away from you, carding a hand through his hair, "I'm getting some air!" he yelled slamming the door as he exits.

The faint sound of a scream and a splash told you that Dagur no doubt threw someone overboard, which made you feel a slight amount of guilt for the poor bystander that happened to cross his path after your argument.��

Dagur was upset, no, livid, to say the least. He understood that he had a habit of making rash and less thought-out decisions when it came to you. But they were always in your best interest. And you- You just had to be so well equipped to getting under his skin. He wasn't mad at you per say. No, he could never be mad at you, but he was irritated. You knew all the perfect spots to hit to get him worked up. And usually he loved that, to him it was a testament to your bond. But right now, he really wished you would take a moment to realize he was doing this for you.

Being called crazy wasn't an insult, not when you said it. But that glare you fixed it with, along with your vocal and visible demeaning nature was. Dagur would never say it (to anyone but you), but he loved it when you would get angry. The way your hot and narrowed eyes would be on him, and only him. It was likely stemmed from the lack of your attention he was given in his youth. But he planned to make up for it ten times over once the two of you got married. If only you could see that. If only you could see all the joy and freedom this would bring. But until then Dagur was stuck outside, away from you, throwing anyone that got in his way overboard.

The stopping of the ship brought Dagur's attention away from his irritation. His mood did a 180 at the realization that the treasure would soon be in his possession. This was just a temporary issue; you were being stubborn out of habit not out of malice. It would be gone in a couple weeks, and if not, Dagur had some ideas of how to get it out of your system.

"This is it" Gustav said stopping at the mouth of the cave. "Why are we stopping" Dagur asked. "No reason, I was just kind of impressed that you trusted your men enough to show them exactly where the treasure is hidden. Especially when there's so much of it" the brat in question had a point. Dagur trusted himself to be able to scare his men back in line when they got unruly, but that didn't mean they couldn't try.

"Stay here" Dagur called to his crew, gesturing with the dragon eye. "Why" the sound of Savages voice was grating to his ears. Dagur played up his pondering before letting out a loud stream that sent the outcast found berserker cowering backwards, "Oh, uh. Let's see, uh... I don't know. Maybe because... I said so!!!".

"Oh, good idea, sir. We'll stay here and uh... guard the prisoner" Dagur sent a maddening look back at the tall man. "Uh, the queen" he corrected. Turning sharply Dagur walked over to Gustav forcefully placing the dragon eye in his hand for Fanghook to activate. The dragon eye illuminated an orange yellow light, casting the map onto the rock in front of them. "Ah, I see. You outdid yourself, Hiccup. I love this thing". And with that the pair and the made their way into the cave. one of which, unaware to the approaching dragon rider.

You however are in a much less open area, still locked in Dagur's quarters. The sound of soldiers marching outside the door told you that unfortunately, they were smart enough not to leave the ship unattended. "Ok, come on brain, think" A glint from the small window in the room gave you an idea, but without a getaway plan, it would take Dagur a matter of minutes to find you once he realized you were gone. However, the faint outline of a black shadow approaching the island told you that your getaway was already here. Pulling the knife out from your boot you wedged is between the pane and the wood of the ship to use as leverage to pop the glass out.

Unfortunately using both hands to leverage the glass was not the best idea, as the glass came out farther than expected and fell to the ground shattering. The door began to rattle as berserkers came running over struggling to unlock the door. Without hesitation you threw yourself out the window landing in the shallow waters of the island. Looking up you could see the glinting yellow scales of Silver Tongue flying above, invisible to the oblivious and distracted Berserkers. Quietly to swam along the beach line till the ship was out of sight.

Silver Tongue's beating wings kicked up large plumes of sand that stuck to your wet form. "Alright buddy, let's get out of here" Silver Tongue let out a huff and low groan, the two of you taking off back towards the edge.

As it would turn out, Gustav had planned to stay behind in order to steal back the dragon eye as well as get the treasure. A plan that by some miricle had worked.

"Gustav I-" Astrid was interrupted by the teenager placing a finger to her lips and shushing her, "Uh-uh, stop right there, sweets. I can't stay. My mom would kill me. She usually notices I've been gone after about three days".

"Or she just enjoys the quiet for three days" you whisper earning an elbow from Hiccup as well as a high five from Tuff. "Alright, Fanghook, let's go. You take care babe. Don't worry, Gustav will be back soon!" the boy and his dragon then lifted off the ground back towards Berk.

Hiccup moved to open a small wooden chest. "What's that". "Oh, just something I found at the bottom of that cave" he held up a blue crystal eye lens. "Oh, a new lens" Fishlegs said. "Yeah, there was treasure in those caves after all. The dragon eye was giving us clues on how to find it all along. We just weren't looking in the right place". Fishlegs' eyes widened, "And if there's one of these out there, that means there has to be more".

"Huh, and to think we never would've found that without Gustav" Astrid said making you wince. "I'd rather not be in debt to him right now thank you" Hiccup gave a light laugh. "Alright, awesome. Let's just go tell Gustav" And on cue all of you screamed a stream of no's.

This was the beginning of a new adventure.

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.22

Dagur x Reader

Damn, two updates in the span of a week. I am on a roll :D Enjoy the chapter.

also, 82% sure I used the word placate right... probably not

"I don't like this, Hiccup" Astrid put her hands on her hip as you and Hiccup got ready to fly on Toothless. "I don't either, but we have no choice".

"It'll be fine, Astrid. I can handle Dagur" you placed your hand on her shoulder. "We'll what if we can't get you back. I mean, do you seriously want to end up married to that freak" she asked. "That won't happen, I'll stick around long enough for him to drop his guard, then I'll get out with the Dragon Eye" Astrid didn't seem convinced. "That isn't exactly a plan-".

"Well, it's all we've got. It took me long enough to get Hiccup to agree to this, Gustav needs us. He's just a kid, Dagur won't hurt me, but who knows what he'll do to him" in all actuality you knew exactly what Dagur would do to Gustav if you didn't show, but you didn't want to think about it too much.

"You sure we have no choice? Like, none? Zip? Zilch?" Tuff asks. Hiccup looks down from Toothless "This is all my fault anyway-", "Ninguno?", "I never even gave the kid a chance", "Ni Portugal?", "Tuff that's really not helping at all!", "Yeah". "If I wasn't so busy tinkering with this thing, I don't know, maybe I could have kept him busy". Fishlegs spoke up, "Uh, yeah, nobody can keep Gustav busy".

"At least let us back you up out there" Astrid reasoned. "Dagur was very clear. I have to come alone. We don't know what he'll do to Gustav if I don't follow his demands to the letter. We can't risk it". Astrid gave you a withering look. "Don't worry" you patted both of your boots, "I'm packing". "We'll be careful, I promise" Hiccup said before the two of you and Toothless took off along with Fanghook.

"There" one of the Berserker guards called as you and Hiccup approached, landing on the deck of the ship. "Fanghook!" Gustav called rushing to his dragon "I was worried about you, boy". "Aww, dragon and dragon rider love. Makes me want to hurl. Blech" Toothless snarled before Hiccup soothed him to calm down. You were surrounded by dozens of Berserkers with no backup, now was not the time to act out.

"Gustav, are you ok?" Hiccup asked, earning a nod from the boy as Dagur began to walk towards you. "That's close enough, Dagur" Hiccup warned. "Oh, wow. Where's the trust. After all we've been through together? No? Nothing? No Hiccupy barbs, quips, snappy comebacks? But I really love those. We've developed such a nice shorthand, you and I". "Dagur, Let's just get this over with" you said, sensing your brother's growing irritation. Dagur's attention to you, "Y/N, my love, how have they been treating you? Well, I hope?" he mumbled under his breath, "For their sake". "I was just catching up with Hiccup here. You know, brother, you really should lighten up. After all, were going to be family soon" he put up his arms taunting him, "Wouldn't want any unresolved tension at the wedding now, would we?" Hiccup grit his teeth. You swiftly dismount Toothless hoping to get this over with quickly so neither Dagur nor Hiccup do something that ends with Gustav getting hurt. "Send them over" Hiccup orders.

"You first" Dagur smiles, leaving no room for negotiation. Hiccup looks to you, to which you give a nod, and he hands you the dragon eye. Though Dagur isn't that far the walk feels longer. Each side on edge, anxious to see if the other will make a preemptive move. As soon as you're withing arms reach, Dagur pulls you into his side, temporarily resting his face in your hair before he returns to face Hiccup, content with rubbing circles into your arm. Dagur takes the Dragon Eye into his other hand examining it with an exaggeratedly astounded voice taunting Hiccup, "Oh, it- it really is one beautiful artifact. And I hear it can be very useful to those who possess it? Hmm? Is that true?".

"Gustav, let's go. It's okay" Hiccup takes a step closer. Gustav contemplates for a moment, "Yeah, about that, Hiccup. I've been treated much better by these guys than I ever was treated by you and the dragon riders". "What!?" you yell baring teeth at the little runt. "Ooh" Dagur giggles, "And the plot thickens".

"Gustav" Hiccup says both questioningly and warning. "You could've given me a chance, you know? All you guys ever did was tell me I wasn't good enough; tell me I didn't belong. Well, I belong here" he crosses his arms looking away from Hiccup. "Oh, I'll give you a chance you little brat! Go with Hiccup before I rip your arms off" you yell, slightly madder than you should be, causing Dagur to let out a dopey smile and shiver. But after all, you just gave yourself up to the man you had been running from for moths for this kid, and he decides to change his mind NOW?

"Gustav, you have no idea what you're getting into" Hiccup warns taking a few steps towards him before a look from Dagur's men stop him. "Oh, yes, I do, Hiccup. I know exactly what I'm doing". Dagur then, chimed in with a sing song voice, "Awkward! ~".

"Well, I'd say your work is finished here, brother. Ordinarily, this is where I would double-cross you and fill you full of arrows. But the future missus is angry as it is, and the kid is squeamish. You should thank him, he made me promise to let you go, and in return, he's gonna take me to a treasure". "That's right, Hiccup" Gustav put his hands on his hips proudly, "We have the Dragon Eye and Fanghook's fire. And you know what that means, untold treasure awaits".

"You are going to regret this" Hiccup puts a hand on Toothless. "I don't think so, Hiccup" your brother then, takes off, thankfully not followed by a barrage of arrows. Once Hiccup left eyesight, Gustav jumped up onto Fanghook, playing and laughing with him, as two Berserkers grab each of your arms and "escort" you to Dagur's room. "Y'know" Dagur turned to Savage with a twisted smile, "I'm actually gonna feel bad when I kill this kid".

The room you were dumped in was roomier than the last, granted it was a different ship and had been three years since you were last held in one against your will. It made little to no difference in the end though, as you were still trapped on another boat with your delusional "fiancé". Casing the room proved fruitless, though you didn't know what you were looking for. You didn't have any way to escape yet, and even if you did, you couldn't leave Gustav to face Dagur's wrath on his own. His chances of making it out of this weren't great, but add an escaped betrothed to the mix, and you had no doubt not great would turn to absolutely not. He would become a punching bag, eel bait, and a target dummy all at once. And you didn't even want to imagine what horrors they would put Fanghook through.

The door opened and you didn't need to look to know who it was. If you were in a room, namely your 'personal' quarters, anyone but him would be thrown overboard. "Well, that was dramatic, don't you think?" he closed the door a wide smile gracing his features walking over to you and wrapping you in an embrace. You stayed stiff, though it was difficult as he lifted you off the ground. "I told you I would get you back" he looked up at you with his lopsided grin.

Dear Odin, you hated this man, but even more so you hated yourself for admiring his face. You couldn't help it; three years had done him good. Your ogling hadn't gone unnoticed, as Dagur's smile grew sly. "Now back to our conversation from last time, I believe you've had enough time to think. Axes as our wedding theme" he looked off into the distance, using his hands to part the air as if it were a groundbreaking revelation. "We're. Never. Getting. Married" you deadpanned, watching his joyful expression fall and turn to one of indifference and disdain.

The room began to feel uncomfortable. It was as if Dagur forgot how to blink, staring down at you with almost soulless eyes, daring you to look away. Suddenly Dagur's new increase in height was painfully obvious and making you... question things.

You tried your best to hide the bob in your throat as you swallowed your spit, continuing to make eye contact with the deranged berserker. Dagur broke the quiet of the room, "You shouldn't say things that aren't true Y/N". It had been a long time since Dagur had called you by your name when speaking to you. And in all honesty, you didn't like it. It made you feel uncomfortable and your skin crawl, like your body was having an allergic reaction to it. Or maybe it was to the implications of it. Dagur rarely ever got mad at you, but it did happen; that time you threatened to have your father call off your engagement when he had been teasing Hiccup too much as kids or when you had jokingly called a boy from Berk 'cute'.

"Hiccup will come for me, Dagur" the threat was pathetic at best. Though it was true. it did little to change your current situation. Dagur continued to tower over you, giving no reaction to your mention of your brother.

"...Axes are fine" Dagur in true 'Dagur fashion' did a 180, his regular dopey wide smile coming to surface as if he hadn't just stared you down like you murdered his dog. "You know, I personally prefer swords, but whatever makes it perfect for you" he smiles sitting on the bed.

Dagur looked at your still frame and his smile faltered slightly. A finger was placed under your chin as he looked down at you with concern "Are you still upset with me". "Are you serious" one look at the confused expression and uneven brows told you that he was in fact, serious. "You kidnapped me four times! Held my dragon in a cage! Threatened to kill my father! Tried to kill my brother!" Dagur continued to look down at you confused as if you're reasoning still did not answer his question.

"Oh, my Thor" you huffed out, "You're really that delusional". Dagur's upper lip curled near the corner as he seemed to attempt to remain "calm", by Dagur standards at least. "My love, I understand your upset. But I promise I'll make it up to you" he put a hand up as if placating a mediocre demand.

"How! How could you ever make this up to me" Dagur smiled. "By making the rest of your life carefree and painless" he said it as though it were obvious. "That will not make up for it Dagur! When are you going to get it through your head that this " you gestured between the both of you, "Is never going to happen". Dagur stayed quiet for a moment too long. "That's a lie" you rolled your eyes. "If it was true" he pushed you backwards, so you landed on the bed staring up at him.

To your relief he didn't make any moves to get on top of you instead reaching to your boot and pulling out the Skrill carved dagger, "Why do you still have this".

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