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Dagur read it slowly taking it in and making sure he couldn’t find any ways around or out of it, before handing it back to Hiccup smiling slightly. “Okay, I think that should work.” He said happily. Dagur was happy because this signaled the real end to the war-he’d just have to talk to his people about it. Which hopefully wouldn’t be too hard.

❊   He smiled brightly and started pulling stuff out of the bag on Toothless’ back. “Right. Ready to sign it then? And coulr we have some of your men here as witnesses?”

“Right, I’ll be right back.” Dagur promised, going into the ship and down below. He grabbed Vorg the captain of the ship, Sid the commander, and one of his warriors. People he trusted to keep quiet about this until he was ready to tell the other Berserkers.

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(More-Than-A-Leatherhead) For the first five years of her life Mayweather was taught how to wear her hair by women in her shamble of a tribe the Leatherheads. For the next five she was taught proper matters like being saying 'yes, husband' and being a housewife. And the last five, being fifteen now, she was taught to know her place as a woman. And she was going to learn the hard way by being married off to the Chieftain of the Berserkers. Who was 15 years older than her. She was a but a wee babe
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Dagur looked over the paper for-what seemed like-the thousandth time and cursed again as he went over it again and again. This wasn’t fair! Dagur growled in frustration, crumpling up the paper and throwing the wad at the door.

At that precise moment his sister had entered the room, catching the paper and laughing slightly. “Don’t you feel you’re over reacting a bit?” Astra asked lightly, un-crumpling the paper as she walked to the table Dagur was occupying and smoothed it out delicately. “I haven’t seen you like this since you found that I was being traded…”

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Dagur growled.

Astra sighed deeply. “Maybe not…but he treats me well, Dagur… Ragnar isn’t that bad.” She said weakly. “We tried what we could to get out of the poor choices our father made but this is how it is… If being a healer wasn’t enough then I doubt you can find anything…”

“I don’t care if he’s ‘not that bad’, he’s an idiot and he took you away from your home!”

“…He lets me visit…” Astra pointed out weakly, turning to Dagur who deflated at her words, knowing it was true. He should be grateful Ragnar let’s Astra make the long trips from Hysteric Isle to Berserker Island.

Astra quietly went behind Dagur and undid his messy tie, before quickly rebreeding his hair nicer then the mess it was. She didn’t make a comment or a sound as she did so; they had to listen for people. A simple task like this was only supposed to be done by the person or their betrothed-but it was something Astra fount she had to do. Dagur wasn’t good at braiding his own hair; he’d be a mess without her. Astra laughed at the thought. “What are you going to do without me, brother?” She asked once she finished, walking back to his side.

“Die.” Dagur answered in a serious tone.

Astra huffed and swatted at him. “Your wife will take care of you.” She insisted, listening to Dagur groan. “Speaking of which, she should be arriving now.”

Dagur took the hint and got up, allowing Astra to straighten out his armor before they left to the docks. “…What if we don’t like each other? She is supposedly young-she should be with someone younger.” Dagur insisted as they stopped on the docks.

“Believe in the gods, brother. Maybe you’ll make a connection.” Astra hummed as the ship arrived.

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Mayweather had smiled and felt happy now. She was now married, just like what her mother wanted for her… If only she were here. She was probably looking down from Odin’s great battlefield, as the Valkyries sung her mother’s name in joy.

Dagur had then kissed her, and Mayweather smiled through the kiss.

The rest of the ceremony was spent in the Mead Hall where Dagur kept up his act. He had to make this work…he had to.

Mayweather had looked at everyone and saw that everything was okay. The villagers began to scream in agony, as there was a group of monstrous nightmares outside rocking the area.

Mayweather knew what to do.

Dagur jumped up as soon as the screams were heard. The sound of many horns went off soon following after he jumped up. Dagur quickly ran out to where other fighters and warriors were gathering.

Astra cursed and looked to Mayweather. “May…just…stay safe, okay?” She requested, noticing the girl was slightly panicking. Astra quickly ran out to go grab her old bow from the hut her and Dagur used to share.

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Hiccup smilled at that and then hugged his dad and then mother. After a while he went back over to dagur

Dagur smiled up at Hiccup as he approached, before standing up and kissing his forehead once he reached him.

He smilled an then kissed him softly and placed his hands on his chest

Dagur returned the kiss, wrapping his hands around Hiccup’s hips, before pulling away with a smile. “I love you…” He told Hiccup lightly.

"Brother, I may or may not have set some supplies on fire by accident with a flaming arrow and then put it out with water."

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Dagur looked up at his sister, one look telling him she did. Dagur sighed and stood from his paperwork, actually glad for this distraction. “Which supplies was it?” He questioned.


Asta bit the inside of her cheek lightly, looking right at her brother. “I said I set some of the food supplies on fire. It was just an accident though, I was actually aiming for a barrel of water and my arrow went astray. Next thing I knew oops wrong target.” She caught his smile, but Asta still felt ashamed about what just happened. “I’m sorry.”

Dagur fought back a laugh-he had to be a chief right now, his brother side could wait. “Asta… You will be put on hunting and gathering duty until you replace what was burnt.” He informed her before finally letting out a laugh and hugging her tightly. “I needed that though…so thank you.” Paperwork sucked.

Was he…..fighting back the urge to laugh? A smile appeared on her lips as she nodded. “Hunting and gathering duty, doesn’t sound hard at all. It’ll be a breeze.” The smile never left her lips when her brother finally let out the laugh he had been holding back. Asta felt herself hugged tightly, and returned the hug. “You’re welcome.”

Dagur released his sister and cleared his throat. “Sorry for laughing so much…I’m just bord to death with this paperwork. Hearing that-especially from you-was just refreshing to me.”

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❊    Hiccup didn’t have a clue as to why this was happening…wait.   Yes he did.  This was part of the deal.   He was sort of enjoying it more than he had intended and holy shit he was going to have bruises on his ass.   That actually sounded like a great idea.   “That…the best you got Dagur?    I don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”

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I left berserker island for a long time after I found out. Dagur never knew I was pregnant, and he didnt need to know. But now was the time to return, it had been 6 years since. Ryder, my son, was now 5. It was time to tell Dagur that he had a son.

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Dagur had never felt so worn in all his life. Six years. It had been six years of panic, searching, sadness, and the feeling of betrayal. Heather had been missing for six years and Dagur didn’t know why, she just banished without a trace, with no sign of her anywhere. At first Dagur tried to not believe it, he tried believing she was kidnapped, but after a while it became obvious Heather left by choice and took one of his ships.

Dagur had somehow gotten colder after her disappearance, anyone who crossed his path were either killed or deathly injured. He knew he should have trusted her! He knew she worked for Alvin and was used to deceive Hiccup, but she had assured him that she was past that. Obviously not though…

Early in the morning Dagur was alerted of a ship entering Berserk’s waters, he was ready to order the men to just sink it, but one had spotted Heather… Dagur’s order sent the men out to grab the ship and steer it to the docks. Then once it was at the docks Dagur glared up coldly, gripping his sword, waiting for the woman to come down and try to wiggle herself out of this one.

 

When we entered Mead Hall, a lot of puzzled looks were throw at Dagur, but I could tell he just ignored them.

When we went to sit down, Dagur put Ryder in a seat next to him, and the chair where I used to sit was gone. I was puzzled when Dagur had his me retrieve the chair from another room. Odd. Ryder, Dagur and I ate dinner together, just like a family.

It started getting late and Dagur told us we could stay at his house, it had an extra bedroom so Ryder had a room to himself. Dagur carried Ryder home and he fell asleep in his arms. It was so cute seeing Dagur try and figure out how to tuck him in when we got home.

With Ryder asleep in bed, we were finally alone, and I needed to talk to him. “D-Dagur, I have really been meaning to talk to you.”

Dagur ran his fingers through Ryder’s hair, looking down at the sleeping boy sadly… This is what his life should have been like for those six years playing and talking with his child instead of worrying and isolating after his lover’s disappearance… They could have been a happy six years…

Dagur looked up at Heather’s voice and nodded. “Yeah… We do.” He agreed kissing Ryder’s forehead before blowing out the candle in the guest room. He then got up and left the room, closing the door gently before he walked with Heather to the living room where the fire was lit.

Dagur looked at Heather and didn’t know where to begin… He wanted to be angry-and he should be-but he also felt like crying and kissing her.

We sat in the living room in silence. I stared at the fire, warmth and light illuminating throughout the room. I sat on the couch and thought about what would it have been like staying here instead of leaving. What it would have been like raising a child with Dagur, the love of my life.

"Dagur," I said looking over at him, his face was consumed with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite read. I turned back towards the fire. "Dag, I am sorry for leaving. I regret it now, seeing how good you are with Ryder." My emotions were getting the best of me again, my eyes were starting to water at the thought of our family, that I tore apart. "At the time I just thought it would be best if I left, I didnt think you would want me or the baby. Now I’m just really sorry." Tears streaked my face as I tried not to thing about it.

I stared straight at the fire, not taking my eyes off it. I watched the flames dance across the wood and coals. I imagined the family dancing together and it tore me apart. “I did this. Its my fault, I tore this family apart before we were even together. I was such an idiot. I should have stayed, I wish I had stayed. By me leaving you werent able to meet your first son, or see his first steps, or hear his first word, or even see him.” My words trailed off as I forced myself to calm down and not go into full blow hysterics. “I-I am so so so so sorry.”

Dagur listened to Heather, fighting the urge to comfort her as she cried and hit her when she mentioned all the things he missed. Once she seemed done he sighed and took off the fur he now wore, and draped them over Heather as he sat next to her with a heavy sighed. “Where do I begin?..” He wondered out loud. He still didn’t know where to start.

Maybe the beginning?

“I…I’m a bit upset…” He admitted looking at the flames. “You didn’t know how I felt about the subject…” Dagur actually wanted a family-he always had-he never knew how to confront Heather about it though. “And you couldn’t have left on a worse time…I was going to ask you to become a Berserker and marry me-don’t look at me like that.” He didn’t even have to turn to see her face. “Believe it or not I did love you Heather; it was more then just ‘fooling around’…”

“I know I missed a lot…but I want to be here for Ryder, he is still my son and I think he deserves to know where he comes from…”

“With all that said though.” Dagur quickly added. “I… I can’t take you back-not right away. You really hurt me and destroyed my trust for you… I can’t be with you until I know I can trust you again Heather.”

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(rotgjackfrostrp) Jack wandered around the floor, scurrying over to glints of light that the moon provided. It was such an entertaining game. How could he not resist? Other than the fact that cats got distracted by a bunch of things. His white with black tipped ears flinched. Jack stood still with a straight back, looking in the distance. Smelling someone coming. He hissed, raising his back slightly and running up the tree, leaving claw marks. And hid there until he had sight of the predator.
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Dagur sighed as he walked home. Of all the time to have his motorcycle break down! He had decided to go through the forest to get home quicker. He regretted it as he heard another person, his cat ears twitching in irritation as he heard the sound of nails cutting into a tree. Dagur wanted to just continue walking, but his curiosity got the better of him as he turned in the direction of the noise, leading him to a tree. Dagur looked up the tree, his tail swishing slightly. “I know your up there-what are you doing up there?”

Dagur was about to get the medical kit when he saw Jack’s sadness. Dagur lowered his ears and kneeled in front of Jack. “…What’s the matter Jack?” He asked softly.

Jack shook his head, looking away. He came to help Dagur with whatever he needed. He didn’t want Dagur to be the one to see him first cry. Or anything pathetic. He held out a hand, waiting for the treatment, still quivering because he had never been “treated” before.

Dagur frowned and got up, taking Jack’s hint, and grabbed the first aid kit before kneeling in front of the other neko-ignoring the smell that was stronger, hoping he didn’t give off a smell of his own. Dagur carefully picked up Jack’s hand and frowned more. Why would Jack run here? Dagur wondered as he rubbed cream on the cuts that soothed them and didn’t burn. As he worked it hit him. He’d left so abruptly without saying anything this time…Jack was probably worried. “Kitten…” Dagur started, looking up at the other. “Jack…were you worried about me? Was that why you rushed over?”

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(rotgjackfrostrp) Jack walked down the street with many eyes on him. Of course he was pretty... for a guy in drag. Probably for his taste, no one completely knows that he's a male. But he walked down the sidewalk with skinny jeans, tan pumps and a maroon red shirt with the Satan symbol on it. He always wore a wig that was long to his hips and makeup that wasn't too much. But it sure was believable. And he went to his work. Going to work at the Coffee Shop. (Because I can see the confusion xD)
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Dagur tried to understand his boyfriend, he really did, but the cross-dressing always left him speechless…in a good way. He always tried to be understanding because Jack was; he let Dagur have his own fetishes and even helped! But something annoyed him. Everyone looking after Jack-well ‘Jackie’-watching ‘her’ walk. Jack was his!… Not that he was jealous or anything…

He came in after his job to have coffee with Jack on his break. Seeing his boyfriend in his little outfit was always a treat to him. “Hello Jackie.” He greeted with a smirk. No one knew who Jackie really was except for him and he loved that.

 

Jack was confused, “He wasn’t flirting… he was just… complimenting… like all waiters do.” he tried to say. “And I know my man when I see him. It just takes one look and I can already tell that you want to rip his head off. So… what, do you want me to be bitch to him, let you take care of it or we just leave?” he furrowed his eyebrows. He was upset that Dagur always was jealous. All he did was say thank you. Because he doesn’t know how else to say such a thing. But he dropped the subject and frowned, “Never mind…” he looked down at his menu again, sadly.

‘Not flirting? Excuse me?! What did someone have to do to make Jack see they were flirting with him?! Whip out their peni-oh and now you’re defending that fucker! And you think I want us to leave! So much for this being our night!’ Dagur ranted in his mind before sighing. “Jack… I just…” Dagur let out another sigh, taking his hand away from Jack’s, pretending to be using it to go over the words on the menu though his eyes didn‘t follow. ‘I just wish you didn’t blush when he did it.’ Dagur finished in his mind. The image of Marcus kissing Jack was still fresh in his mind and this wasn’t helping. He didn’t want Jack mad at him, he didn’t want Marcus here, and he didn’t want to watch his lover be swooned by another…not when he was still scared of losing Jack… Maybe this was a mistake…he should have let Jack go and just ignored Mel, then Marcus could have won Jack over and they could be together.

When Dagur’s hand moved away, he felt a piece of him crumble. He felt like a dick. One that would always annoy you. He knew his boyfriend like the back of his hand. He felt distrusted again. Because of him. And the whole feeling washing over him again. He frowned behind the menu and tried not to cry anymore. Not today. Not now. This was a date night. To be happy together. Footsteps came in and it was Marcus with their drinks. He blinked at the two, seeing as they had some sort of separation. Marcus put the drinks down, not bothering to say anything but leaned over to Jack. “Is everything ok-“

"No!" he shouted, interrupting people’s dinners and looking at their position. "It’s never ok!" He snapped. "I can’t do anything right, even when it’s the simplest things, I fuck them up so hard that I can’t take it! And I know I don’t know when to shut up but for god’s sake! I am not gonna stop now!" he hissed. And looked at Dagur with misty eyes. He glanced around the room, having all eyes on him. Something clogged in his throat. "E-excuse me." he threw his napkin to the booth’s cushion. And quickly walked through the maze of tables and into the bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and cried all he wanted in there. No one would see his agony of being him. And that was to it.

Marcus was baffled by the whole thing. He glanced at Dagur. “This was only the first course…what did you do?” he asked Dagur in a soft voice.

Dagur glared at his menu when he heard Marcus’ voice before his eyes widened and he looked up to Jack as his lover seemed to snap. He looked at Jack sadly when he looked at him. Dagur went to get up and go after Jack but he couldn’t… He didn’t even care that people were looking at him like a monster because he was. He couldn’t even control his emotions for Jack…

Dagur glared up at Marcus. “No-what did you do?” He growled. “Me and Jack were perfect until you came along. Now I’m doubting myself. I’m supposed to comfort Jack, but now I can’t do that because of you.” Dagur bit out, flipping his knife off of the table and stabbing Marcus’ sleeve to the table in one swift movement, piercing almost completely through the table. “You claim to be his friend-and you may have him fooled, but I know you’re trying to break us up. So I’ll make this bleak. I know 125 ways to kill someone and 46 different methods of making sure no one finds you.” He bit out quietly so no one could hear. “Now to be honest I don’t care if you break us up as long as Jack’s happy, but if you ever-ever-make him sad or cry I will kill you and no one will find you.” Dagur promised before getting up. “Be a real friend because besides me-you’re his only other one Jack considers a friend.”

Dagur got out two twenties and put them on the table before simply leaving, leaving Marcus there to try and get loose.

After asking the front desk lady where she saw his albino sneak off to, Dagur went into the bathroom, happy to see only one pair of feet he locked the bathroom’s door. “…Jack…” He called lightly.

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» Swan Lake AU

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Hicca nodded understanding why the girl wanted to leave, this wasn’t the best place to ask questions and try to figure out why she had been taken. “Yeah, come on.” She whispered and began leading the girl back to where Toothless and she had been hiding until she heard the voice from the men. “Toothless, we’ve gotta go.” She said and Toothless began following Hicca back the way they came.

The walk was short and once they got back Toothless laid down to rest. Hicca sat down and rested against him. She looked at the younger girl, who still puzzled Hicca. There was something about her that she had seen before but she couldn’t place it. “Why were you taken?” She asked the younger. She could focus on why the girl looked familiar later, figuring out why she had been taken in the first place was more important. 

Astra followed the brunette away from the others and watched as the girl rested with the dragon. Astra fidgeted lightly, looking to the ground, and played with her hair as the other looked at her as if she was studying her. She looked up at Hicca’s question. “…I-I don’t know.” She admitted. “I don’t have any power…or strength…or much to offer anyone…” Astra’s eyes shifted to the ground sadly because it was all true. “They took me from my uncle’s house earlier tonight…but he doesn’t have much either. Only small treasures from when he and my father adventured out of the Archipelago with my grandmother.” Astra rambled from her nervousness before sighing and sinking to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest, resting her head on top. “No one probably even cares I’m gone…my brother hasn’t said more then five words to me since he got back ‘fine, go leave me too’.” She listed them off on her hand.

Hicca looked at the girl and sighed sadly. “Someone cares…” She said as she remembered when she felt that way until Dagur came and told her everything and even confessed his feelings to her, even though she only learned after she hurt him so badly.

"Even if you think nobody does, someone always cares." She said as she looked back at Toothless. She petted his head and sighed before looking back to the girl. "We should get you back to your village." Hicca said as she pushed herself up off the ground. Seeing how the girl was reacting to Toothless it was best to get her back home before the sun was up and she shifted into a dragon. 

Astra looked up, thoughtful of Hicca’s words. Could someone really care for her? She was orphaned by her own brother… “Okay…” Astra responded to Hicca, slowly getting up and walking with Hicca in the direction she remembered being dragged from.

A few minutes later they were walking through a clearing with the moon still high in the sky. Astra paused when she heard rustling in the bushes, she looked around and it stopped so she shrugged it off and quickly ran to catch up to Hicca. “Um…I-I don’t-” She was interrupted as people rushed from the bushes, three guards surrounding Hicca before grabbing the girl. Astra looked in shock as they did so.

“Madam Astra!” A female guard called going to the girl and making sure she wasn’t hurt, knowing that Dagur would have their heads if the girl was hurt. “Are you alright? Ad-”

“Release her!” Astra ordered.

“But she-”

“She was taking me back to Berserk-she saved me!” She cried.

The female looked to the guy holding Hicca who shook his head. “We have orders to-”

“Take me to my brother then!” She demanded as they quickly escorted them back Astra looked to Hicca sadly. “I’m so sorry…”

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» Marriage is a Two Way Street

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Baby unfortunately made a slip up. “Trinket! It’s not a trinket! It’s very important and it is to never be removed-not even after you die! And I will yell as much as I-damn well-please! It’s my island and it seems to be the only time you listen to me!”

Baby rolled her eyes. No matter what she could say, he was going to yell about the most meaningless things.

"Fine, it’s so important that you need to wake me up at two in the fuckin’ morning to berate me about it. If you want to yell so bad you can do it outside." Baby pointed her finger at him. ”I’m going to bed, because I’m done listening to you!”

She brought her hand down, laying down on her side, facing away from him. 

Dagur growled and went to the bed, grabbing Baby’s shoulder and forcing her onto her back, quickly getting on the bed and pinning her down. He drew the knife he kept in his boot and held it to her neck. “Why do you test me?” Dagur asked, applying some pressure. “Let me make this short and clear. You do not mess with me, because I will snap and you’ll find yourself with Hel.” He warned darkly, before grabbing her wrist. “In fact…” Dagur used the knife to cut three lines near each other. “One for not listening to me in the Mead Hall, one for taking off the necklace, and one for thinking you could kick me out of my hut.” Dagur listed as he gave them before looking coldly to Baby. “Maybe you’ll remember this way.” He growled before looking to her bleeding arm, he put his knife away and licked the wounds until they stopped bleeding. Dagur then let go of her wrist and getting off of her.

“I’m going out for some drinks, you better be here when I get back.” He informed her leaving the room and slamming the door again.

(rotgjackfrostrp) Jack wandered around the floor, scurrying over to glints of light that the moon provided. It was such an entertaining game. How could he not resist? Other than the fact that cats got distracted by a bunch of things. His white with black tipped ears flinched. Jack stood still with a straight back, looking in the distance. Smelling someone coming. He hissed, raising his back slightly and running up the tree, leaving claw marks. And hid there until he had sight of the predator.
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Dagur sighed as he walked home. Of all the time to have his motorcycle break down! He had decided to go through the forest to get home quicker. He regretted it as he heard another person, his cat ears twitching in irritation as he heard the sound of nails cutting into a tree. Dagur wanted to just continue walking, but his curiosity got the better of him as he turned in the direction of the noise, leading him to a tree. Dagur looked up the tree, his tail swishing slightly. “I know your up there-what are you doing up there?”

 

Jack was worried about Dagur for some reason. What if he didn’t run away because of him? What if he was in danger? He narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air, tracking his scent. He jumped down on all fours. Before he started trotting down the path that he saw Dagur in. Don’t worry, Dagur, Jack’s on the way! He made his way to a street and totally ran through. He widened his eyes, flipping out of cars ways. And the horns were unbearable to listen to and the screeching. And then skimped away, dodging people. They squealed when he passed. They all looked at him like he was a strange alien. He sniffed the air, finding the apartment. He trotted up the stairs, having his digits crunch almost from the concrete. Since he wasn’t used to cities surroundings, he got pretty much scuffed. His clothes were ripped some from skidding on the sidewalk and almost getting hit by cars. And his knuckles and joints were bruised. He made it to the strongest scent of a door. And stared at it. He clawed at it, leaving marks and waiting for him to answer. Or someone at least.

Dagur’s head jerked up as Jack’s smell came back and got stronger. He quickly pushed away from the door. He felt like hissing and scaring Jack away, but then he remembered Jack’s fearful look from yesterday and knew he couldn’t do it… He clawing sound made him jump. Oh god… Jack wasn’t going to leave…was he? Dagur sighed and stood before going to the door and opening it. “Jack, why ar-” Dagur’s words died at the sight of the other. “Oh Jack…” He said worryingly, pushing his primal instinct aside and picked Jack up carefully, closing the door behind him before sitting Jack on his couch. He looked Jack over and frowned. “Why’d you come all the way over here?-you got hurt, silly kitten.” Dagur said lightly, kissing one of Jack’s hands, careful of the red knuckles. “I’ll have to patch you up now…” Would Jack even let him?

Jack looked up at Dagur hopefully when he was picked up. And put on the couch, he glanced around, seeing the paint splattered on paper, cushion that was fluffy to bounce on and the smell was… clean. Not like the place he was at. That made him feel sad.. He had been living in a dump for so long and not realizing it. He thought he had the good life. And times had changed. New things he had never seen before was stuck in his face. He blushed at the kiss and blinked. Patch him up? What was he, a teddy bear that was missing limbs? Jack frowned, ears flopping down and he shrugged lightly. Not really caring anymore.

Dagur was about to get the medical kit when he saw Jack’s sadness. Dagur lowered his ears and kneeled in front of Jack. “…What’s the matter Jack?” He asked softly.

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(rotgjackfrostrp) Jack walked down the street with many eyes on him. Of course he was pretty... for a guy in drag. Probably for his taste, no one completely knows that he's a male. But he walked down the sidewalk with skinny jeans, tan pumps and a maroon red shirt with the Satan symbol on it. He always wore a wig that was long to his hips and makeup that wasn't too much. But it sure was believable. And he went to his work. Going to work at the Coffee Shop. (Because I can see the confusion xD)
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Dagur tried to understand his boyfriend, he really did, but the cross-dressing always left him speechless…in a good way. He always tried to be understanding because Jack was; he let Dagur have his own fetishes and even helped! But something annoyed him. Everyone looking after Jack-well ‘Jackie’-watching ‘her’ walk. Jack was his!… Not that he was jealous or anything…

He came in after his job to have coffee with Jack on his break. Seeing his boyfriend in his little outfit was always a treat to him. “Hello Jackie.” He greeted with a smirk. No one knew who Jackie really was except for him and he loved that.

 

Jack smirked and gave an unimpressed look. “Behave yourself. I know you don’t like him. But he’s a good guy. Plus, I don’t think he can do anything to you or me in this position. So… don’t start shit, Daggie.” he warned with a grin.

“Was I being mean?” Dagur questioned. “I thought I was being rather civil considering it didn’t even take him a minute to start flirting with you.” He pointed out calmly, flipping through the menu. He knew Jack didn’t realize it, but he did, and it hurt that Jack accepted it and was now scolding him when the other started it.

Jack was confused, “He wasn’t flirting… he was just… complimenting… like all waiters do.” he tried to say. “And I know my man when I see him. It just takes one look and I can already tell that you want to rip his head off. So… what, do you want me to be bitch to him, let you take care of it or we just leave?” he furrowed his eyebrows. He was upset that Dagur always was jealous. All he did was say thank you. Because he doesn’t know how else to say such a thing. But he dropped the subject and frowned, “Never mind…” he looked down at his menu again, sadly.

‘Not flirting? Excuse me?! What did someone have to do to make Jack see they were flirting with him?! Whip out their peni-oh and now you’re defending that fucker! And you think I want us to leave! So much for this being our night!’ Dagur ranted in his mind before sighing. “Jack… I just…” Dagur let out another sigh, taking his hand away from Jack’s, pretending to be using it to go over the words on the menu though his eyes didn‘t follow. ‘I just wish you didn’t blush when he did it.’ Dagur finished in his mind. The image of Marcus kissing Jack was still fresh in his mind and this wasn’t helping. He didn’t want Jack mad at him, he didn’t want Marcus here, and he didn’t want to watch his lover be swooned by another…not when he was still scared of losing Jack… Maybe this was a mistake…he should have let Jack go and just ignored Mel, then Marcus could have won Jack over and they could be together.

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I left berserker island for a long time after I found out. Dagur never knew I was pregnant, and he didnt need to know. But now was the time to return, it had been 6 years since. Ryder, my son, was now 5. It was time to tell Dagur that he had a son.

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Dagur had never felt so worn in all his life. Six years. It had been six years of panic, searching, sadness, and the feeling of betrayal. Heather had been missing for six years and Dagur didn’t know why, she just banished without a trace, with no sign of her anywhere. At first Dagur tried to not believe it, he tried believing she was kidnapped, but after a while it became obvious Heather left by choice and took one of his ships.

Dagur had somehow gotten colder after her disappearance, anyone who crossed his path were either killed or deathly injured. He knew he should have trusted her! He knew she worked for Alvin and was used to deceive Hiccup, but she had assured him that she was past that. Obviously not though…

Early in the morning Dagur was alerted of a ship entering Berserk’s waters, he was ready to order the men to just sink it, but one had spotted Heather… Dagur’s order sent the men out to grab the ship and steer it to the docks. Then once it was at the docks Dagur glared up coldly, gripping his sword, waiting for the woman to come down and try to wiggle herself out of this one.

 

"Momma, Can I go eat with Drager?" Ryder asked pulling at my hand. "Sure sweetheart. I think its time you got to know your daddy." I said bending down next to him. "Daddy? But I don’t have a daddy." Ryder stated, looking at me with a confused look. "Well now you do. Dagur is your daddy now, and he always will be." I said holding his other hand.
"Now let’s go get something to eat." I said moving to pick him up, but he pushed me away. "Come on sweetheart. Let’s get something to eat." He shook his head when I went yo pick him up again. "Daddy." He said pointing to Dagur. "Okay then, Dagur, he wants you not me." I chuckled.

Dagur smiled; picking Ryder up and putting him on his shoulders-glad he woke up in a hurry and didn’t grab his helm. Dagur secured Ryder by grabbing his ankles with his hands, letting the boy grab onto the top of his head before he began to walk.

Once they were in the Mead Hall he ignored everybody’s looks, shocked to see their chief with a child and Heather following after. Dagur sat down in his usual seat, putting Ryder in a seat next to him, allowing Heather to take the next seeing as he had his men put up the chair when it became too much to see everyday.

He needed to talk to her…but he’d wait until they were alone.

When we entered Mead Hall, a lot of puzzled looks were throw at Dagur, but I could tell he just ignored them.

When we went to sit down, Dagur put Ryder in a seat next to him, and the chair where I used to sit was gone. I was puzzled when Dagur had his me retrieve the chair from another room. Odd. Ryder, Dagur and I ate dinner together, just like a family.

It started getting late and Dagur told us we could stay at his house, it had an extra bedroom so Ryder had a room to himself. Dagur carried Ryder home and he fell asleep in his arms. It was so cute seeing Dagur try and figure out how to tuck him in when we got home.

With Ryder asleep in bed, we were finally alone, and I needed to talk to him. “D-Dagur, I have really been meaning to talk to you.”

Dagur ran his fingers through Ryder’s hair, looking down at the sleeping boy sadly… This is what his life should have been like for those six years playing and talking with his child instead of worrying and isolating after his lover’s disappearance… They could have been a happy six years…

Dagur looked up at Heather’s voice and nodded. “Yeah… We do.” He agreed kissing Ryder’s forehead before blowing out the candle in the guest room. He then got up and left the room, closing the door gently before he walked with Heather to the living room where the fire was lit.

Dagur looked at Heather and didn’t know where to begin… He wanted to be angry-and he should be-but he also felt like crying and kissing her.

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Smallhorn sighed. She knew she may regret her decision later, but ow she would have to do what he said for now. What seemed to be hours later, she felt the boat come to a stop. The door swung open and two guards came in, hauling her onto deck. “Wait, wait!” She jerked herself away and jogged over to Thornwave, the dragon still chained down. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” She whispered, pressing her forehead to his snout. She gave him a reassuring smile before walking back to the guards, immediately being led off the boat.

Villagers looked at her and murmured, wondering what she was imprisoned for. She kept her eyes down all the way to her cell.

Dagur watched the girl being escorted to her new home, smirking slightly.

“Sir, your next instructions?”

Dagur turned to a group of his men before pointing to the dragon. “Transport it to a holding cell in the training arena, and don’t hurt it. We need it.” Dagur instructed, watching as his men quickly went to work on what he told them to do.

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Dagur entered Smallhorn’s cell the next day looking to the girl that had been sleeping in the corner. “I hope you enjoyed your sleep, because today you’re starting.” He informed her, giving her a bread roll to hold her over until lunch.

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Hiccup smilled and leaned against his dad “so your not mad at dagur and I then?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, Hiccup. I still gave you an order as father and chief, and I gave him my trust.” Stoick warned and Valka let out a small laugh, happy to know that he hadn’t changed that much.

“Come on Stoick.” Valka protested for her son. “If he’s anything like me-and from what I’ve seen and heard, he is-then he was just doing what he thought was right. Dagur was just being a good lover and supporting him-I’m sure he wouldn’t let Hiccup get hurt.” She reasoned lightly, feeling protective mother instincts kick in.

Stoick looked ready to protest until he looked and his wife and sighed with a smile. “I guess…I’ll let it slide…”

Hiccup smilled at that and then hugged his dad and then mother. After a while he went back over to dagur

Dagur smiled up at Hiccup as he approached, before standing up and kissing his forehead once he reached him.

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