A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. I am really terrible at xReaders and everything has been happening for a bit. Thanks, @magpieprince11 and @Alagzna for the suggestion! This is a Dagur x reader that takes place at the beginning of Race to the Edge, just when Dagur has escaped prison.
"The world is ahead of us and no one can tell us what to do!"
Dagur cackles as waves crash against the side of the boat. Your hands unconsciously grip the side of the boat. Dark clouds circle the boat like foreboding omens. It is both parts terrifying and exhilarating.
"You thought that a cage could hold us?! You were wrong! We are the sea! We cannot be contained!"
Dagur looks magnificent standing on top of the mast. Unlike a typical human in this situation, Dagur has no fear in his crazy green eyes. Even as the storm comes raging down around you, he looks as light as air. He could just as easily have been in a calm lake as a storm.
"WOOOOHOOO!"
Dagur cackles with all the freedom of a bird just released from its cage. You feel a smile brimming on your lips. The two of you had been contained on Outcast Island for what felt like a lifetime. Those days were some of the happiest in your life. You remember the mad lunatic placed in the cell next to yours three years ago. You remember the conversations. Crazy and nonsensical, sure, but with a hint of something more cunning. Every plot to get back at Berk was another plot closer to each other.
Three years of planning. You still can't believe that it's been that long. You had worried that the time spent in that horrid prison would be painful forever. Those long nights alone, devoid of good food or sleep, the only scenery the passage of guards outside your cell, ever patrolling that small space.
You hadn't had any cellmates since the last one died of the chills. He wasn't very fun anyway. Barely spoke a word. You had replayed the events of your life over and over because it was the only thing you could do in such a place. Thinking about the decisions that you made to make such a large mistake. Thinking about the decisions that you could have made to avoid punishment. All this thinking was almost enough to drive you mad with the solidarity of it.
The boat rocks savagely. You stumble, but somehow, Dagur stays firm where he stands. His red hair leaps like fire in the wind, and he calls out to battle the gods.
Dagur had saved you from boredom and had saved you from that god-awful prison. It was just this morning when the two of you had snuck out onto that boat, escaping into the storm, but it already felt like a lifetime ago. Time seemed to do that whenever a person was with Dagur. He talked for hours about things meaningless and not, always with that glint of madness and adventure. When the storm had hit, it hadn't stopped Dagur. It only strengthened him, fueling a great power inside of him that he let be known to the world!
Dagur had faced the storm for around an hour now, and only now did it start to abate. First, the wind calmed, then the sky lightened, then the waves grew less turbulent. You are soaked from head to toe, and so is he, but he is grinning like nothing you had ever seen before. Smiling at you.
An island is in the distance. The boat floats up towards it and shakes as it hits land.
You might have come up to him then, but he beats you to the punch. He skips over to you like sea legs were never an issue, and he hugs you. You are both cold from the storm, but his skin still burns with life. He pulls away, grinning like the madman he is. He holds your hands in his.
"Shall we depart then?" he asks you.
You can only nod before he pulls your hands, and you laugh startled. He pulls you to the boat and then the exit. The two of you step foot on free land for the first time in years. And then, with the whole world ahead of you, you race away from the boat and to your future.
