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“Daddy? What’s a Berserker?”

A 5 year old boy asked his large father, who held both him and his sleepy daughter in his muscular arms.
“A Berserker, is a viking who particularly loves the heat of battle. And stops at nothing to win. The Berserker and Hooligan tribes will meet tomorrow to re-sign a treaty of peace between us, and you’ll both get to meet Dagur.”
The daughter tilted her head, confused as to why they’d be meeting a knife.
“We’re gonna meet a Dagger?” She asked mid yawn, resulting in a chuckle from her father.
“Not a Dagger, Y/N, Dagur. He’s the chief of the Berserker tribe’s son. And you and Hiccup are gonna meet him tomorrow.”

Y/N, was the daughter’s name. Born just a few minutes after Hiccup, inheriting the keen green eyes of her mother and already skilled in her knowledge of dragons.

Hiccup was the son’s name. The first born of Stoick the Vast and Valka of the Hooligan tribe. Already known as the runt of the tribe, he has a close attachment to his sister.

“Oh. Is he nice?” Ever curious, the daughter continued with the questions despite her eyelids drooping as sleep began to take over.
Stoick gave another soft chuckle as Hiccup was already beginning to snore quietly.
“I’m not sure, sweetheart. Never met the lad myself, but tomorrow it’ll have to be you two being nice, he’s a guest, after all.”

Y/N gave a small hum of acknowledgement and drifted off into slumber as Stoick took them both to their room.

The fire crackled as its flames began to die out. The flames matching the colour of the hair of a future guest on Berk.

Since your first meeting with Dagur, despite being 5 years old, you always found something…off about the 8 year old.
Perhaps it was the way his eyes would force you to stare back into his, or the way he’d find a way to either cackle with laughter or swing an axe at anything.
Or it could be the way he’d started off a slightly crazed child and turned into a very obviously deranged teenager.
No matter if it was terrorizing your brother, the other kids on the island or dragons that were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, Dagur always had a smile on his face and a glint in his eye that made it obvious he enjoyed spreading chaos. A true Berserker if you’d ever seen one.

Then there was you.

It was no secret that Dagur, while still terrorising you when you were both younger, had started to grow a soft spot for you. It was initially a need to impress you as the Chief of Berk’s daughter. Not that he didn’t consider treating Hiccup the same way, he just had more of a respect for you after hearing of how you helped out in raids.

But then he learned how much he liked impressing you. How much his heart rate sped up and his head felt light and fuzzy whenever he managed to coax a smile or laugh out of you. It was by the time he reached the age of 15 he realised that in his own messed up way, he loved you.

That was a pivotal moment in his treatment of you. No longer trying to make you laugh and smile and want to be around him based on your status, but out of the need to make you love him in return.

On your 13thth Birthday, Oswald the Agreeable and Stoick the Vast signed a new Treaty.
One that significantly put a downer on your day.
It stated that in 3 years’ time, as soon as you turned 16 you would marry Dagur and therefore unite your tribes in eternal peace.
When they both announced that in the Great Hall, you looked at Dagur. For once he wasn’t staring at you but staring at his father and Stoick. You’d never seen him look so excited in the 8 years they’d been coming on their yearly visits to Berk.

Despite the pranks and terrorizing, Dagur had always been…well protective wasn’t the word for it. Possessive? Possessive was a much better fit for the behaviour he’d exhibited towards you.
One example that comes to mind now is when, later that exact evening, he’d cut off a small chunk of your hair to take back to Berserk with him.
This only happened because he’d tried to sneak you onto one of the Berserker ships to essentially kidnap you. He put it down to being just so excited for the betrothal!
But Oswald had demanded that he apologise to yourself and Stoick. Which he did, a firm glare on his face as his hand gripped yours a little too tightly.
You got the apology, but also uneven bangs for a few months.

What made the situation worse was when you received a strongly worded letter about how he just couldn’t stop thinking about you and how amazing your future life would be after you were married, along with a lock of his own hair in it.

The next few years flew by until you didn’t recognise Berk from what it once was. After your amazing brother and friends had gained their dragons, you met a mild-tempered but loyal Changewing. After suffering for ages deciding what to name it, you settled on the lovely name of Ghostripper.

Through the haze of the last year or so, you forgot about something scratching at the back of your brain. You were sure it was something important, but what…?

Oh.

Oh Gods…

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The cold air sent your braided hair flying behind you as you and Ghostripper soared through the clouds just next to Barf and Belch as well as Hiccup and Toothless. You smirked at the twins, waving to them through the thick fog, fully knowing they could barely see you. Both of them fake laughed at you.

“You need to trust your dragon to be able to see for you. Y/N, you wanna help me give a demonstration?” Hiccup called to you from in front, to which you replied by letting Ghostripper simply fly off into the clouds above your brother.

The twins let out lengthy groans, instantly recognising it as a warning sign that something disastrous was about to happen, before then hearing the sounds of both twins shrieking as they plummeted towards the ground.

It was only when Fishlegs’ voice was included in those screams that you dove down back underneath the clouds into clear air. Ghostripper hovered next to Toothless, both dragons looking at each other with looks that communicated they were used to Ruffnut and Tuffnut’s antics by now.

Staring down at the treeline, you noticed Fishlegs making a sort of hand signal up at Meatlug, before said dragon swooped down and grabbed the twins before their branch fell.

“What was Fishlegs just doing with his hand- Oh wait he’s about to fall!” You cut yourself off in your sentence as Ghostripper once again dove to catch your heavier set friend.

Hiccup was quick to join you as you made your way back to the Dragon Academy, straight away asking Fishlegs to explain what he’d just done.

“Well, if you must know, I’ve taught Meatlug hand signals to use if we ever get separated!” He gushed excitedly about how it had finally worked after months of training Meatlug, which you and your brother laughed about while agreeing on how cool it was.

“That’d be a good idea for all of us to use,” Hiccup suggested, Fishlegs immediately agreeing.

“Ghostripper, stealth mode.” You commanded your dragon while lifting your finger to your lips, he immediately vanished from your sight.

“Ok! Ok that’s good. Now, Acid Rain.” You brought your hand up, clenched, and then threw it down with your fingers splayed open and palm facing downwards. Ghostripper promptly sprayed a shot of acid into the air, with you using your shield to avoid any splatters.

“Is that the best you can do girls?” Snotlout’s voice rang through the Academy directed at yourself and Astrid. You both shot him a glare, folding your arms as an invitation to show you what he meant by that.

“Hookfang, Annahilate!!”

He was promptly sent flying backwards into one of the wooden targets, while you began cackling with laughter, almost falling over but Ghostripper catching you.

Astrid looked at you laughing and grew a smile, shaking her head and laughing slightly along with you at Snotlout before the two of you were distracted by the twins’ arguing growing louder.

You’d always been used to hearing the twins squabble. Since you were 10, you’d been invited into their group after Astrid took a liking to you when you somehow managed to scare off a Deadly Nadder with her. But you’d never heard it like this before.

“Oh for Thor’s sake, what are they on about now?” Astrid sighed as you made your way closer to the poor Zippleback that had no idea what to do with itself.

“You need to use one signal at a time guys, Barf and Belch is only one dragon after all.” Hiccup reasoned with them, glancing at you as you stood next to him to watch.

“Good idea Hiccup, Barf! Attack Tuffnut!”

You had to stop yourself from laughing again when Tuffnut went flying into Snotlout on the wooden target again.

“Ooookay let me try and sort this out…” Hiccup sighed, shaking his head as you patted his shoulder.

You and Astrid locked eyes, you smirking and Astrid rubbing the bridge of her nose at the twins’ incompetency.

The argument between Ruffnut and Tuffnut had resulted in the twins storming away from each other, so you had decided to head home with your brother.

“You remember what time of year it is?” You asked him, your voice quivering slightly.

“Wha? No, is it important?” He replied, pushing your front door open while looking at you with a slight look of concern.

“Suck in your gut Stoick!!”

“It’s sucked Gobber, it doesn’t suck any more than this!!”

You stared at the belt around your father’s waist with a slightly disgusted but mostly exasperated look. Of course, it was that time of year again. Only a matter of time before he showed up.

“Oh Thor…” You mumbled, both hands rubbing your head as you took a seat at the table to watch the struggle of two Vikings vs one belt.

“The ceremonial belt, oh gods it’s that time again isn’t it. The treaty signing with the Berserkers?” Hiccup asked, exasperated already despite Dagur not even being there.

“Yep, that it is son.” Your father replied, his breath caught in his throat as Gobber fastened the belt.

“They’ve got to change that name; their chief is literally Oswald the Agreeable!” You explained, leaning on your brother as he took a seat next to you.

Gobber nodded along with your opinion, “Aye lass, it seems a bit ridiculous really. Besides, we haven’t been to war with them in 50 years!”

Hiccup gave a groan, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t tell me he’s bringing that lunatic kid of his…” Your blood ran cold despite your heart rate speeding up.

“You’ve been to the same treaty signings as I have, son. Dagur will be there. He’s been here every year for the past 10 years of treaty signings.” Stoick reminded your brother, to which you cringed at from the memories of past Dagur experiences.

Ghostripper gave his usuall gurgle of a laugh he did whenever he found something amusing, which today was the look on your face.

“Let me guess, Hiccup and I will have to keep my adoring Betrothed out of trouble while you sort out the treaty again?” You asked your father, who returned your very obviously annoyed glare with a look of calmness that only served to annoy you even more.

He gave a short laugh as your face began to scrunch up from the scowl you wore.

“Actually, I have a more important job for the both of you. You need to hide all of the dragons. We don’t want any sort of risk to the peace treaty, even if Oswald is very agreeable. You know what Dagur’s like when it comes to dragon hunting.”

You knew all too well what he was like, from both the countless dragon battle stories he’s told you about and ‘trophies’ he’d shown you of previous wins.

“Come on dad, like Gobber said we haven’t been to war with them in over 50 years!” Hiccup tried to reason with Stoick, so no avail.

“Just. Hide the dragons, alright kids?”

Despite using the task of herding a group of dragons to take the reunion of yourself and your betrothed off of your mind, Snotlout had other ideas.

“So Y/N, I heard Dagur’s coming sometime today right? Man he’s so cool, and you get to marry him!”

You simply replied with a low groan while letting your head flop backwards. Thankfully though, you weren’t the only one with a similar reaction to being told Dagur was coming.

“Cool? When he was here when we were 14 he used me as a knife throwing target!” Hiccup shot back, rubbing his arm where a knife had barely missed him.

“He should be locked up in a cage.” Astrid agreed, strong opinions as always.

“That’s exactly what he did to me! He wouldn’t let me eat for 3 days!” Fishlegs shivered at the memories. Looks like most of the group had some serious Dagur trauma.

“Oh yeah! Then he fed you rotten cod heads,” Snotlout interjected, throwing his head back to laugh.

Fishlelgs promptly gagged at that particular memory.

“It’s probably only you and the twins who’ve escaped Dagur’s…antics…? But I mean the twins are…the twins so…” Astrid gave you a pitying look.

You were silent, staring at the group that was now staring back at you. All with pity in their eyes apart from Snotlout, who was just sat on Hookfang giving you a toothy grin.

“What? He cut off my hair and tried to take me back to Berserk with him! I’m still gonna have to marry that absolute- WOAH!!” Yourself and Ghostripper barely avoided being taken out by a rogue Zippleback straying from the group.

“Where the heck are the twins? Someone get that dragon, please!” Hiccup called out, already sick to death of what the day had to offer.

“On it!” Snotlout glided back towards the Zippleback with Hookfang.

Before you could turn back to help the idiot who was now hanging off one of the Zippleback’s necks, you heard the tell-tale horns being blown from the harbour.

“Yeah, absolutely not.”

You back flipped away from the ships with Ghostripper, simply answering protests from your brother with “You’ll have to catch me first!”.

A while later, you had successfully hidden Ghostripper and were looking for somewhere to hide yourself before being lifted up by a set of incredibly strong arms.

You let out an alarmed scream and raised your fists before realising it was just your father.

“Lass, come on. You can’t hide from this forever, now where’s your brother?” He asked in a huff, clearly already stressed out by the thought of what one slip up could cause today.

“He should be back by now- oh there he is.” You answered, watching Hiccup doing the most ‘try not to look panicked’ speed walk he’d ever done over to you and your father on the docks.

“Dad, we uh, have a slight issue-“

“Not now son. Oswald is here.” Stoick cut him off as he set you down, the boats pulling in and lowering their boarding planks with heavy thuds.

On the main boat, a Berserker warrior stood holding a trident high into the air and started announcing a whole spiel of titles.

“Presenting! The High Chief of the Berserker tribe! Cracker of Skulls, Slayer of Beasts! The great! AND FEARSOME-“

You already had a bad feeling about this and locking eyes with your brother you could tell he was having the same.

“Oswald the Agreeable…?” Gobber had suddenly appeared, making you almost jump a foot in the air as he questioned who the Berserker was announcing.

“DAGUR, THE DERANGED!!”

No. No this was not happening.

You watched as he cleared the way for the very familiar Viking, who glared across the distance between yourselves and him, before spitting on the floor (classy) and giving a wild grin to Stoick.

“Dagur?” Your father clearly hadn’t heard anything about this turn of events.

“The Deranged??” Gobber was obviously on the same wavelength.

“Oh gods…” You muttered, resting a hand on the side of your face in exasperation before almost jumping again from Dagur launching a knife at Hiccup’s head.

“Oh Perfect…!” Your brother groaned.

You watched uneasily as he disembarked the ship slowly, scanning his surroundings before setting his sights on you.

Dagur never had any issue with letting his facial expressions show how he was really feeling, and this time wasn’t any different. The moment he clapped eyes on you he was grinning ear to ear.

He almost bound up to you before thankfully your father took his attention.

“Dagur? Where’s your father?” He asked, a tinge of concern on his voice but he barely let it show. The first rule when dealing with Berserkers was to not let them see your fear. Or in this case, annoyance.

“My father has been…retired. He lost his taste for blood. I, on the other hand, am starving~!” He gave you a smirk as he chuckled, revelling in the glares he was receiving from Stoick and Gobber.

Proving further how insane Dagur had grown, he showcased his paranoia in thinking that Berk was hiding dragons. He wasn’t wrong of course, but how on earth could he have gotten any sort of information about that?

You racked your brain for answers before noticing your brother slipping away as quietly as he could.

Your head snapped to him, your wide-eyed glare coupled with a shake of your head and gesture of hands clearly asked, ‘Where the hell are you going without me?!’

He merely responded with a firm but worried look on his face and thumbs pointing furiously back towards the village as he took a few more steps away.

Your expression changed to one of questioning to one simply of anger as you scrunched your face into a scowl, to which your lovely brother simply replied by giving a thumbs up and booking it out of there.

Your fists gripped tighter in frustration before breathing out a sigh and turning back to Dagur, who had just finished a small but very sinister looking conversation with your father. Who looked to be going for his sword- Oh Thor!!

“So! How about we get that tour started then?” You quickly interjected, giving your most genuine fake smile to Dagur you could muster.

Stoick sighed and led the way with no further words.

‘I may have made an error.’ Was your only thought as Dagur promptly picked you up, spun you round and hugged you tightly.

“Y/N, my love I’ve missed you!”

“H-Hello to you too, Dagur!” He’d been here not ten minutes and he’d already got you breathless.

“Did you miss me too?!” He asked, staring at you intensely as you began to walk after your father. You couldn’t help but feel a small pang of…something…when he asked you that.

Whatever emotion was shown in his eyes, you had no idea what it was. But something dark at the back of your mind told you that should you ask, Dagur would do it. No matter what the job was.

Maybe he’d make a good husband in that department.

“Tremendously.” You managed, hoping to not cause a typical Dagur tantrum if you replied with anything less. You crossed your arms as you walked, Dagur’s hand instantly finding a place around your waist to drag you with him.

“Awww, see? I told you it was fate we were betrothed! Didn’t I tell you?” He bumped you closer to him, a wide grin still plastered on his face. You wondered if it hurt his cheeks.

You also wondered why the thought of making him smile so much was actually warming up to you.

After a particularly stressful and tension filled tour around the armoury, you left to find your brother, ever the genius, stood right outside the door with his arms in the air and eyes closed.

“Hiccup?” You asked, trying to hold in your laughter. Oh wait, this probably has something to do with what he was taking about earlier. Which if you’re not wrong, it most likely to do with a dragon.

Oh no.

“Hiccup! I was wondering where you ran off to.” Dagur commented, obviously amused.

“Oh- Dagur! It’s good to see you! Hey, you, you remember that time we went swimming and-and you tried to drown me!” Hiccup laughed nervously, an obvious attempt to hide whatever he was doing previously.

Dagur howled with laughter, his head tilting back and armour rattling while still maintaining a grip on your waist. You stood there like a stone, eyes flickering from Hiccup back to Dagur.

“Oh, the laughs we had…Bored aga- Wait a minute…” Dagur had already pulled you way past Hiccup and was looking back at him, Hiccup promptly turning as white as a sheet.

“What happened to your leg?” Oh thank Thor.

By your guess, the dragon had been up on the roof, which was why Hiccup was stood with his arms up previously.

As your fiancé and brother talked about the battle with the Red Death, you started planning of ways you could slip away from this situation and figure out what on earth was going on with the dragon on the loose. However, your hopes were dashed on the rocks when Dagur started pulling you away to the Great Hall.

“Come, my love. I’ll have you sat next to me so I can tell you all about my first weeks as Berserker Chief! I bet you can’t wait to be the next Chieftess, right?!” Gods he was way too excited about this.

You stuttered a reply along the lines of “Oh, y-yeah! Can’t wait!” the blush on your cheeks definitely only from the frustration of the situation and not from how closely he was holding you.

You looked back at your father who was stood talking quietly to Hiccup with a look that screamed ‘HELP ME DAMN IT!’.

Like father like son, he simply replied with a thumbs up.

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After the meal in the great hall and Barf and Belch bursting in, you were walking to the Dragon Academy for Dagur to ‘slay’ the poor dragon.

He only let go of your waist to show off his axe swinging skills to Gobber on your way there, so you had a chance to speak to your father about the dragon issue.

You hung back, letting Dagur’s hand slip from your waist hesitantly. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly the lack of physical contact not pleasing to him at all. You simply smiled and gestured to continue speaking to Gobber, to which he returned a wide grin and did so.

“Any ideas of what to do, dad?” You asked as quietly as you could while being only a few feet behind Dagur.

Stoick gave a short, gruff sigh, scratching his chin in thought. “No. Not yet anyway. Just stay alert, alright?” He gave you one of the nods he always gave you when he trusted you to know what to do in a stressful situation. He’d always been like that with you even before making peace with the dragons, always having faith in you to be pro-active and quick-thinking during dragon raids.

You gave a nod back, raising your eyebrows in exhaustion as you went to catch up to Dagur and Gobber again. As soon as you were next to him, like second nature his arm was around you again.

“So, Y/N my sweet, perhaps this is the year you come back to Berserk with me, hmm?” Dagur’s intense stare in that moment prevented you from replying properly, your mouth hanging open as words tried to form but nothing came out. As you felt your face heat up and eyes dart from his to the ground, the sky, anywhere that wasn’t that intense green, your father jumped in to help.

“There’ll be none of that, Dagur.”

Bad move from Stoick, as Dagur instantly stopped walking, his movements as erratic and unpredictable as ever.

“What?”

You had to admit, he definitely had a way of intimidation. The way his voice changed to such a baritone, deep gravel even when speaking one word commanded the attention of all the surrounding Vikings.

Yourself and Gobber exchanged worried looks, taking slight steps backwards.

Stoick wouldn’t be swayed, puffing out his chest as he stepped closer to Dagur and glowered at the younger Chief.

“I said, there’ll be none of that. Both your father and I agreed that when Y/N is 16, you’ll be married. Then and only then will she move to Berserk with you.” The protective father vibes were radiating off him.

Dagur wasn’t backing down, acting like a dragon protecting its horde. His hands shook with rage.

“Is that right? Well, I seem to remember telling you earlier…I’m not my father.”

“And I’ve already told you, Y/N stays here.”

Neither Chief was backing down. You couldn’t take your eyes away from them as your heart rate accelerated.

Dagur huffed, swiftly gripping your hand and dragging you forwards. You didn’t think your heart would survive after today. Especially considering his demeanour instantly changed from raging to pure excitement when he looked at you again.

“You’ll get to see me kill a dragon first-hand, Y/N! This must be an exciting day for you, right!?” He sounded like a love struck but insane puppy dog when he asked you that.

“Yeah, yeah. Very exciting-“

“Yeah?! That’s great! Oh, I can just see it now, you and I showering the blood of dragons all across the battlefield! Such a power couple!”  You discretely rolled your eyes before they shot open at the pain of Dagur squeezing your hand, a giggle coming from him before breaking into a run towards the arena, you in tow.

“Dad, dad what do we do??” You whisper-shouted in panic as Barf and Belch were tied down, both heads gurgling and squealing in panic for their owners and looking around at everyone for some sort of help.

Dagur stepped closer with his sword raised and instinctively you took a step forward. Stoick stopped you, holding out his own sword in front of you. Your blood ran cold, surely he wasn’t thinking…?

“I’ve had enough of this. If this means war, it means war.” Your eyes widened in a panic as you tried to quietly reason with your dad to wait for Hiccup to come back with a plan or something before causing a skirmish between himself and your fiancé, who no doubt would burn this entire village and its inhabitants to the ground and then whisk you off to Berserk without a second thought.

Your doomed thoughts were cut off by an explosion overhead. Ghostripper and Hookfang clambered over the top of the cage of the Academy, snarling and roaring ferociously at you.

“Dragon attack!!!” Hiccup shouted in panic, which you being his sibling instantly recognised as fake panic, as he ran through the Academy doors with his shield and knife in hand.

Ghostripper and the other dragons ran in after him, yourself being cornered by the changewing as it snarled and readied acid in its mouth.

Dagur’s first instinct was to run, shrieking a battle cry towards yourself and Ghostripper with his axe raised and a primal rage in his eyes.

“Dagur, NO!!!” You screamed in fake concern, making the same hand motion you had taught Ghostripper. Acid sprayed towards Dagur, stopping him in his tracks for a second to consider what you were telling him.

“I’ll be fine, just get out of here!!!” You shouted as Ghostripper pounced on you, you then kicking him gently in the stomach to flip him onto his back over your head.

Looking back at Dagur as you grabbed a sword, you saw a new expression on his face. Wonder. You knew that didn’t have good connotations for the future, his wide eyes and raised eyebrows showing nothing but adoration. You didn’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted.

Clearly not getting the message, Dagur threw a spear at Ghostripper as he went to ‘jump’ for you again, only for it to be met with Toothless’ teeth as the Nightfury stood proud and ready to fight in front of Dagur.

“What the- A Nightfury…they’re real!!!” Dagur’s surprise was increased as he stared into the eyes of a living legend.

Hiccup in his swiftness was quick to jump in between them, raising his shield and proclaiming his intentions to defend Dagur. It was the worst acting you’d ever seen from him, and you had to stop yourself from laughing when he “accidentally” smacked Dagur in the face with his shield.

“Y/N my sweet, I’m marrying you as soon as I come back for you, so don’t you dare die on me! I love you!” He’d told you of his affections before, but that was more in small gifts like stolen trinkets, body parts of dead dragons, animal bones made into necklaces or a lot of physical contact.

He’d never been vocal about it before, and you’d be wrong if it didn’t spark something in you that made you unable to answer for a minute. Ghostripper turned to him, a loud snarl erupting.

“Oh thor- ILOVEYOUTOO! Now go!!” You forced out quickly, hoping no one else heard it over the commotion and speed you shouted at.

Unfortunately, plenty of those around you heard including Dagur. His face lit up into such a euphoric grin you might as well have actually agreed to marry him then and there. He announced the departure of his men before running out of the Academy, cackling with pride as he went.

As soon as you were sure the Berserkers had fully left, you gave an exaggerated groan and collapsed from exhaustion on the ground on one of Berk’s nearby cliffs.

Ghostripper sat next to you, copying your groan as Hiccup and Astrid approached.

You glared up at them with a pout on your face as Hiccup raised an eyebrow at you on the floor.

“That cannot be comfy.” He gave a small laugh as you shook your head, the ground indeed was not comfy at all. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Sooo…are we gonna talk about that little thing with Dagur in the Academy?” Astrid gave you a quick smirk and raised her eyebrows as a teasing question to you.

You gave a long, drawn-out groan and covered your face as it turned red from the replays of that scene running through your mind. Each time, Dagur’s face seemed to portray more and more wonder at you and the Viking woman you’d started to become.

“I’m marrying you as soon as I come back for you~!”

“Shut up Astrid!”

Your hands remained covered over your face from embarrassment as Astrid and Hiccup laughed at your small predicament, leaning against Ghostripper and watching the sunset.

“You think he actually will come back after your dad basically almost murdered him?”

You couldn’t help but give a snort of dry laughter along with your brother.

“Have you met Dagur? Of course he’ll be back.”

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“Astrid, please! Your training missions almost kill me off every time!” You whined to your friend, currently stood in front of yourself and the others.

Astrid was having none of it, a hand resting on her hip as she gave you a very unimpressed and un-convinced look. “Are you joking? They do so not,”

“Your training missions are soooo haaaard!!” Fishlegs poetically cut her off in a whine very similar to yours.

“They are not!” She stuck her head out in exaggeration towards you all, growing angrier.

“Dragon parkour? In the air?” You stated, all of the group rubbing their necks and backs from the remembered pain of falling from each other’s dragons.

“Hand to claw combat?” Fishlegs raised his still bandaged hand, which Meatlug regretfully liked and nuzzled. Poor thing didn’t mean to crush Fishleg’s hand, she just got too stressed out from the combat.

“Spine dodging?” Snotlout added quickly.

“Or molten lava swimming!” Tuffnut chimed in next to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before Astrid asked what you’d been thinking.

“When did that happen?”

“It didn’t, but it should have! That’s way better than hand to claw combat.” Tuffnut reasoned while you gave a short laugh.

Astrid rolled her eyes, turning back to a display map of an island behind her.

“You’ll be going from this beach-“

She pointed to a small beach on the left of the island.

“To this cave on the other side of the island.” She gestured each part of the island in simple enough terms for the twins and Snotlout to understand.

You gave a small “Oh…” of relief before she went on to tell you all that, much to your despair, you’d be doing this small trip at night without the aid of your dragons or any camping gear. Just you and the clothes on your backs.

You mentally made a note to somehow steal a small lantern to take with you.

“Trust me, it’ll be fun!” Astrid tried to reason with you all again.

“It will absolutely not be fun.” You quipped back, receiving an annoyed glare in return.

“Oh Thor, give me strength!” You cried, barely dodging flames pouring out of the Monstrous Nightmare’s jaws. Quickly flipping yourself over a large log in your path, the lantern you were holding fell to the floor, the flame snuffing out and leaving you in darkness.

The Monstrous Nightmare sniffed around to your left, before you heard a loud, ferocious battle cry and an axe fly out of the bushes and land in a tree near you. You shrieked from the shock of it as the dragon flew off into the night.

Squinting in the darkness, you slowly rose to your feet. You could barely make out your surroundings before you heard stumbling coming through the bushes opposite your log. A sigh escaped your lips as Hiccup and his lantern came into view.

“Hiccup,” You sighed, hand pressed to your thumping heart as you jumped back over the log.

“Y/N!” Your brother exclaimed, offending you with how displeased he sounded. He almost sounded panicked?

You still heard rustling behind him.

Larger footsteps rampaged into the lantern light as a very familiar face appeared.

“Y/N!!!” Dagur beamed at you, the limited light from the lantern and shadows mixing on his features to make his expression absolutely terrifying.

This wasn’t helped when you were pounced on by him, being pulled into his hard chest in a winding hug. “You’re alive!!! I mean, of course you are, I did tell you not to die on me!” He let out an ear-piercing bellow of a laugh as he held you against him. Had he gotten stronger?

“Oh, it’s no wonder you’re destined to be my wife!” That last sentence sent a slight chill up your spine as you let out a small “It’s…good to see you too, Dagur!”

That didn’t stop him in the least, Dagur simply letting you go while he began running his mouth about how simply amazing you looked fighting that demonic Changewing. “Like a Valkyrie!” He likened you to.

Meanwhile, you were quickly shuffling up to Hiccup. “When did he get here??” You whisper shouted at him, not letting your eyes leave the raving Berserker in front of you.

“I just ran into him a while ago; he’s been here for a while hunting dragons.” You grimaced at the thought. Just how long had he been here?

“Ok…so what’s the plan?” Dagur was somehow still babbling.

“What do you- Oh right, the dragons.” Hiccup trailed off, noticing Dagur begin to come to an end of his ramblings of your destined wedding and repetition of the fact that you were set to be the power couple of the Archipelago.

“C’mon Hiccup, you’ve always been the one with the brains so do your sister a favour and get us out of this…!” You practically begged him, smiling brightly at Dagur as if you hadn’t just been talking about getting away from him 2 seconds before. Said Berserker Chief took your hand harshly before dragging you through the bushes, calling for his ‘Brother Hiccup’ to follow.

“We’re gonna catch us a Nightfury, right brother?” Dagur told you in excitement, giving his usual giggle as you processed what he just said.

“A Nightfury??” You gasped, whirling your head to Hiccup who was struggling to keep up. He gave you a particularly worried look, clearly communicating that the decision of leaving Tuffnut in charge of the dragons hadn’t gone too well.

You snuck underneath a rock formation, Dagur swiftly pulling you behind him as the same Monstrous Nightmare that had attacked you before roared and shot flames at something further off in the distance. It took flight and Dagur readied his crossbow.

Without thinking, Hiccup smacked his arms away and knocked him off balance. Dagur didn’t take kindly to that at all. “How dare you-“ You were already tired of deadling with this.

“I-I had to! The Nightfury…”

“Would’ve smelled it!” You interrupted quickly, placing your hands strategically on Dagur’s bare bicep. He looked at your hand and then at you, clearly more inclined to believe you at this moment in time than your brother who just lost him a kill.

“They can do that??” You quickly nodded, giving Hiccup the look to say something smart to make the situation less tense.

“Oh yes, oh excellent sense of smell. It would have sensed the danger and fled!” He improvised the explanation pretty well considering how bad of an actor he usually was.

“Aww, look at us! You my future brother-in-law, this little runt of a…well you know what you are. And me! Dagur the Deranged with my precious future wife!” You threw up a little in your mouth despite having a blush over your cheeks. Thank Odin it was night time.

“Who would’ve guessed we’d make such a formidable team?!”

Hiccup nervously replied with a small laugh before Dagur dragged the both of you further into the island.

Suddenly, you heard small footsteps approaching from behind some particularly large and thick bushes. Dagur quickly ran with you and Hiccup in tow behind a large rock.

“It’s smaller this time! That could be the Nightfury.” He sneered dangerously, not listening to Hiccup reasoning that it could be a wild Yak. You prayed that it wasn’t any of your dragons, preparing yourself to jump Dagur if it was and take the fall for such a betrayal.

That was, until Snotlout appeared. You gave a tired laugh at Hiccup’s likening him to being close enough to a wild Yak before Snotlout noticed your little group and ran up to you in distress.

“You will not believe what I’ve been through! This place is absolutely crawling with wild dragons!!” He raved, spreading his arms like wings just to demonstrate how crazily wild the dragons on the island in fact were.

“That is typically why they call it Dragon Island…?” You answered, watching Dagur roll his eyes at Snotlout’s panic while stepping closer to you as you spoke to him. Thor you couldn’t speak to anyone without him getting possessive.

He gave a look of exasperation when Snotlout noticed him and exclaimed his name in excitement. Clearly not impressed, Dagur boredly replied with the wrong name. You’d feel bad for him if not for Dagur’s hand suddenly on the small of your back as he said to you quietly,

“So much for being here alone…”

Further into the island, you ran into more of the dragon riders. Unfortunately, Astrid was the last to be found meaning there was no one else around to notice Dagur’s ever travelling eyes on you.

“What the heck is he doing here? And why does he seem more attached to you than usual??” Astrid whispered aggressively to you as you walked through the brush, Dagur thankfully conversing with Hiccup about what the Nightfury’s next moves might be.

“He just kind of appeared with Hiccup? Apparently, he’s been here hunting dragons, and now he’s after Toothless.” You replied, slapping a weary hand on your forehead and dragging it down your face as Astrid continued to look at you silently.

You refused to answer her second question.

“Answer the question Y/N-“

“I don’t- I don’t know why he’s so attached. But he keeps refering to me as his future wife so I think he’s upholding what he said last time we saw him…” Your hand went to rest around the back of your neck and rub it sheepishly as Astrid’s eyes went wide, remembering what Dagur indeed had shouted to you during his last visit to Berk.

He’d told you he’d marry you as soon as he came back for you. And you had no doubts that he would stick to his word.

This became even more of a concern when Dagur pulled back from Hiccup, not even looking at Astrid as he jumped in between you with a resulting “Hey!” from said blonde Viking. It was clear he’d had that same conversation on his mind because he was grinning at you ear to ear and took your hand quickly in his.

“I’ve been here training to be strong enough for you, my love.” You could’ve sworn you heard Snotlout give a small gag from a distance behind you. Hopefully Dagur didn’t hear.

“Training so I can be the husband you deserve. I mean, you protected me from a Changewing while all I could do was run heroically away so our marriage can be preserved. The least I can do for us and our future is get stronger.” Every word dripped with pride and a strange sort of devotion that he’d always have in his tone when speaking to you about your ‘future’ with him.

“Oh, well…that’s uh…good. I’m…happy you’re so motivated about this…?”

You had to admit, it was endearing. Especially when his grip on your hand tightened and he gave one of his typical excited giggles, eyes ever wide and staring into yours. Had he been nicer to your brother and the other kids on Berk and not be a sucker for bloodshed you may have even had a crush on him by now.

…Did you have a crush on him by now…?

Unfortunately, destiny decided that instead of you deciding how you felt, it would make Dagur grow impossibly more attached to you by having a large patch of moonlight shine through the trees as you continued walking.

He stared at you with a small – but still unhinged – smile. You could almost hear his thoughts as his eyes travelled your figure again. ‘THIS IS MY FUTURE WIFE!!!’ It would have screamed as he once again, giggled with excitement and marched ahead.

“And sadly, I think that’s just convinced him to try to kidnap you again.” Hiccup quipped from next to you as you planted your face in your hands with a soft groan.

No. No, no time for that now. You’re on an island full of wild dragons while your beloved ‘fiance’ is hunting all of your dragons. No time for feelings to get involved.

“The Nightfury!” Dagur announced, giving an unhinged cackle before diving off the ledge Toothless had gone over, grabbing you and holding you to him firmly as you shrieked in alarm. Hiccup quickly landed after you, clearly after what he said about Dagur kidnapping you earlier not risking anything.

“Where’d it go??” You asked breathlessly as you could already feel your heart beat pounding in your chest. Where was Ghostripper? Was he safe? Please don’t say he was anywhere near here.

Dagur shot a flame covered arrow into the distance and turned to both you and Hiccup.

“To be honest with you, brother, Y/N…I’m not exactly alone here either.” Like it had been planned, multiple flame covered arrows came back from the area Dagur had shot his. You gave a quiet gasp. Just who else had he brought?

“Dagur, Nightfuries are very lethal, a few extra men aren’t gonna make a big difference!” Hiccup explained carefully, taking a step closer to Dagur. He almost looked like someone trying to tame a wild beast from how cautious he was.

“Oh really, well I suppose it’s a good job I brought the entire Berserker Armada with me!” he cackled, grabbing your waist and lifting up his shield to protect the both of you as flaming arrows rained from the sky. This was it. This was the day you become ‘Mrs Y/N Deranged, the Berserker Chief’. You were doomed.

Catching Toothless on the edge of a cliff wasn’t exactly hard considering he couldn’t fly. Just as Hiccup announced that he couldn’t let Dagur kill Toothless, you a roar rip from your throat and instantly heard a roar in return. Ghostripper literally ripped through the trees into the clearing. A brave move for a Changewing considering how soft their scales are. Clearly, he could sense your stress and came in, acid and blue flames at the ready, for his partner.

Dagur stood dumbstruck, for once silent as he took in what was happening. His eyes narrowing with rage as he finally noticed the saddle and soft pats and strokes you were giving Ghostripper.

“Is that…the Changewing…” He was growling now, cogs in his brain turning as he figured out just how badly he’d been deceived by you, his beloved.

“And that’s a saddle. We do not hunt dragons on Berk anymore, Dagur. We ride them.” Hiccup was speaking with the confidence of a Chief himself as he explained this to Dagur, clearly not afraid of the dangerous etching itself onto the Berserker Chief’s features as his eyes flickered from your dragon, to Toothless, to Hiccup himself and finally to you. Instantly, a chill ran down your back.

You couldn’t do this. You knew you had to, but you found yourself wishing to apologise, to fly away, for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow you up.

“So I was right…you WERE HIDING DRAGONS!!!” Dagur’s voice escalated into a scream at you and your brother as you jumped, hands gripping Ghostripper’s sadle and nails cutting into the leather.

“You- YOU! YOU LIED TO ME!!!” He pointed an accusing finger at you, more ice-cold guilt running through you as you swallowed. His anger was spurred on by this clearly showing in your eyes.

“Y/N, Beloved, are they making you do this? Are your father and Hiccup forcing you to stop hunting dragons? No WONDER Stoick didn’t want you to come back with me. He’s getting in the way! Just like that pesky Changewing!!” Dagur’s reasoning was something only his brain could come up with, he clearly didn’t want to believe you’d lie to him about something so big.

Your mouth hung open for a minute, unable to find the words before forcing them out, “No! No, we do ride dragons Dagur! And I care about them just as much as Hiccup does! The only reason we lied was to keep the peace between the tribes!” You reasoned, hands already pulling on Ghostripper’s saddle in preparation for the worst.

“By making a FOOL OUT OF ME?!”

“Yeah you don’t really need much help with that, Dagur.” Hiccup struck back at him, noticing your pulling at Ghostripper to get away from the situation.

“You! I trusted you! You’re mine, and you’re going to be my bride whether you like it or not, got it?! Once a Berserker sets their sights on something they love, they NEVER LET IT GO!! YOU HEAR ME?! NEVER!!”

His angered cries felt like a bolt of lightning had struck you as you felt your skin paling as Dagur’s eyes intensely glared into yours, taking a step closer and holding his crossbow ready.

“Y/N, go get the others and their dragons! I’ll be fine here!” Hiccup ordered you quickly, a protective streak over you surfacing. Ghostripper clearly felt this too, because the instant the last syllable left Hiccup’s mouth you were in the air and a good 10 feet away from Dagur and Hiccup.

“Thanks, boy…” You patter Ghostripper’s hide, an affectionate gurgle sounding from him as he swooped between trees and away from the noises of combat and Dagur’s screams of rage.

“GUYS! We’re leaving! Get to the skies!!” You announced to the others on the ground, all of whom heard the panic in your voice and immediately followed your orders as Hiccup and Toothless flew over.

“Are you ok?!” You frantically asked, eyes scanning him for any injuries.

“Yeah, we’re fine. What about you? Are you gonna be ok to fly back??” Hiccup kept glancing back at where the Berserker Armada had been and where Dagur’s rage filled screams of commands were echoing from.

“I-I…Yeah I’m fine, just a bit shaken!” You managed before all dragon riders were in the air, Hiccups and Toothless leading the flight back to Berk with you not far behind. You glanced back at Dagur, who by now was on one of his boats. You felt like throwing up from how stressful this night had turned out to be. Nausea filling you before you shook your head, did the breathing technique Fishlegs had taught you and looked forwards.

“I should kill those brats for lying to you, Chief.” Dagur’s ship captain growled, his fist curling into a ball as he imagined ringing your necks. This fantasy was cut off by Dagur thrusting a knife to his throat, his eyes wide and menacing.

“NO ONE!! Hurts Y/N. NO ONE, UNDERSTAND?!” Dagur raged, the sight of your terrified, lying face both enraging him and comforting him.

“No one gets to hurt Hiccup either. No one, except me. That’s how I’ll teach my beloved a lesson for lying to me…” Dagur growled, watching as the sun rose and just about making out your dragon’s shape in the distance.

“I’ll have his Nightfury. And I’ll have my Y/N as my wife. It’s only a matter of time…”

Chapter Text

It had been a month or so since your encounter with Dagur on Dragon Island. Since then, Stoick had decided to officially withdraw your betrothal to him. He hadn’t let Dagur know yet for obvious reasons, but he still had the letter signed, sealed and ready to go.

“I can’t believe I ever let that…that maniac, anywhere near you.” You gave a groan and felt your face scrunch up into a scowl as your father realised, he was suggesting you couldn’t handle one man.

“I know you can hold your own, sweetheart, but a father worries.” He sighed at you, wiping the sweat off his brow from the previous angry rant he’d been on. You took his large hand that had been held out to gesture towards you, his own clasping yours as you smiled at him.

“I still see you as that little girl who used to ask me about everything there was to know. Well, you and your brother I suppose.”

You gave him a warm smile before the door to your house swung open.

“Berserkers have been spotted attacking Bucket and Mulch out West!” Hiccup exclaimed, Ghostripper roaring and nudging you out of the door.

“Oh gods- ok see you later, dad!” You shouted back at Stoick who had ran out of the door after you.

“Be safe! That goes for the both of you!”

Whatever panic Hiccup had been in, it had pretty much subsided by the time you reached Bucket and Mulch’s ship. Both older Vikings were holding their own very well against the Berserkers raiding their ship.

You spotted a plank being placed between the ships

“Come on boy, Acid bomb!” You steadied Ghostripper to fire a jet of acid onto the middle, while Snotlout and Hookfang came along to crack it and send it tumbling into the ocean. Stormfly sent a few spine shots into the side and deck of the boat and Toothless bumped harshly into it, sending the Vikings rocking violently.

You both high fived as you started hearing shouts of “Retreat!” their ships moving as fast as the men could row them.

Landing on the incredibly large iceberg, which was basically an icy island, you noticed a dark spot in the midst of the ice. Hiccup questioned Bucket and Mulch as they disembarked their ship. “What happened?”

“Oh, I don’t know Hiccup, maybe they got attacked by Berserkers?” You called over to him while looking closer at the dark spot, grinning slightly after hearing Astrid and Snotlout give small laughs at your retort.

“Very funny, Y/N. You guys know what I mean though.” You could practically hear Hiccup rolling his eyes from behind you.

As you ventured round the side of a wall of ice towards where more of the dark spot was, all voices around you seemed to trail off despite all of them walking in the same direction as you.

“Hiccup- HICCUUUUP?” You called in a quieter tone before raising your voice in a slight panic.

Mulch lead Hiccup and Astrid around to where you were quickly after hearing your cry. All Vikings present already knowledgeable of your little moment with Dagur and wary that he may try anything to get you. What they found hiding in the ice instead, however, was a very large and very dangerous looking dragon.

“It’s a dragon? This is what the Berserkers were trying to dig out?” Hiccup asked, pressing his hand to the ice near its face as you just stood staring into its eye. Probably not the best idea, but you couldn’t look away.

“But…why did they want to dig it out?” Astrid questioned, rubbing her hand against her chin.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s our dragon now.” Snotlout grinned, taking a closer look at the long spines and viscious teeth it displayed. You sighed and shook your head as he pulled up his upper lip and made fake biting motions at it.

“Snotlout, if that breaks out of there and eats you, I’m not helping.”

“Ok, so that is 100% a SKRILL!!” You suddenly announced in the quietness of the Academy, jumping at least 10 feet in the air from excitement. Hiccup and Fishlegs’ heads shooting up at you with bewildered expressions.

“Are you sure??” Fishlegs asked you, bounding over with your brother in similar excitement to what you were exhibiting.

“Of course, I’m sure! I’d recognise that body structure anywhere! Oh my Thor this is HUGE!!” You grabbed Fishlegs’ face and shook him as he geeked out with you and your brother. Astrid, Snotlout and the twins just kind of stayed back and watched you three burn yourselves out over how amazing this find was.

After sprinting to the Great Hall, you got inside to hear aggravated shouting between Gobber and the other Vikings. Walking in through one of the side doors, you noticed your father looking clearly annoyed and holding the bridge of his nose.

“Dad, it’s a Skrill.” Hiccup made the announcement before you could, prompting you to punch him in the arm and give him a pout.

“A Skrill? Oh that’s not good. Not good at all.” He growled, pacing the floor along the tables as most of the Vikings gathered whispered among themselves.

“If the Berserkers were digging the Skrill out of the ice, it must mean they’re going to try and train it.” Stoick relayed exactly what Hiccup had been thinking grimly to the vast hall of Vikings. The whispers turned into murmers of worry, thinking about just what a menace like Dagur could do with a Skrill to Berk.

“And if I know anything about the Berserkers, anything about Dagur for that matter, that will not be a good thing.” Hiccup stared at the drawing of the Skrill in the book of dragons, visualising the exact same symbol on the Berserker boat sails and Dagur’s belt.

“I mean I thought that was obvious-“

“Y/N please.”

“Ok, ok…”

Dagur’s boat captain stood proudly as his fellow Berserkers cheered around him, his Chief holding up his arm after announcing that they had finally found the Skrill. The dragon of their people.

“However!” Dagur always loved to be the bearer of bad news, especially when he got to be the one beating the snot out of the person who caused it.

“It’s just such a shame that he failed to retrieve it for me, along with the added bonus of my fiancé being the one to prevent him from bringing it back here, AS WELL AS the fact that he failed to capture her!!!” Dagur grew angrier with every mention of you, kicking the much larger Viking captain to the floor and snarling at him.

How hard could it have been really? Just knock out Y/N’s dragon, get her and get as far away from the other dragon riders as possible! Dagur was certain he could do it if he was there, but of course, everything always goes wrong when he’s not involved.

“For centuries, the Skrill has represented the Berserkers’ pride and strength as a tribe! Now that Hiccup has both it, and your future Chieftess all to himself, we’ll just have to go to Berk! Rip the Skrill and my bride from his scrawny little hands! And destroy anyone that gets in our way!!!” Dagur roared into the sea of screaming, shouting and cheering Berserkers. He grinned at the reaction of his subjects, envisioning a time a few hours from now with him being able to hold you to him, kiss you and tell you how much he adored you and how he would never let you go again.

“We need to get rid of this Skrill. It’s the perfect excuse for Dagur to go to war with us. Well, that and um…another predicament. But for the most part, the Skrill!”

Your father boomed at yourself and the others. Despite there not being a big crowd or anything, he was still using the same tone he had in the initial meeting in the Great Hall, meaning basically the entirety of Berk had just heard him discussing the fact that you were indeed a reason for Dagur to wage war on your people.

“I’m right here dad…” You breathed, blinking slowly and trying to hold down the feeling of your face going warm.

“You know I love a fight as much as the next Viking, but why not just give it to them?” Gobber asked, motioning back towards the dragon arena where it was being kept.

“It’s just a frozen dragon carcass afterall.”

Fishlegs paled and swallowed harshly as he stepped forwards. “Actually, Gobber, Skrills have an incredibly high internal body temperature. Meaning they can stay frozen for decades at a time…”

You rubbed your face with your hand, letting out a sigh and a weary “It’s never easy is it.” As Fishlegs shook his head in agreement with you, looking just about as tired as you at this situation too.

“We cannot give it to Dagur, dad. It is literally giving him a ticket to start coming over here whenever he pleases and blow stuff up.” Hiccup pleaded with Stoick, who was stood with his arms crossed and a contemplative look on his face

“And, also incentive for kidnapping.” You added, bringing back up the calling off of betrothal your father had formed just that morning.

“Point is, we have no idea what Dagur could be capable of with this Skrill. He could be even more powerful than Toothless!” While Hiccup stated this, an alarming thought arrived in your head as you faced the dragon arena, noticing small sparks of light coming from it.

“Yeah, and on that note um…just want to point out that we’ve left said incredibly powerful dragon under the watch of Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Snotlout?” No sooner had you said this than an explosion was heard exactly where you’d just seen the sparks of light. It really was never easy.

“Well! I’m gonna start packing my bags because as soon as Dagur gets a hold of that Skrill, It’ll be bye bye Berk, hello Berserker Island.” You were trying to make an otherwise stressful situation slightly more humorous but doing an awful job at it, as Ghostripper snarled and nudged you protectively. Your brother and father both also exchanged looks as you started pacing and looking off into the direction the Skrill had gone.

“It’s alright, Y/N. We just have to get to it before Dagur and his armada do, right?” Astrid tried her best to calm you, patting your shoulder and trying to reason with you.

“Well if we’re gonna do it, then best we leave now. Y/N, are you coming or not?” Hiccup asked, the look in his eyes clearly telling you he didn’t particularly want you to go. But you wanted to be personally there to make sure that Skrill didn’t fall into the wrong hands, and you weren’t risking another incident like the one that had just happened with the twins and Snotlout.

“Of course I’m going. Think I’ll just let you do all the hero work yourselves?” You snorted at him, climbing onto Ghostripper. Instantly, you felt safer being on the back of your trusted dragon and surrounded by your friends.

“Then we have no time to lose, if I know Dagur he’s already on the hunt for the Skrill again.” Hiccup nodded to you, giving you more confidence in this mission before you all took to the skies.

Ghostripper just about dodged a huge blast of lightning the Skrill fired your way. You saw a parting in the clouds, pointing to it as Hiccup soared past you on Toothless.

You followed suit, instantly regretting your decision as you were met with the Berserker symbol below. The Skrill let out a frustrated roar as it considered its options, flying towards a large amount of Boats with humans on them or flying towards a few dragons also with humans on them.

“Surprise surprise Hiccup!” Dagur cackled, watching as you swooped to avoid yet another of the Skrill’s attacks. “Y/N, my love! Have you missed me??” You completely ignored his call to you.

“Now, Hiccup, get your tiny little hands off my Skrill…” You couldn’t see Dagur’s expression as he said this from having to dodge out of the way of boulders and arrows, but you could feel the instability resonating all the way from up in the air.

A shriek sounded as you ducked out of the way of a particularly large boulder that soared over your head and into Meatlug’s mouth.

“You ok??” Fishlegs asked, noticing your hand on your chest as you sat back up. “Yeah! I’m good!”

“DON’T FIRE AT HER YOU IDIOTS!!!” Dagur screamed, waving his axe around to make a point to his men who all flinched.

“Aim for the Nightfury!!! If you so much as scratch her with anything, consider yourself Skrill food!!”

“Oh look at that, he does care!” Snotlout sarcastically shouted at you, “Would you do something about your deranged boyfriend Y/N?!” He continued, clearly aggravated at the continued assault from the Berserker fleet and Skrill combined.

“MY WHAT?!” Your face scrunched up into a scowl, face now a ruby red. Even as Ghostripper flipped over arrows you were still glaring at him with an intensity that spoke of what you’d have done if you were closer to him.

“Alright, point taken. Come on Hookfang! Let’s get out of here before they reload!” Snotlout flushed slightly from having a girl stare at him for so long, flying away on Hookfang with yourself behind him.

You took a quick look back at the fleet of ships, accidentally making eye contact with Dagur as you did so. You let out a small exclamation and instantly turned back around, your face still burning.

Dagur gripped the side of the ship, feeling splinters of wood break beneath his large, calloused hands. His face brightened as he saw your retreating figure look back at him, letting out an excited giggle to himself. “Look at her, your future Chieftess. She’s so perfect. I need to take her back to Berserker Island with me, no matter what.” Dagur’s captain was slightly taken aback by the dreamlike trance he seemed to be in before quickly snapping out of it to turn to his men.

“The same goes for the Skrill. A dragon that can go head-to-head with Hiccup and his Nightfury…they will both. Be. MINE.” Dagur growled, standing proud while looking back at your dragon flying away.

He made a vow to himself in that moment. As soon as he next caught even a glimpse of you, he’d be straight after you to bring you to your rightful place at his side.

With the Berserker fleet reduced to the size of ants in the distance, yourself and the others landed on a cliff.

“Snotlout? You ok?” You heard Astrid ask, turning to both of them with slight concern.

“I didn’t think I scared him that bad?” You asked, looking slightly worried. Surely your glare hadn’t upset him? This was Snotlout you were talking about, he regularly gets glared at and worse and doesn’t bat an eye.

He then proceeded to glare straight at you and make the strangest array of noises you’d ever heard.

Astrid and yourself just stared at him for a few seconds. “What?” You leaned closer to him, wondering if maybe your hearing was off.

Then he made the same noises.

“W-wha…? Anyone understand what he’s saying?”  You asked, stifling a laugh with your hand and looking at Hiccup quizzically.

“He got hit by a lightning bolt, so I have no idea.” Your brother replied, sending you into a fit of hysterical laughter as you curled over to brace yourself on Ghostripper’s neck. Snotlout clearly didn’t like this and started hurling incomprehensible insults towards you, which served to only make you even more hysterical with laughter.

“He says shut it or I’ll set Hookfang on you.” Tuffnut spoke up, making you peer up from where you were hunched over, wiping a tear from your eye.

“Huh?” You managed out, breathless.

“I speak post lightning Snotlout!” Tuffnut answered, clearly proud of this incredibly weird skill of his. You wheezed, covering your face with your hands as Hiccup shook his head. You seemed to always get like this when something unfortunate happened to Snotlout. Mostly because he never seemed to let any of it bother him, which just made it all the more hilarious.

“How many times has this kid been struck by lightning- Y/N, come on, enough.” He told you as you sat fully up, still laughing breathily, watching Snotlout shake his fists at you while gibberish fell from his mouth.

“Ehhehehehegurgle.” Oh gods you could feel the laughter rising in your throat. Hold it down Y/N, hold it down!

“12? Oh, twelve times.” Tuffnut translated, receiving another rather aggressive slur from Snotlout, translating it to “He says, enough talk! Dagur’s all mine. Also, Tuffnut is the toughest of us all! He uh, implied that last part- OW!!” Tuffnut yelped as Ruffnut punched him in the arm.

“Ok, Astrid you heard the man-“

“Pfffffffft-“ Y/N you have to hold it in!!

“Y/N I swear to Thor!” Hiccup wasn’t exactly annoyed, but he was clearly getting tired of your laughter while the Berserker fleet was still so close.

“Ok! Ok, I’m done. I’m done.” You reassured him, taking some deep breaths and patting your chest with a smile.

“Astrid, you take Snotlout and Fishlegs to keep the Berserker fleet at bay, the twins, Y/N and I will go and get the Skrill.” Hiccup told her, clearly keeping you away from the Berserkers for fear of you getting captured. You all nodded in agreement before once again, your dragons bursting into the air.

“Ok boy, let’s be careful around this guy!” You patted Ghostripper as Toothless dodged multiple strikes from the aggravated Skrill. You managed to fly closer, Ghostripper launching a rain of acid from his mouth that just about missed the angry dragon.

“Tuffnut! Ruffnut! Make as much gas as you can in the clouds, then when you got to the other side of the, ignite it! I’ll deal with the Skrill when it comes out, Y/N you cover the twins!” Hiccup ordered as the Skrill made a break for the cloud line. The twins sped after it and yourself after them, avoiding Barf’s gas and just flying above them.

“Hold on, Belch! Not yet! Y/N, get ready to see something MAGNIFICENT!!!” Tuffnut announced, Ruffnut turning around to you and giving you a thumbs up. You grinned at them and nodded, Ghostripper turning around as you exited the cloud lining, watching as the clouds exploded with Barf and Belch’s fire.

You whooped with them before seeing Hiccup and Toothless chasing the Skrill back up into the clouds, shouting at the twins to follow them as Ghostripper sped after them.

“Where did it- WOAH!!” A blast of lightning made your hair stand up on end, Ghostripper spinning out of the way and almost actually falling off the saddle yourself. “Steady boy! Steady!” You patted him as he shook his head, growling at the Skrill and speeding back off into the sky just in time to get near to Hiccup and the twins.

You gasped as Toothless’ plasma blast collided with a huge lightning strike from the Skrill, your vision going blurry and feeling the wind rushing through your hair as you held onto Ghostripper’s saddle.

Ghostripper smashed into the deck of a Berserker ship violently, you flying off and colliding with the deck just by a Berserker soldier’s feet.

Your head spun as you heard shouts of “It’s her! We’ve got her Dagur!! It’s the girl, Y/N!!!” your body just wouldn’t let you get up as a net was thrown over you, the heavy and cold rope pushing you back down to the floor as you gave a pained grown.

Ghostripper was roaring visciously at the Berserkers, who stood between you and your faithful dragon. As your eyes grew heavier from the pain throbbing all over your body, you pushed out a faint “Go, get away!” to your dragon before your head dropped onto the deck and your vision went black.

Hiccup gave a panicked yell as Toothless tried to get as close as he could to the ship you’d landed on, but his plasma blasts were all used up and the amount of ammunition the Berserkers was getting bigger and more dangerous.

“Hiccup! We need to fall back!” Astrid and Stormfly were themselves struggling to keep up with avoiding being struck by anything.

“I can’t! Y/N’s down there, I promised my dad I wouldn’t let Dagur get to her!” He exclaimed, looking for an opening as the ship began to make its way over to Dagur’s.

“I know, but if we want to save her then we need to fall back and regroup!” Astrid was practically begging him now, the other dragon riders hovering nearby and trying not to get hit by anything.

Hiccup looked at her desperately and then back at your fading form on the ship before sighing and shooting away with Toothless.

Dagur wasted no time in leaping onto the ship you were tied up on, your head hanging forwards and breathing slow as you were leaned up against the mast. Still knocked out, Dagur let a euphoric giggle leave him as he knelt in front of you, lifting your head up to admire your features.

“Take the ropes off her. Now.” His entire demeanour turning from one of quiet infatuation to anger at the sight of the ropes binding you. The Berserker in charge of the ship quickly cutting your ropes off as Dagur threw them over the side into the ocean. He picked you up into his arms, your head flopping to rest against his shoulder. Gods he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. A quiet but unhinged laugh escaped from him as he moved his face closer to you, careful with his helmet as he rested his forehead on yours.

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The first thing you felt was your side throbbing. As you slowly came into consciousness you also felt something wrapped around your middle. A strong rising and sinking sensation against your back signalled that it was a body.

Still foggy from sleep and trying to remember what had happened before you blacked out, your panic increased as memories of lightning, roars, hard wood and cold rope burned back into you. You tried to move, only to feel whatever was gripping you tighten. That was the only moment you fully realised that there could only be one person with their arms wrapped around you like this.

His breath warm on your neck as you heard him give a quiet, husky groan as he too came out of sleep. As if he forgot he’d been the one to bring you into his room, place you as carefully as he could on the bed and curl up next to you, Dagur stared at your back for a few minutes and let his arms loosen slightly.

You finally managed to wiggle free, turning back to look at him before trying to leave the bed. Dagur finally realised that it was, in fact, his beloved Y/N in the same bed as him and he wasn’t dreaming. He beat you to the edge of the bed, gripping your arms and pulling you back down and underneath him.

“Let me go! LET ME GO, DAGUR!!” You shouted, heart thumping in your chest as you thought of all of the things he could have done to you while you were asleep. Gods you hoped he hadn’t.

“Y/N, Y/N my love, calm down. CALM-“ He went to shout at you, noticing how you winced as his voice raised from being so close to you. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. Unless you want me to…” his voice still hadn’t recovered from sleep and had a gravel over it that only made the previous sentence all the worse.

“I…Where are we? Where’s Ghostripper?” You instantly asked, not caring to ask why the hell you were in the same bed as Dagur because come on Y/N. You know him by now.

Dagur grimaced at your questions, though looked confused at the mention of a ‘Ghostripper’.

“Ghostripper?” He questioned. You couldn’t believe it. The man calls himself your fiancé and future husband yet doesn’t know the name of your dragon. You wouldn’t have minded but with the amount he overtly obsesses over you, he might as well try to learn your dragon’s name!

“My dragon, Dagur. Where is my dragon?” You asked him, actually slightly calmer now that he’d said he wouldn’t hurt you. That didn’t make the situation any better, but at least you weren’t on the verge of tears in an incredibly vulnerable position.

That said, the way he was looking at your lips again and again did not give you good vibes at all.

His expression turned into an annoyed eye roll at the mention of the fowl beast that was always following you around and preventing him from getting what he wanted. Though, he knew at least he’d have some credit for actually telling his men to let it go.

“It’ll be back on Berk by now, with your brother and his friends and the countless other pesky little dragons. Trust me, sweetness, you won’t be needing it here. I’m the only one who can keep you safe, remember?” His head tilted as his face grew closer to yours, your heart instantly going back to pounding in your chest. You knew for a fact that he could see the effect this was having on you as you felt your face heat up.

You were at a loss for words, staring back into his eyes with your lips slightly parted.

He couldn’t help it. He just could not. Help. It.

Dagur moved quickly, hands pressing harder into your wrists as he kissed you suddenly. You’d given him the perfect opportunity to, so why not. Gods your lips felt perfect up against his. Every fibre of his being was set alight and screaming at him in that second to take you. To just get it over and done with and make you permanently his. Screw the Wedding, screw the traditions. He wanted you there and then.

But the look in your face when he pulled away, saliva linking both of your lips as you practically gasping for breath and tears welling stopped him. He was a Berserker, not a monster.

He swiped away the saliva, a grin forming on his features as he licked his lips. The amount of pride that came from getting you to such a speechless state was unimaginable.

He reluctantly pushed himself off you, and the bed. It was only then that you noticed how cold the room was without his contact. Had he always been that warm?

Dagur smoothed out the hair that had gotten caught over his hairband, placing his helmet over his head and adjusting his belt buckle. As you slowly sat up in bed, he picked up his axe and inspected it for any damage, flipping it around in his hands a few times before turning back to you.

“Where are we?” You asked him again, firmer this time with a set glare on him that told him you certainly wouldn’t forget your first kiss. Or the anger and embarrassment you felt about it. His grin widened, making your glare falter slightly as you swallowed. You managed to steel yourself again without him noticing.

“We’re on Outcast island, my love. No more running away or anyone getting in the way of us here.” You’d never heard him purr like that before. The subtle growl in his voice being incredibly unsettling in comparison with his facial expression, which was still the large smile and widened eyes staring at you.

Besides that, what where you doing on Outcast Island??

Before you got to ask that question, however, Dagur was quick to interrupt you.

“I’ll come back for you in a few hours, after I make sure Alvin and his lackeys know who’s boss. Can’t take any chances with them either, you know how Outcasts are.” His hand gripped the axe tighter as you went to stand.

“If you know what’s good for you, sweetness, you’ll stay. Put. Got it?” Axe still in hand, he approached you, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb lightly against your slightly reddening lips. You turned away from him, only resulting in a chuckle.

Of course, now he was only slightly amused by your rejection of his affectionate behaviour. He had you right where he wanted you! He didn’t need to get angry anymore when he could easily do anything he wanted to you.

“I promised you we’d be married, didn’t I? Need to be on Alvin’s good side if we want the perfect ceremony, right?”

Oh fuck.

With that, he was out of the door. You heard it lock behind him, as well as him telling guards stationed outside to make sure to listen out for any escape attempts and look out for any suspicious characters. “Oh gods…Hiccup please hurry…”

“It’s alright son! We’ll get her back as soon as possible. You did all you could.” Stoick attempted to comfort a ragingly paranoid Hiccup, who was pacing the docks with Toothless and Ghostripper.

“That’s not the point, dad! I promised you that I’d keep her safe. I promised Y/N that I’d keep her safe! And now she’s all alone, with Dagur! Who knows what he could do with her to get to me.” Hiccup mithered loudly, running his hands through his hair, and trying to keep the intrusive thoughts about what Dagur could do to his sister out of his mind.

“Lad, you’re forgetting the twins! They might well be on Dagur’s trail right now, on their way to help her.” Stoick patted the boy’s shoulder, kneeling to his height and giving him an earnest look. Hiccup stared back with furrowed eyebrows and frustrated tears threatening to fall.

“For all of their sakes, I hope you’re right.”

It seemed like hours had passed since Dagur left you alone with two Outcast soldiers outside your door. You tried to make conversation with them out of pure boredom but neither would reply to anything you had to say, clearly too terrified of what Dagur might do if he found out they’d spoken to you.

You were lying across the bed and staring at the ceiling when the door slammed open. You shot up, hoping for your brother and the others to be stood there. Instead, you were faced with Dagur. He stormed in, grabbing your arm, and pulling you off the bed.

“I’ve got someone who’d very much like to meet you, my sweet.” He was clearly aggravated by something, and that something you guessed was most likely Alvin. Considering this was Outcast Island, it made sense that Dagur had formed some sort of truce with the Outcasts. But why?

Your stomach filled with dread as you were walked out of the room, Dagur forcefully making you link arms with him. You remembered the last time you’d seen Alvin. You’d used Terrible Terrors against himself and the other Outcasts when they’d kidnapped Meatlug.

“Hiccup and the others are gonna come for me, you know.” That sentence made Dagur tense, his grip on your hand he’d made rest on his arm tightening. You held strong. Maybe the time you’d spent with Dagur had desensitised you to his little tantrums. You refused to look at him as you continued walking.

“If he knows what’s good for him and his dragon, he won’t.” Dagur muttered darkly, pulling your arm sharply towards him and almost making you stumble. “If he does, he’ll have to prepare himself to face me in hand-to-hand combat. And if it comes down to it…if it’s over you? I’d win, hands down.” You didn’t satisfy him with a reply. Something deep in your stomach fluttered at the show of devotion from your ex-fiancé.

Oh gods. He didn’t know, did he. He didn’t know your father had called it off. Well, that would be a very fun conversation later down the line.  

Approaching a huge set of doors, Dagur let go of your arm and let one of his large hands slide across your waist as he walked ahead. He pushed them open with ease. You shouldn’t have been surprised really.

There stood Alvin, glancing un impressed at Dagur as he pridefully stepped into the room with his hand now hooked around your waist to bring you forwards.

“There she is. Stoick’s little girl.” Alvin spoke with a menacing excitedness, giving an ugly, tooth filled grin at you as you stood in front of him.

“I should gut you right here for what you and your family did to me…” He murmured, noticing Dagur’s face instantly darken and his hand go to grip his axe.

“In the past! All in the past!” He didn’t exactly sound worried as he exclaimed that. He knew he could take Dagur easily if it came down to it. You guessed he’d said it to rile the Berserker chief up.

Speaking of, Dagur pulled you to sit down at a table that was clearly there to negotiate terms. You weren’t the Chief’s daughter for nothing, you instantly knew that both chiefs of opposing tribes would have to settle on some sort of agreement.

You considered your options while Dagur and Alvin discussed- I mean argued over strategies. Should you just make a break for it? The arena you’d passed on the way here didn’t look too hard to scale, plus there was a stash of weapons just a few feet away from you. But Dagur and about a dozen Outcasts would easily jump you by the time you made it to the weapons.

You felt Dagur stand up, going to strangle one of his Berserkers as he spoke about incapacitating your brother. You looked highly unamused.

Alvin didn’t like being pushed to the background, slamming his drink on the table and walking up to Dagur with his chest puffed out, glaring down at him. Dagur met his challenge as you quickly stood up and backed away, noticing someone run to the food table a few feet back. Turning around to see who it was, you just stopped yourself from giving away that you knew exactly who had long blonde hair and a way too calm grin on his face.

“Once we get the Skrill, we’ll dispose of him! And there are actually some really fun ways we could do that, like-“

You heard while Tuffnut was casually smacking his lips while eating, making eye contact with you but not acknowledging whether he was actually aware about where he was in that moment. Your mouth opened slightly, eyes squinting in a glare and giving him a little head shake in disappointment as Dagur clearly stopped the conversation due to Tuffnut’s smacking his lips.

“Sorry! I hate it when my mouth does that! Shut up Mouth! Shut up nose! They don’t like each other-“ You panicked and took a step forwards as Dagur pointed an axe at Tuffnut’s throat. Somehow he wasn’t that phased by it.

“Who are you?” Dagur cocked his head slightly as Tuffnut looked between him and the axe at his throat. Suspicion radiating off him as he moved his head closer to Tuffnut.

“Uh…Buffnut! Buffnut the Berserker, that’s me! Good old Buffnut.”

He had to be joking.

You continued to stare at this…whatever this was, while plans to escape kept running through your mind. Now you had someone else to work with, but it was also Tuffnut so escape would be harder than you thought. But at the same time, if he’s here then Ruffnut must be. And that means that they have Barf and Belch and hopefully the other dragon riders in tow.

Your train of thought was de-railed once again as Tuffnut started singing, Dagur looking slightly disgusted as he turned away and walked up to you. Alvin and his Outcasts had cleared out of the room, not bothering to deal with Dagur and the other distractions at this time.

“I let him keep his legs.” He told you, sounding like a child who was expecting to be patted on the head for doing a good deed. You gave a short “Mhmmm.” In reply, nodding your head as you tried to get your train of thought back, to no avail.

“Are you proud of me?” That definitely stopped you from formulating any escape attempt for a good while, the words making you turn to face Dagur. His expression was strange, not the usual terrifyingly wide smile. His eyes, while still wide, didn’t hold that unstableness they usually did, instead showing a neediness. He was acting like a love-struck puppy with how he was asking for your approval.

“Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah sure I am…” You went to turn back to Tuffnut to try and get away from this situation before Dagur forcefully grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him as he kissed you on the cheek. “Wha-“ you only managed before he’d already pulled away, nudging your chin with his knuckles.

“Are you really proud of me?” He asked again.

How much approval does one Viking need??

“Yes! Yes, Dagur, I am very proud of you.” You exclaimed, thinking it a bit too harsh until he pulled you into a quick but tight hug.

“Remember what I said earlier, stay put. I’ll be back in a bit.” He lifted your face to look directly at him and rubbed his thumb over your lips again as he’d done earlier that day. With that, after a rather uncomfortable second where he was just staring at your lips, he turned and walked out with one of his Berserkers to go and find Alvin.

You had to take a minute to calm down your racing heart before realising.

He’d left you with an opening!

“Tuffnut!” You whisper shouted after Dagur was out of earshot and most of the Berserkers were converging near the door.

“Tuffnut!” You gave a bit more aggression in your next whisper shout, finally drawing his attention. He didn’t exactly seem overwhelmed with joy to see you weren’t tied up or anything, but he still looked vaguely surprised to see you. “Oh hey Y/N-“ Your hand quickly clasped over his mouth.

“Is it just you?” You ask quickly. Tuffnut simply lifted an eyebrow. Gods you could not believe how thick the twins’ skulls were sometimes.

“Is it just you here, or are Hiccup and the others here too?” You growled, looking around quickly and moving your hand away from his mouth when you noticed one of the Berserkers glanced over at you. Hopefully he didn’t tell Dagur about you speaking to another man.

“Oh yeah, Hiccup and Ruffnut are here. Me and Ruffnut came to see what the Outcasts are doing with the Skrill and Hiccup just kind of-“

“The Skrill??” You gasped, quickly looking at the Berserker soldiers again to check whether they heard your small outburst. Tuffnut nodded.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to figure out where it is actually.” He replied to your outburst. You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face as you heard Dagur’s cackling laughter enter the arena again.

“Ok, if you see Hiccup again tell him I’m in the room furthest down the west corridor with no windows.” You told him, watching as Dagur spoke to his men sternly, taking quick glances at you while you tried to put on a neutral facial expression.

“And what if I don’t find Hiccup again…?” He began to ask before you growled at him, making him fling his hands up in a surrender gesture. “Ok! Ok, got it. Find Hiccup, tell him where you’re staying.”

You heard steps approaching you, turning just in time for Dagur to grip your waist for the 1454245^th time that day. Tuffnut held his arms up as Dagur eyed him up and down, his hand squeezing your waist. “I see you’ve met your future Chieftess. I’m glad she’s made a good first impression on you.” He regarded Tuffnut’s slightly frightened look.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at this. Instantly regretting your decision as Dagur was then spurred on to let out one of his more roaring laughs, pulling you away from ‘Buffnut’ while asking you about how funny you found his little joke.

Your eyes were trained to every slight movement in the sky, praying that Hiccup, Toothless and Ghostripper would soar down and take you back home. Things were already getting desperate with Dagur and the Outcasts. Dagur had actually killed Alvin with the Skrill and was now on his way towards Berk to bring down his wrath on them.

“We’re just about ready to take on Hiccup-“

“WHY WAIT!” You went to run to the side of the ship, Dagur stopping you suddenly and grabbing the nearest rope he could find. Surely, he wasn’t just going to leave you on the ship in the middle of the icy ocean.

“Hiccup!!” You shouted in distress as Dagur tied up your wrists and then tied you to the mast. “No! No, Dagur let me go!!” You struggled against the ropes as Hiccup circled. Dagur didn’t answer you, only nudging your chin with his knuckles as he walked off to the Skrill’s ropes.

“I thought we could settle this like Vikings! Just the two of us. But I’ll be needing my sister back first!” You couldn’t help but smile as you continued to struggle against the ropes. You were going to get out of this and go home to your brother and father safe and sound. But the sound that erupted from Dagur when Hiccup mentioned this made you re-think that, if only for a second. It sounded like Loki’s cackle to Hiccup, but to you it sounded slightly pained. Clearly seeing red, Dagur shoved Savage out of the way and towards you.

“If ANYTHING happens to her, I’ll have your head!” He didn’t have to say any more to Savage to scare the living daylights ot of him, the older Viking standing up and nodding quickly as he drew his sword and looked around for any other dragon riders.

“Keep dreaming, Hiccup! I do like these odds though, how about we see just who’s the better Dragon!” Dagur roared at your brother as both of them shot off over the nearby cliff, crackles and flashes of lightning and plasma erupting over it.

You heard the tell-tale noise of quiet claws moving over wood. Looking up, you saw nothing but felt eyes on you. You grinned in relief, gesturing towards your ropes. Savage luckily had his back to you, scanning the sky.

Ghostripper dripped acid on the rope tied around the mast. It hit the floor with a dull thud, prompting Savage to turn in question before your fist contacted his chin, sending him spinning to the floor, sword clattering on the wood.

You laughed heartily as Ghostripper wrapped himself around you, gurgling with happiness at having found you.

“I know, I missed you too, boy. Now let’s get out of here!” You stroked him down his neck and to his saddle quickly as you jumped on, bursting into the sky. What a relief it was to feel the wind on your face and through your braids again as Ghostripper got you as high up as you could.

The conflict clearly ended between Hiccup and Dagur quickly, because you saw your brother flying at top speed towards you with Toothless.

“Y/N! Thank Odin you’re alright! Get out of here, I’ll meet you at the iceberg!” Hiccup ordered you quickly as Toothless retreated with an enraged Skrill on his tail.

With the Skrill finally in the iceberg where it belonged, you dismounted Ghostripper on your home soil. Hiccup practically threw himself off Toothless, both of them sprinting over to you while the other riders landed. You ran to your brother, crashing into each other in a tight embrace.

“I-I-I’m so sorry, Y/N, I should have been more careful! It’s my fault he took you. Are you alright? Did he do anything??” Hiccup questioned, pulling away from you with his arms still secure around you.

“No, No I’m ok.” You told him with a smile as the others ran over, Astrid gripping you in a headlock and affectionately rubbing the top of your head as you gave a loud yell of annoyance.

“I knew you’d be too much for Dagur to handle!”  She let you go, speaking like she hadn’t been worried about you, yet she’d definitely panicked as much as if not more than Hiccup.

“Y/N!!!” Stoick roared as he, like your brother had done, sprinted over, and scooped you up into his arms. “Dad!” You squeaked, having the air squeezed out of you as the giant man held you to him.

“I’m so glad you’re safe, lass. If he’s even so much have touched you…” He growled, his fist curling into a ball in front of you, as you again tried to stop yourself from turning red.

“Oh yeahhhh, Dagur was pretty touchy with you wasn’t he,” Tuffnut of course had to cut in at the worst moment. You saw your father’s face scrunch into a scowl, just like yours did. You had to jump in quickly to stop him from instigating a war on the spot with the Berserkers.

“He didn’t do anything dad! It was just the same old stuff with him being clingy!” You quickly spoke, Ghostripper growling at just the thought. This would take a while to cool off. With no help from Tuffnut.

“D-Dagur, sir! The fleet has returned, b-but no sign of the Skrill, Dragon riders of Y-Y/N…” Savage managed out, his entire body rattled from the experience he had after Dagur returned to the boat and found him knocked out and you gone.

Dagur said nothing, gripping his knife and plunging it into a letter that one of his Berserker soldiers had shakily handed to him on his return. He stared at the same sentence over and over again.

‘I am hereby withdrawing your betrothal to Y/N.’

The words repeated in his head over and over again as your burned image in his head got further and further away. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t be without you anymore. How many more times did you have to be ripped away from him?? How many more times did he have to be humiliated by Hiccup and his pathetic Nightfury??

It had to end.

He felt something in him snap as he drew another knife, ramming it into the heart of the Nightfury drawing next to the letter.

His breaths turning to growls as his entire body shook with rage.

You would be his. You didn’t have a choice.

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After the eventful time you’d had being kidnapped by Dagur, catching a small boy named Gustav accidentally setting fire to the dragon arena, and then dealing with Snotlout having a fit thinking he was dying was a very much welcome bit of drama you had to deal with today.

Astrid just stood shaking her head at him as Snotlout paced, Gustav’s head moving along with him.

“Snotlout, you’re not dying!” Astrid gave an exasperated sigh at his behaviour.

“You don’t know that!! I’ve already seen 3 out of the 5 signposts of Valhalla!” Snotlout borderline sobbed back, Hookfang snorting.

“They’re just an old wives’ tale, besides they’re supposed to be for great warriors.” Hiccup reasoned to no avail, crossing his eyes as Snotlout continued his pacing.

“Then why have I seen the flying fish, weeping rock and singing tree?!” He shrieked as Gustav counted three on his fingers and showed them to you.

“Salmon spawning, wet rocks on the beach and a gust of wind. Honestly Snotlout, you’re going to be fine.” You had your try at reasoning with him, starting to get slightly annoyed at the stares Gustav was giving all of you without saying anything.

“Besides, you can’t just choose someone to replace you! It’s not that simple!” Fishlegs added, patting Meatlug on her side. You knew what the gesture meant, and you were sure Snotlout did too. The amount of time and effort you’d all put into being Dragon Riders to protect Berk wasn’t something you were easily able to pass on to someone else, especially not someone as young as Gustav.

“Well you wouldn’t let me go through with my other plan!” Snotlout interjected, huffing and crossing his arms as Hookfang snarled at him. “Don’t try me, mister!”

“No, I agree with Hookfang. Burying you with your dragon while he’s still alive is the worst idea you’ve ever come up with.” You told him, crossing your arms to mimic how he’d just done and receiving an appreciative gurgle from Hookfang in reply.

“Ay! You’d love to sacrifice yourself for your master, wouldn’t you Hookfang.” You couldn’t find the words to respond, simply looking at Astrid and slapping your hand to your forehead.

“Look, in theory you’ve only seen 3 of the 5.” Hiccup told him, before you gave an alarmed shout as a dead chicken dropped in front of Snotlout.

“Oh! Oh no!! It’s the 4^th Signpost, the bird of death!” Snotlout whined loudly, flinching away from it as if merely being near it would actually kill him.

“Oh my thor- it’s not a bird of death! It’s just a dead chicken!” Astrid exclaimed, gesturing to it as Hiccup inspected it closer.

“Not the same thing, right?” He asked, looking up at yourself and Fishlegs for your opinions. You both shook your heads obviously, but the twins being the twins, decided that it was indeed the bird of death! Which then sent Snotlout into another declaration of having to train Gustav as his replacement.

“Ugh, fine! We need to keep an eye on Outcast Island in case anything more suspicious happens there. Y/N I’d ask you to stay to keep an eye on both of them but…” Hiccup trailed off as your death glare heated a hole in his face.

“Yeah…Nevermind.”

After scouting out Outcast Island, you arrived back at the Dragon Academy to find Snotlout doing an incredibly bad job at training Gustav to ride Hookfang. The dragon looked sick to death and ready to tear his rider apart.

The 5^th signpost of Valhalla had ‘shown itself’ to Snotlout in the form of a flock of sheep running into the Dragon Academy while he was giving his ‘last farewell’ to everyone.

“The 5^th Signpost??” Astrid questioned, looking at you in shock.

Snotlout let out a scream of “Have lamb for dinner! Avenge my memory!” As he fainted from the number of sheep around him. You wanted to say you’d never seen something so ridiculous, but this was Snotlout you were talking about. Everyday something ridiculous happened to him.

After the afternoon of pretending to actually like the idea of a child joining the Dragon Riders to make Snotlout stop thinking he could replace himself with Gustav, your father marched into the Academy grounds. He sighed at Snotlout chasing the twins.

Turns out, the whole ‘5 Signposts of Valhalla’ thing had just been a huge prank they’d played on him.

“What’s up, dad?” You asked him, patting Ghostripper on the head as your father approached, looking worried.

“Trader Johann just got back into the Docks, he said he overheard Dagur talking about plans for a new weapon.” He explained as your face also turned into one of worry, Ghostripper growling lowly at the mention of Dagur’s name.

“I’ll take some Dragon Riders and check it out tonight, hopefully if there is anything we can take care of it before he fully builds it.” Hiccup nodded to Stoick, who gave a slightly relieved nod of reply.

“Just don’t engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. I don’t like to think of what could happen if Dagur got hold of one of you after the issue with the Skrill.” Your father looked at you primarily.

“Well, I’m going.” You simply replied, crossing your arms as Ghostripper gurgled in agreement.  “Ghostripper’s the only dragon who can fully camouflage himself, so he might be able to get us a closer look.” You reasoned with both your father and brother now.

“I mean to be fair dad, Y/N did fight off Savage by herself and escape Outcast Island unharmed. You should be fine.” Thankfully, your brother had more faith in you than Stoick did.

Stoick went quiet for a few seconds, rubbing his hand on his chin before sighing and finally agreeing for you to go too.

“Ok…” Hiccup began, looking through his spy glass down at the Berserkers that were gathering below you.

“What’s our diversion?” He asked, taking his eye away from the spy glass and looking at you, Astrid and a not dead Snotlout. You were quick to grin and jump to Ghostripper.

“Allow me!” You didn’t allow Hiccup to stop you before you were in the skies flying over the Berserker soldiers.

“Yoohoo! Over here!” You called in a mocking, sing-song fashion to a sleeping Berserker who was rudely awoken by your calls. He jumped up, grabbing his sword before running after you, shouting for back up as Ghostripper flew over the hills.

“So much for a covert operation…” Hiccup grumbled at the sight of you flying away being chased by half a dozen Berserkers.

Unfortunately, Dagur was alerted by hearing that unmistakable voice of yours and sprinted around the corner just as the men chasing you passed.

“What’s going on?! Where is she?!” He didn’t even have to ask your name now; all of his men knew exactly who you were just by his demeanour alone. And also, the weeks on end they’d had to endure hearing about you from him.

“She’s headed west, Dagur!” The same wide grin he wore whenever your face came to mind spread across his face as he began running with his men in the direction you’d flown off in, allowing Hiccup and the others to sneak down and see what was going on.

“Oops!” You laughed as you accidentally lead a few Berserkers off a cliff, Ghostripper spraying his acid at them to make them jump into the icy ocean below. Luckily, they survived, but did not look happy at all.

“No wonder Dagur wants her for a wife, the girl’s rutheless.” One of them spluttered as he began swimming for land.

You spotted Dagur running from the trees to the clearing of the cliff, just spotting his crossbow as Ghostripper flew back over the tree lining. That was close one. One wrong move and you’d have been in the ocean with an arrow either in your side or Ghostripper’s side.

You spoke too soon however, flaming arrows coming towards your direction as you heard the distinctive roar of laughter by Dagur as he lunged through the trees to your location. Ghostripper firing his acid at multiple arrows and you holding on as he dodged them.

"It was a trap?!” You shrieked, being almost blown out of the way as a Monstrous Nightmare soared past with a small boy dangling from his neck. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” You burst out, “Come on boy, he’s gonna get himself killed.” You sighed, Ghostripper flying after Gustav and his dragon.

“Evasive manoeuvres!” Gustav commanded before they were immediately caught in a net and taken down.

Catching up with the others, now on their dragons, you gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, that solves the Gustav problem! Anyone up for a lamb dinner on the way back?” Snotlout asked, earning a disapproving look from you before Fanghook set himself on fire, burning through the netting with ease and picking up Gustav.

Without noticing, Dagur punched one of his soldiers off a net launcher, aiming it at you and firing it before Hiccup had the chance to push you out of the way.

“Y/N!!” He shouted as you fell to the ground, shaking the heavy net off with ease but struggling to pull it off Ghostripper. Dagur approached, gripping his axe and smirking at the sight of you using all your strength to move the steel balls holding the net down. Ghostripper snarled, causing you to turn around and stand up between your dragon and Dagur.

Toothless went to fire a plasma blast at him, but Hiccup stopped him. You were directly in the line of fire.

Ghostripper was slowly and stealthily making acid to burn through the nets as Dagur approached.

“Move away from the dragon, my love. I don’t want to hurt you.” He breathed heavily, not taking his eyes off you for a second.  You glared at him, only making him grin wider and give a small, dry chuckle.

Suddenly, flames erupted around you. Ghostripper took this as the opportunity to throw the ropes off him and growl at Dagur, leaping to your side. Dagur immediately laughed and picked up one of the steel balls, throwing it at Ghostripper who dodged out of the way.

“Y/N! You know you won’t be able to deny how you feel about me for much longer! You know I’m the only one who can truly protect you. Just let me get rid of-“

Enough was enough.

You marched forwards with no warning.

“Shut up!!!” You shouted, Dagur not knowing what you were about to do before you gripped his collar, slamming your lips into his. Your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as your lips made contact, before seizing the moment he’d been caught off guard and using all of your strength to throw him to the ground.

You threw yourself on Ghostripper, his wings spreading and sending you high into the air after your brother and the others. You didn’t have to look back to see the look on Dagur’s face, as well as hear the cackle that came after you.

Safely back on Berk, the sun was beginning to rise. You dismounted Ghostripper and yawned.

“So there was no secret weapon?” Astrid asked Hiccup, who was walking with you back towards the village centre.

“Nope, it was all just a trap to try and catch us and play lip lock with Y/N…” He replied, your entire face exploding in red.

“You saw that?!” You exclaimed, wishing you could just disappear out of embarrassment.

“Yeah, pretty funny how the only way to get him to shut up is by doing something I never thought you’d do!” Your brother laughed along with the others as you covered your face and gave an aggravated groan.

How were you going to explain this to your father?

How were you going to explain this to yourself for that matter? You’d tried and tried to convince yourself that you hated Dagur, hated everything he stood for. But since all of this stuff with him and the Outcasts, despite everything you’d been through you couldn’t stop the spark that ignited in your stomach when you’d both kissed.

Something big was coming, you could feel it. You had to get your feelings figured out by then, or it could lead to disaster.

Chapter Text

“Retreat!”

Ghostripper melted an oncoming boulder with ease, before turning away from the catapults as Gobber stopped loading boulders into it. Considering Berserkers used boulders and arrows in the majority of their attacks, it was a very good suggestion of Astrid’s to train using similar weapons to theirs in a fake ambush.

So, here you were. Another boulder about to be fired at you before Snotlout and Hookfang shot past you, the shock from how fast they were going and almost being smacked in the face by Hookfang’s tail made it harder to dodge the boulder that was forced from the catapult when flames engulfed it.

“Woah! SNOTLOUT!! What’re you doing?!” You shrieked at him, going to berate him some more before hearing Astrid scream. Instinctively, Ghostripper turned at your surprised yell and sped towards Astrid, who was now falling at an alarming speed.

“Faster Ghostripper, FASTER!!!” You shouted in fear as Astrid kept colliding with tree branches. At the last second, Hiccup and Toothless caught her. You gave a large sigh of relief as your dragons landed in sync, setting Astrid down.

After your initial panic and having to calm an incredibly worried Stormfly down, you turned your anger on Snotlout who was gloating. Storming up to him, you smacked him upside the head with enough force to knock off his helmet. Hookfang gave an aggressive snort-growl at you, but quickly backed down at the glare you gave him. “You almost got Astrid killed!!!” You exclaimed, Snotlout recoiling at your voice but not seeming to care too much.

“She’s fine!” You almost punched him before Astrid launched herself at him first, Hiccup just barely holding her back. Snotlout once again recoiled, but with more fear in his face than last time.

“I’m gonna ram his helmet up his dirty little-“

“Ok! Maybe not that far!” Hiccup announced, letting her go as she continued to glare at Snotlout.

“Enough is enough, Snotlout. You’ve been way too dangerous with Hookfang since we started fighting with the Berserkers.”

Snotlout rebuffed your brother’s stern words “Yeah? What’re you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that until further notice, you are suspended from the dragon academy.”

You had to admit, you didn’t think your brother had it in him to be this angry or commanding with any of you. But he’d just proven you wrong.

Dagur stared at the approaching isle of Berk. After your last escape from him, but clear show that you had affections for him, he’d gone slightly off the deep end. Well, let’s be honest, he wasn’t too far from the deep end to begin with. But the continued absence from you, coupled with the repeated humiliation he’d faced at the hands of Hiccup, had taken a toll on him.

He’d spent the previous morning screaming at his Berserkers and Outcasts if they so much as glanced at him. So, Savage very shakily suggested just going to Berk and getting rid of the dragons from the inside. He liked that idea.

“Sir, Berk is approaching fast. Should we disembark in a smaller ship?” Savage asked. Dagur whipped around to look at him, angry that he’d been distracted from his thoughts of you.

“I can see that! No, we’ll board along the caves on the other side of the island.”

Savage steered out of the way of the sight of Berk Village.

Dagur sneered.

“What’s with all the noise?” You asked, yourself, Hiccup and Stoick walking towards the village centre. The entire village had gathered around Hookfang and were seemingly cheering about something.

“Oh, it’s just Snotlout- ALVIN!?” You shrieked as you pushed to the front of the crowd and jumped while grabbing Hiccup at the sight of the familiar Outcast leader.

Hiccup and Stoick glared at him as he dropped Snotlout to the floor, said Viking boy slurring something about “I caught him! Look, look I caught him!” Before passing out again.

In all the commotion, Alvin was dragged, bound, into the Great Hall for your father to pass judgement on what was going to happen to him. You had to wonder how he’d escaped the Skrill, considering what Dagur had said he’d done to him.

“Alvin the Treacherous, you will be remanded to our jail until a proper sentence can be handed down.” Stoick boomed, his eyes gleaming with anger at his old friend and the man who had helped keep you captive on Outcast Island.

“Is this how you treat a man who saved a valuable life? Not to mention protected your daughter from Dagur’s…derangedness…?” Alvin asked carefully, clearly trying to make out that he did anything to help you with the Dagur situation. If anything, he was more wary of Dagur than you were considering he was almost killed by the Skrill at Dagur’s hand.

You rolled your eyes, glancing at Hiccup and then at your father. His stern eyes burned into yours before turning back to Alvin.

“I know you, Alvin. You did this for yourself! Not the boy, or Y/N.”

Alvin feigned offence, not moved by Stoick’s insult. He was, of course, called Alvin the Treacherous for a reason.

“What would I have to gain by coming here?”

Your brother piped up.

“He’s got a point, dad. I mean I doubt he’d come here alone without expecting to have at least a dozen axes thrown at him…” Alvin cheered up considerably from this.

“See! He gets it, I’m doing this for us both Stoick! I have a proposition.” His voice grew darker and much more mischievous when he spoke about having a proposition. Clearly this wasn’t his first rodeo bargaining with a Viking Chief. Your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity as you leaned in closer to hear what it was.

Before your father quickly shut it down.

“Not interested. That’s it! Everyone, go home.” He announced, making you jump from how close in proximity you’d got to him.

Just as you’d all got up to start leaving, Fishlegs and Astrid sprinted in. Well, Astrid sprinting and Fishlegs trying to keep up with her as much as he could.

“Snotlout’s just woken up, and we have much bigger things to worry about than Alvin right now!” Fishlelgs shivered as they made it to you and Hiccup.

“It’s the Screaming Death. And it’s closing in on Berk!” He explained, panic filling his voice and making is shaky as yourself and your brother looked at each other. Hiccup sighed, motioning for all of you to follow him.

“Just great...”

You sat on Ghostripper, making sure his saddle was tight enough to the point that it was both comfortable and sturdy enough to hold you for the future battle with the Screaming Death. Testing it out was quickly covered as Hookfang swooped into the Academy, almost sending you and Ghostripper flying into the wall.

“SNOTLOUT!!!” You shouted, steadying yourself as Ghostripper landed. Hiccup had already taken notice as he stormed over.

“See this, THIS is why you’re grounded!” He said, taking Hookfang back into his pen.

“You can’t do this Hiccup! You can’t take my dragon!” Snotlout walked quickly after your brother, ultimately unabe to do anything but watch as his dragon looked sadly at him as the doors closed.

You looked from him to Snotlout, offering him a slightly apologetic look as he stormed out.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the rest of you, Dagur was grinning ear to ear as he watched you through a spy glass. He watched the smaller, angrier Viking walk away from you and Hiccup before quickly turning it back to you.

“Has her hair gotten longer since the last time I saw her? Remind me to take a few locks again for myself. And some of her undergarments…” He spoke to Savage, who promptly grimaced.

“Is the dragon root ready?” Savage was pulled back from his disgusted expression to state that yes, the dragon root was indeed ready. And no, he’d not been looking disgusted at Dagur, he’d just been excited to get rid of the dragons.

Dagur eyed him up with a frown before going back to staring at you.

“We wait until night fall. Then we plant the dragon root, destroy Hiccup and his little dragon dunderheads, and finally claim my queen and my Nightfury skull!” He gave a small, excited cackle before going back to watching you.

You awoke with a start, throwing yourself off the bed and pulling your clothes on in a panic at the sound of the warning signal and Hiccup screaming. You grabbed your shield, tying it with shaky hands to your back and grabbing a sword before running down the stairs.

Hiccup and Toothless were running out of the door as you shouted to them to wait.

“The one day I don’t bring Ghostripper home with me!” You shrieked, jumping on Toothless behind your brother and gripping his torso as Toothless shot towards the Academy.

As Toothless glided over the chain top of the Academy, you looked as closely as you could at the battling dragons and their panicked riders below.

“Is that dragon root?! How did that get into the Academy?!” You announced loudly, the wind whistling in your ears and dragon roars booming in the night air.

Flying carefully in, Toothless let you dismount him as you stepped towards the Academy doors. “I’ll take care of things down here; you figure out what’s going on and how the dragon root got inside there in the first place!” You told Hiccup, both nodding at each other as he flew away. Just as you turned the corner to enter the Academy, two Berserker soldiers shut the doors.

“Open that door, right now!!” You shouted, Toothless instantly landing again next to you and growling in agreement with your earlier statement.

“Open that door or-“ Hiccup began, Toothless readying his plasma blast as you looked for any other way to get into the Academy that didn’t involve you jumping into a pit of frenzied dragons.

“Or what?”

Of course, it was him. You turned behind you and gripped your sword tighter as you saw Dagur along with Berserkers and Outcasts armed with crossbows pointed at Hiccup and Toothless.

“Oh Thor, Dagur what do you want?” Hiccup asked, sounding both exasperated and angry at the appearance of the incredibly persistent Berserker Chief. Toothless growled again, stepping in front of you a little. You’d feel a whole lot safer if your own dragon wasn’t rabid off dragon root right now, but you appreciated the sentiment from Toothless.

“What I’ve always wanted. Y/N, and the Nightfury. Hand them over and we’ll leave peacefully!” He lifted his axe and swung it to hold in both hands, cocking his head as Hiccup glanced at you and gripped the saddle harder on Toothless.

“Hiccup-“ You began. Despite being a very bad loser, you knew when to admit defeat. It would be better to spend a few days with Dagur and risk getting married than for your dragons to rip themselves and your friends apart.

“No. I am not losing you too.” Hiccup whispered back fiercely, not taking his eyes off Dagur.

“So, what will you choose? Your dragon and sister? Or your friends’ lives? Oh, Isn’t this EXCITING!!” Dagur cackled, revelling in watching the torment on Hiccup’s face as he watched Astrid, Fishlegs and the twins fight for their lives.

“Hiccup, please. Let me go with him and try to work something-“

“THE ANSWER IS! We run you through and open the door ourselves!!!” You were cut off by Stoick and the rest of Berk charging towards the Berserkers, colliding with the unsuspecting group with a viciousness you hadn’t seen since you’d stopped fighting dragons.

“Dad!” You let out a relief filled shout as your shield blocked arrows sent towards you.

“I already lost your mother; I am not losing you as well!” He told you, a firm and protective grip on your forearm as he quickly led you away to Gobber before smashing his way through the Berserkers and towards Dagur.

“Alright lass, let’s see if you’ve still got that combat training in you!” Gobber announced, flailing an axe and his hook as Berserkers and Outcasts charged at you.

“You kidding? Gobber, I’m offended you thought I’d ever forget!” You prodded back at Gobber, scanning the crowd while fighting off opponents left and right.

You couldn’t see where Dagur was and felt instantly more on edge as you knocked another Berserker out before feeling a pain on the back of your head and blacking out, only hearing Gobber shout your name as he was pinned back by merciless Outcasts.

Fishlegs ran from the arena, knocking out Stoick in the process. Dagur scanned over the crowd, rage filling him as Berkians were overtaking his men at an alarming rate.

“I am NOT leaving here empty handed!!” He growled, noticing Stoick on the floor as one of his men ran up to him with you in his arms.

“Give her to me!! Give her to me now! And grab the Chief. We can work with this!” He chuckled, grabbing you forcefully from his soldier’s arms and running away from the combat.

“Hiccup!!!” Gobber yelled for the boy as the fighting came to a quick end. Hiccup and Toothless came away from the Academy gate, instantly being met with you unconscious in Dagur’s arms and your father stood tied up with swords to his throat.

“Dad! Y/N!!” He cried, glaring at Dagur as Toothless readied another plasma blast. Ghostripper peered around the side of the wall at the sight, growing and changing his colours to match with the ground, crawling out slowly to watch what unfolded.

“Nobody move!” Dagur announced, a prideful grin on his face as he gripped you to him tighter.

“We’ll be taking our leave now! And if I see anyone following us, dragon rider or not, you’re gonna have to start looking for a new Chief!” He threatened, giving a final victorious cackle before quickly carrying you to the ship. Stoick watched you worriedly as you continued to sleep.

“Looks like I got what was promised to me anyway, huh Stoick? So much for your little letter.” Dagur spat out at your father, Stoick not replying but his fists clenching tighter and teeth gritting together.

“Well, at least you’ll be present for our wedding.”

Chapter Text

Your eyes blinked heavily as you emerged from sleep. You tried to remember what had happened before you were knocked out, flinching as your hand instinctively went to the back of your head to feel a slight bump where you’d been hit.

Instead, you feel your hair had been let down from the braids it was originally in only to be replaced with a simple braid going from either side of your head and tied at the back. You recognised this style from seeing other brides back on Berk. Oh no.

Looking down at your clothes, you were in a simple white dress. Double oh no.

A knock from the door sounded, you quickly sprang to your feet in panic as it opened to reveal Savage.

“It’s time, my lady.” He said, holding out his hand to you as you stared at him in horror.

“For…for what?” You already knew what he meant, but you might as well try to buy as much time as you could.

“Your wedding, my lady.” Savage repeated, the room spinning and swirling around you as you felt your breathing pick up before falling backwards and into a bright light.

You jolted awake, gasping for breath, and looking around in a panic. You were on a ship. More specifically, you were on Dagur’s lap on a ship.

“You’re awake! I would’ve woken you up sooner, but you looked so cute when you were dreaming!” Dagur purred. He was sat on a barrel by the side of the ship, one arm resting against it and the other holding you up.

You would’ve pushed yourself off him had it not been for your hands being tied up. No doubt he’d just grip them and pull you back into him if you tried that.

There was a rope tied up against the mast, which you realised your father must be sat down, tied to around the other side.

Dagur stroked your hair, twirling a certain strand of it that he was heavily debating cutting

off. You looked at this and then at Dagur. You tried to keep the blush down that you could feel coming, but to no avail. Dagur simple began laughing and his arm gripped you closer to him.

You could feel eyes on you. Ones that weren’t Dagur’s. Maybe one of his men was secretly managing to keep their eyes on you without the feral Chief noticing.

“Y/N! Are you alright!?” Stoick called to you, Berserkers glaring at him as well as Dagur when he spoke up.

“Yeah dad, I’m fine! Are you ok??” You answered, not fearing the dark look Dagur was growing as your attention was taken off him.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m alright.” Your father’s voice was full of relief as Dagur picked you up, standing and setting you down on the barrel as he stalked over to Stoick.

“You want my boot in your mouth? Shut up and stay quiet until after the ceremony.” He spat at your father, earning himself a cold glare from you as he walked back.

“What…what ceremony?” You asked, your glare not faltering for a second as you questioned him. He simply made sure your restraints were tight enough before holding both of your hands in his.

“Our wedding ceremony, my love!” He told you, gaze burning into yours as your expression turned from one of anger to one of shock. You couldn’t find the words to answer him before he ranted on.

“I mean, you did turn 16 a few months ago, right?”

Oh Thor. In the midst of the fighting and everything going on, you’d forgotten that your simple little birthday celebration a few months ago had actually been your 16^th.

“Of course Outcast Island isn’t the most ideal place for it, but our fathers both promised that-“

“Dagur, I called that off! I know you received the letter-“

“SHUT. UP!!!” Dagur almost pushed you overboard as he marched over to Stoick, slamming his hand into the mast above his head and glowering down at him.

“Dagur!” You yelled in surprise while you regained your balance.

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, old man. Y/N and I have been destined to be married, practically since we were born. You trying to get in the way of that isn’t going to cut it.” Dagur growled, reaching to hold his sword and his breathing unusually steady.

“DAGUR!!!” You stumbled forwards as Dagur rammed his sword forwards, hearing a sickening crunch.

You gasped in horror, slowly walking round to see Dagur stood still holding his sword. That he’d plunged into the mast right next to your father’s head. Tears were threatening to spill from relief and fright.

“If you get in the way again, I’ll make sure I hit my target.” A shiver ran up your spine as Dagur let go of his grip on the sword, slowly standing up and turning to you. You didn’t dare say anything, taking a step away from him as he quickly walked over to you.

“We’re almost there, baby. Just a few more hours and you’ll be all mine.”

Hiccup looked around his home. The shields on the walls, fire place, large chair and dining table all where him, you and your father had all sat, talked and laughed together at one point or another. He swallowed thickly, willing himself to hold back the heavy feeling in the back of his throat and the tears that wanted to come.

Not yet, anyway. “There’ll be a time for that, but right now you need to focus on doing all you can to find Y/N and dad.” He told himself quietly, rubbing his face in his hands and sighing heavily as Gobber walked in.

“Are you doing alright, lad?” He asked, Toothless giving a sympathetic mewl as Gobber patted his head.

“I mean…?” Hiccup trailed off, gesturing to the empty room and Stoick’s axe as he picked it up.

“Right, sorry…” Gobber nodded in acknowledgement, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at Toothless to try and find something to say.

“You know, being a Chief has never been easy. Why I remember when Stoick first became Chief, he was like a new-born Yak trying to find his feet!”  Gobber laughed, scooping a fish out of a bowl and throwing it to Toothless, who gurgled in thanks.

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” Hiccup gave a small, dry laugh. Gobber perked up slightly at this.

"No, seriously! There were plenty of people who didn’t think he was up to the challenge, even Alvin. But he pulled through anyway.”

Hiccup listened to Gobber as he took a seat in Stoick’s large chair, where he’d always sit with the two of you when you were just toddlers, telling you stories about all that would come to mind. Though, admittedly, the subject of his early days of Chief duties didn’t particularly come up much.

“They were best friends, you know.” Gobber spoke up again after Hiccup let the room go to silence. The boy promptly looked up at him in question.

“Who?”

“Alvin and Stoick. Oh yeah, inseparable from birth those two.”

Hiccup pulled a puzzled look, leaning forwards on the chair and propping his elbows on his legs to look at Gobber.

“What changed?” Gobber gave a sigh and looked to the floor.

“Everything.”

Without a moment to reply, Fishlegs burst through the door.

“It’s the Screaming Death! It’s getting closer!! I’ve just seen it off Dragon Island!” He panted, leaning against the door frame as Hiccup and Toothless ran outside to scan the Horizon. Fishlegs pulled himself off the frame to quickly jog after them.

“Ok, that it not good.” He placed a hand over his mouth, trying to think of something quickly before Astrid landed with Stormfly, a large piece of paper rolled up around an arrow in her hand.

“Hiccup! This just came from Dagur.” She quickly marched over, handing the letter to him.

“It’s an ultimatum.” She noted, glancing to the arrow the letter was tied around. No doubt it had been fired at her from a lone Berserker ship while on patrol.

Hiccup opened it, reading the words carefully.

My dearest brother, hiccup.

I’ll cut straight to the chase. Y/N and I are to be married by the next sunset.

As a wedding gift, I want your dragon!

 If not, you can expect to have Stoick’s head delivered by me personally on the next sunrise.

Dagur.

“What does it say?” Astrid asked, noticing Hiccup’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes grow wider as he read the short but still threatening letter. “It says to hand over Toothless by sunset. If not, my father…” Hiccup glowered at the letter, scrunching it up and snapping the arrow in half before throwing them on the floor.

“What about Y/N?” Astrid asked quickly, feeling even more worry at the absence of your name being mentioned.

“Dagur’s…Dagur’s going to force her to marry him.” Hiccup breathed, all of the brotherly protectiveness in him screaming at him to just jump on Toothless now and take off to Outcast island to get you back. No way was he letting you get married to the psychopath who was threatening to kill your father.

Walking through the familiar hallways of Outcast island with Dagur, who had an iron grip on your wrist, you decided to try and get through to him with some reason. Surely, he had to listen to you. If he was your “future husband”, he’d have to listen to your opinion on this, right?

You cleared your throat slightly, gaining his attention immediately.

“Is something wrong? Do you need a drink? Is the rope too tight?” He asked, almost stumbling over his words as he had a slight panic over whether you were alright. It was slightly endearing, clearly the Berserker Chief was more nervous for your wedding than you thought.

“Um…No. I just…” You trailed off, trying to find the words to express yourself as Dagur watched you.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” You forced out, instantly expecting a huge reaction of screaming, shouting and a stronger grip on your wrist. Instead, his thumb rubbed your wrist as he looked away from you.

“Of course, I do. Your father and brother disrespected me. They humiliated me in the eyes of my people and my…father. In the grand scheme of things, this is merciful compared to what I wanted to do.” He told you, his voice strangely calm and not as loud as it usually was.

“But…I would’ve…” You had to motivate yourself to bring the next sentence out of your mouth. You hated having to admit your feelings when your father and brother were in danger, but if it worked to save them then so be it.

“I would’ve married you in the first place. If you hadn’t reacted about the dragons in the way you had, or tried to kill my family multiple times, I would’ve still gone ahead with the wedding.” You said, finding it worrying how easily confessing to him rolled off your tongue.

Dagur stopped walking, almost pulling you over. He stood staring at the floor and then at you. You stared back. His wide, green eyes full of an emotion you’d barely seen in the past few years on him. Sadness.

 And then it all made sense.

Here was this clearly stressed out, probably scared boy in front of you. Way too young to have taken on the status of Chief duties and only just coming out of his teenage years. No wonder he’d turned out this way over the past few months, he’d had no support from anyone. Not that they probably knew how to, with Oswald gone…

You didn’t try to force down the blush that rose or stop your heart from beating faster than it normally would. Standing in front of you was someone who had become such a product of his environment, having to prove himself to be strong enough to be the Berserker Chief, that he let his own affections for you go completely into overdrive and cloud his judgement.

“You…You would’ve…” He shook himself out of his trance, glancing around to see if any of his men were coming.

“Dagur, I’ve not been your biggest fan in the past few months, but when we were kids you were so sweet to me. Of course, I would’ve married you. Dragons don’t change that.” You explained further. Somehow, you’d left him absolutely speechless for once. No howling laughter or growls or throwing weapons about in a Dagur tantrum. He just stared at the floor.

It was starting to scare you before he pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his arms around you in a strong hold. That much told you how much weight he had on his shoulders.

You rested your head against his shoulder, before feeling that familiar shuddery laughter erupt from him. You jumped as he picked you up and spun you around. This was not the reaction you’d been expecting.

“You love me!!! I knew you did! I knew it!!” He cackled, picking you up against his chest and grinning up at you with that same wide, dark grin he had when he first saw you on the docks all those months ago. Yeah, this was absolutely not the reaction you’d been expecting.

As his cackling died down, he set you back on the floor and marched you to your room.

“We don’t have time to get you fully dressed up unfortunately, but I found a dress that’ll make you look like one of the aesir themselves!” He exclaimed as he pushed you into the room with affectionate force.

“W-Wait, Dagur what about my dad?!” You asked, turning back to him as he whipped a knife out, cutting the rope binding your hands and tossing it to the side.

“Oh him? Well…that’s Hiccup’s decision really. But don’t you worry about it, my love.” He nudged your chin affectionately before pulling the door closed with an excited giggle.

You stood there, wondering how your ‘reasoning’ had actually probably made this entire situation worse.

A few hours had passed. The small window in your room made it clear that the sun was just beginning to set. Dread filled you. If Hiccup didn’t show up soon to stop it, you’d be married to Berk’s worst enemy. You heard the lock flick back on the door, being opened by a Berserker soldier.

“It’s time, ma’am.” You’d never been called ma’am before.

You breathed heavily, taking one last glance at the horizon as it began to turn pink before turning to the soldier and walking out of the door.

As you were approaching the Outcast’s arena, you heard the sounds of metal colliding. You looked at the Berserker soldier in front of you and then broke into a full pelt sprint to see what was going on. You felt hope for the first time in a long while as you heard “Toothless look out!!!”

It was your brother.

“Hiccup!!” You shouted for him as you turned into the arena, only to be faced with Toothless in a cage and Hiccup surrounded by Berserkers. Dagur approached the cage, his sword in hand and he chuckled darkly. Toothless growled at him, eyeing you up as you quickly marched over. His pupils dilated at the sight of you before turning back to slits as Dagur banged on the side of the cage.

“Dagur!” “

“Don’t touch him!”

Yourself and your brother shouted at him, before Hiccup noticed the dress.

“Oh Thor, Y/N, I am so sorry I didn’t get here sooner!” He called to you, watching you move about in the white dress as your hair was free and getting blown into your face by the wind.

“Not to fret, my sweet. As soon as the dragon’s mine, we can start the ceremony!” Dagur purred to you, gripping your waist affectionately and pulling you closer to look at Toothless.

“Speaking of which…I don’t remember seeing your stupid little Changewing on Berk…” Dagur rubbed his chin as he tried to think of when he’d last seen Ghostripper. Come to think of it, you had been praying that he’d stayed on Berk, safe with the other dragons.

A quiet, but unmistakeable gurgle from on top of Toothless’ cage made it very evident that Ghostripper had been there with you the entire time.

You gave a gasp as Dagur leaped on top of you, Ghostripper finally revealing himself as he spat acid at Dagur in anger.

“Stupid Changewing, getting in the way! I’ll just have to finish you off myself!” Dagur growled, pushing himself off you and readying his sword before Ghostripper took off flying to the top of the arena. Dagur ran to where he was flying.

“Men! Ready your arrows! I want it brought down alive!” He commanded, ignoring your protests as you stood up and launched yourself towards him. That was, before the ground started shaking.

The floor cracked open in front of you as you heard your father and brother shout your name in alarm.

“Don’t tell me!” Stoick exclaimed, watching more and more cracks form in the floor before Whispering Deaths burst out from underneath you. You ran towards him, picking up a spear and cutting his bindings as Hiccup managed to get away from the now panicking bunch of Berserkers. 

“Please tell me this is some sort of plan!?” You asked him when he reached you, trying to steady yourself as the earthquakes grew.

Suddenly, Alvin and Mildew dropped from one of the Screaming Deaths. Alvin threw Stoick a sword before nodding to him as Berserkers approached, easily fighting them off in a two Viking army.

You went to charge forwards to where Ghostripper was, being stopped by your dress. You took a handful of the material and ripped it just above your knees before sprinting for your dragon, calling out to him as he struggled to stay in the air from almost crashing into the arena bars.

“Ghostripper!! Here boy!!” You shouted, being picked up and placed on his back. As you hovered for a second, you patted his neck.

“I knew you’d come rescue me.” You grinned affectionately as he gave you the best dragony smile he could muster before spraying acid at a group of Berserkers below you.

“Y/N!!! Get down here!!!” Dagur shrieked at you, waving his sword to put emphasis on the ‘down’ part.

Unfortunately, he was the only one going down. The floor of the arena caved in, sending Dagur, Toothlless and many other Berserkers falling down into a much lower cave.

“Ghostripper! Grab dad!” You called, swooping down to quickly pick up your father before placing him on one of the higher up, more stable parts of the arena floor.

“Where’s Hiccup??” He asked you, surveying the chaos and trying to find the one footed Viking.

“I don’t- I don’t…There!!” You exclaimed, pointing as Ghostripper shot towards Hiccup, who was dangling from some iron bars that had fallen in as the arena ground crumbled around him.

“Y/N! Wait! Get to safety! There’s another step to the plan that hasn’t shown up yet!” He called, letting go of the bars and dropping into the chasm.

You let out a scream of shock, before giving an over exhaggerated sigh of relief when Toothless caught him.

Just as Ghostripper reached the top of the cave-in, Astrid and the others arrived on their dragons.

“Y/N! You’re alright!” Astrid gave a relief filled laugh, before herself and the twins noticed the ripped wedding dress.

“Oh…Well for the most part?” Ruffnut asked, making a short joke out of this awful situation that you actually gave a small laugh to.

“We can talk about it later! For now, let’s try and keep this place under as much control as we can!” You told her with a smile, relieved to be seeing the familiar faces of your friends.

Hiccup and Toothless flew above you as Ghostripper managed to stay out of the way of flying debris and rocks. “Hiccup! What’s the plan?!” You asked him, looking in all directions for any idea of what to do next. The arena was collapsing, and the only way out would be through the hole that one of the Whispering Deaths had made in the top.

“Come up and see!” He answered, prompting you to fly Ghostripper to pick up your father, sitting him behind you, before flying out into the open air. Ghostripper shot a few acid sprays to loosen up the bars and make the hole bigger for everyone to fit out of.

The sight you were met with, however, was possibly worse than having to deal with Dagur or any of his Berserker men.

The huge, white and red Screaming Death was barrelling towards the island with Fishlegs screaming and leading it. It’s giant maw full of teeth barely inches away from Meatlug’s tail as Fishlegs let out an even higher pitched scream.

“The Screaming Death?!” You screamed at your brother, eyes wide in alarm at the approaching beast.

“It may be the only way we have to get rid of it! I’ve seen its mother, it’s been destroying islands searching for her!” Hiccup explained hastily, both you and your father going pale at the thought of such a demonic dragon actually having a mother.

Another, smaller, Whispering Death flew up. It saw the Screaming Death and let out a small roar.

“Ok, they’ve seen each other! Let’s get them out of here!” Hiccup commanded to Fishlegs, who dropped the Dragon Root he’d been leading the Screaming Death with into the sea.

You watched carefully as Meatlug propelled herself and Fishlegs over to you. You held up an affectionate hand to Fishlegs and patted him on the back as Meatlug hovered next to you.

“Well done, Fishlegs!” You commended him, earning a small, breathless smile from the heavily sweating Viking.

“Thanks, Y/N…Nice dress!” He nodded. You gave a small laugh before turning to look back at the Whispering Death mother, who began flying up towards her ‘child’. However, her ropes were yanked back as Dagur held them strong, glaring up at your small group of dragon riders.

“Dagur no!! Let her go!!!” You shouted to him, immediately sick of how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted.

“You’ll destroy us all!!” Hiccup joined you in berating him, Toothless and Ghostripper too snarling at him.

“Why would I do that?! Hello! I’m deranged!!!” He cackled, pulling harder on the ropes as he used the dragon to pull himself up out of the chasm back into the floor of the arena. You shook your head in disbelief, trying to catch his eye. He was giving Hiccup and un-ending death glare and almost refusing to even turn to look at you.

“I mean, can’t argue with that logic, right?” Tuffnut piped up.

“Tuffnut, not the time!” You screamed, continuing to try and make eye contact with Dagur. If you could just get a few well-placed words in, he might just let the Whispering Death go.

“Now, I might be interested in a trade!” His wide grin returned, finally turning to you. Before you could reply with anything however, a very familiarly huge dragon with a similarly big-mouthed Viking shot past you, screaming “NEVER RETREAT, NEVER SURRENDER!!!”

A ball of fire flew towards the Whispering Death and Dagur, who jumped out of the way and dropped the ropes. The mother quickly flew towards her children who had gathered around their sibling. After nuzzling her, the Screaming Death slowly flew towards Hiccup and Toothless.

You gripped your saddle, readying Ghostripper to strike should it be necessary. Instead, the Screaming Death roared what you assumed to be a thank you before flying off with its family.

“Well…that takes care of that.” Stoick patted your shoulder as Ghostripper and the other dragon riders landed.

Hiccup and Snotlout made up as your father hugged you. “I’m so proud of you, lass.” He stated firmly, gripping your shoulders with a large smile on his face.

A deranged howl sounded, Dagur launching himself at Hiccup with a spear before being punched in the face by Alvin. You fought back a laugh before you and your father walked up to him.

“I’ll sort this little troublemaker out. You all get back to Berk and recover, I’ll let you know what we decide to do with him, Stoick.” Alvin told your father, nodding to you as he held Dagur by the scruff of his neck. It was slightly satisfying seeing the once arrogant Berserker Chief being humbled by the much larger Viking.

“Y/N- Don’t leave me with him!” He pleaded you, gripping onto Alvin’s hands and trying to rip them off him.

You stood staring at him, feeling sorry that it had to end up this way. But for everything he’d done, he deserved to be tried.

By now, you knew how you felt about him. But he’d tried to kill your family, your friends and your dragon. You couldn’t exactly let that slide and just throw yourself into his arms. As much as you were starting to like how strong and warm his hugs were.

You realised you’d just been stood there for a few seconds without replying, before looking at your father. He shook his head. You bit your lip.

On returning to Berk, you’d been hugged by an incredibly emotional Gobber. Your brother had also refused to let you go for a good 5 minutes when you’d made it back to your house.

“I’m so, so sorry I didn’t come for you earlier. I should’ve followed the ship with Toothless, or-or gone out in my own boat and-“

“Hiccup!” You called softly as you placed your hands on his shoulders, your brother looking at you with the most upset look you’d seen in a while.

“You don’t need to apologise! You did nothing wrong. You rescued me! I’m back home safe now and it’s because of you!” You laughed as he started smiling at you singing his praises. He always did like that when you were younger. You remembered when you complimented the first shield he’d helped Gobber make, he didn’t stop grinning for a day.

“I know, but I can’t shake the feeling I cut it way too close…I mean you were almost married to that…psychopath!” He sighed, gesturing his hands towards you, still dressed in the ripped wedding dress and hair slightly more unruly that it had been before due to the wind and fighting for your life.

“But I wasn’t!” You comforted him again, ruffling up his hair with your hand as you laughed.

“And I have my incredible brother to thank for that.”

Hiccup gave you a large grin as he hugged you again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You held him back, just like you’d always done.

“I love you too, Hiccup.”

Chapter Text

Before Dagur’s trial – or more specifically, before he’s immediately sent to the highest security Outcast Prison from a small holding cell on Outcast island - You went to see him. Your father and Hiccup tried as much as they could to dissuade you from going but being your father’s daughter you were stubborn. Not taking no or “He tried to kill us!” for an answer.

You knew he did all of that. You still wanted to try and make him see the error of his ways. You were nothing if not persistent.

You were going to walk in there, have a stern talk with Dagur about what not to do when trying to win a girl’s affections and how he managed to screw up that entire thing.

What you did not expect, however, was to see a much smaller looking boy sat opposite the cell door. Shackled up with a bruise or two on his face as well as his helmet gone and hair hanging loosely from its braid.

You felt your lower lip wobble and a heavy feeling in the back of your throat as the Outcast guard opened the door to you. “You get 10 minutes.” He told you sternly. You swallowed the feeling in the back of your throat, already sick of being told what to do by Vikings who think they know better.

“I’m the daughter of a Chief. I get as long as I want.” You growled at him. The guard went to deny this but decided against this when he saw your glare on him as you held the door open.

By the time you’d entered and shut the door, Dagur was looking at you. He didn’t say anything as you approached him slowly. You swallowed as he refused to break eye contact with you.

“Y/N-“

He didn’t get the rest of whatever he was going to say out before you hugged him. You didn’t stop the tears from falling or your lip wobbling as you sniffed into his shoulder. You knew he couldn’t hug you back, but he rested his head on your shoulder and let out a heavy sigh.

“I knew you’d come for me. You’re gonna let me out so I can finally take down Hiccup and his pathetic Nightfury-“ He was cut off again by you pulling back and punching him in the face. You almost felt bad for him considering the amount of bruises he already had, but then you remembered what he’d just said.

“Are you kidding me? After everything you did, you expect me to let you go??” You hissed, standing up from where you’d been crouched to hit him. Dagur’s cheek throbbed, a clear look of betrayal on him. Your punch had been strong and unrelenting.

He couldn’t help but let a laugh erupt from him. It made you jump the way it just burst from his chest and out of his mouth, throwing his head back as his shoulders shook.

“That was a good punch, my love! I wouldn’t expect anything less from you!”

He couldn’t look any more love struck if he tried. Well, love struck and incredibly unstable. The eye that wasn’t bruised was wide and blood shot, while he was just sat grinning and laughing.

“If you’d just listened to me! Listened to Hiccup, even! You wouldn’t be in this mess! But no, you couldn’t let go of your pride for one minute. And you let it blind you so much that you put yourself and the entire Archipelago in danger!” You told him, venom dripping from your words as your voice raised. That caught his attention. He instantly stopped laughing, his grin dropping into a frown as he stood up to stand in front of you.

“Everything I did. I did for us. Why can’t you understand that?!” He spoke quietly for a change, suddenly bursting into a yell before obviously going to pelt for the door. You weren’t letting that happen.

You gripped his shoulder and threw him back with all your might, slamming him into the floor as you slammed your foot next to his head and leaned down to make eye contact with him again. To make sure he knew exactly what you brought to the table.

“Did you just…? You were never this strong before…” He gave a small laugh. The fact that he wasn’t taking any of the situation seriously made you even more upset, to the point angry tears forced their way out. You moved your foot, choosing to kneel next to him on the floor.

“All I want is for you to take what I’m saying seriously.” You told him as he went to sit up, wincing at the pain from his back and cheek still throbbed. He simply looked at you for a second before looking at the door.

“I…I do. Baby, of course I do. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t?”

“That’s just it, Dagur! You’re not my husband! And you haven’t taken anything I’ve said seriously since you found out Berk was training dragons. The only thing you chose to actually take in was when I told you I loved you and even then, it didn’t change anything. You still tried to kill my family. I can’t just let that go.”

Without even realising it, you’d brought up something incredibly close to Dagur’s seemingly insane heart. The fact that you did, in fact, love him. It struck a chord.

“You were telling the truth?” He asked slowly, resulting in you looking up at him from the floor with tears rolling down your face and an offended look.

“You didn’t believe me?!”

“No, No I did! Of course, I did! It’s just, after Hiccup appeared and the dragons started causing chaos, I started thinking…did you ever love me in the first place?” He asked darkly, a shackled hand reaching out to grip yours.

You glanced at his larger hand holding yours and then back at him. That same sad look in his eyes.

“Yes.”

Dagur pushed himself forwards to kiss you. You cupped the cheek that you’d punched a few minutes ago, careful not to press too hard as his hand squeezed yours. Both shackled hands placed on your lap to prop himself up.

When he pulled away, he looked you in the eyes.

“Let me out…” He quietly asked, shattering any thoughts you had that he might stay in there quietly, serve a sentence and possibly get out on good behaviour you could have inspired in him.

“No, Dagur-“

“Y/N, my love, please. Let me out. I can’t be in here without you anymore! Where are you going? Y/N!”

You pushed up and away from him, knocking him over as you quickly stood and walked out of the door. You motioned for the guard to come and lock the door again as Dagur pulled himself to his feet. He ran up to the bars of the cell as you walked away, holding yourself as he kept screaming your name as you went.

“Y/N!!! DON’T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME!! I’LL HAVE THAT NIGHTFURY, AND I’LL HAVE YOU. I PROMISE!!”