Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

"Dagur The Deranged!"

Deranged- insane, driven insane, or unable to think or act in a normal or logical way. It can also describe someone who behaves in a wild and uncontrolled way

Hearing you call yourself deranged made me feel at peace if only I could give you the same feeling.

Slight recap!

Narrators Pov
That visit was only a couple days long spent mostly in the village much to Dagur dismay but the adoration Y/N got from the villagers made up for it to both of them as they called him lucky and they were proud of her overjoyed she was to be their chieftess. It's how many visits went. The only thing that changed was the absolute love Dagur held for Y/N, growing more and more to obsessive full of possession but pure love.

Y/N pov
For the first time like ever I was dreading Dagur’s visit how to tell him we now rode dragons. No longer kill them how I now ride a very scary close species to the night fury the Bloodfury who I named Bloodborne a dragon I had discovered and grown close with when I sailed out lost. After everything I had done, I killed so many dragons and was celebrated for it and then my brother befriended a Night fury defeated the Red Death, the cause for the Dragon raids. I was just gonna go out to go because I felt guilty looking at any species I had killed so most if not all of them on Berk except Toothless hiccups nightfury.

Unable to befriend them, I went voyaging to find a new purpose. Now seven braids adorn my hair but then I found Bloodborne and came back happily. Now to tell my soon to be husband as I turn 19 in two months. The lead Berserker ship docked as did the entire Berserker armada. As a berserker began to read aloud titles and accomplishments of vast aggression “pronouncing…” the hunter leaned. “Oswald the Agreeable?” Gobber muttered. “Dagur the Deranged.” He had a helmet I had never seen before. He was even taller. I was easily only at his chest and even more muscular. Our eyes met and I couldn't help the spike I had in my chest as he lit up with joy. He stepped off taking me to him by the waist immediately “Hello beautiful.” he said giving me a peck on the cheek. I smiled, placing my hands on his chest. “Dagur. Where's Oswald?” My father asked him.

He stared Dagur down as he smirked looking up at him. “my father has been… retired. He lost his taste for blood. I on the other hand am starving!” he gave me a smirk as he chuckled “So now I'm here! And I have it in very good word. Berk has been building up a dragon army.” his voice ran cold. As he pulled me even closer. “If I find this to be true I won't hesitate to take my wife and have my armada blow this island to smithereens.” his grip got even tighter, only lightning when I buried my head into his chest to the best of my ability he lightened up looking down for a split moment with sorrow.

“Alright then. Why don't we head to the great hall, sign the treaty and send you on your way.” I looked up at my father and disdained my eyes. I glared lightly at him “ah! I believe I'm promised a tour of Berk. As a new chef.” Dagur smirked. “Your father never felt the need for the tour.” my father said, balling his fist his hand reaching for his sword , I nudged Dagur gesturing towards it as he gritted his teeth. But Gobber stopped My father. “Not in front of the armada.” he muttered. “Ah right Dagur I'll lead the way.” he grumbled and began ignoring to walk off.

Dagur turned back to me. Spinning me around. “Couldn't even give you proper hello my love!” I laughed as he hugged me tightly. “I missed you! Did you miss me?” He asked exasperatedly, staring me in the eye, I leaned into him and he gave me a kiss on the head. “I didnt even think that was a question.” He laughed happily with my response leading me along, catching up behind my father as Dagur and I followed, I was still wrapped in his embrace. Barf and Belch footprints in the dirt made this difficult as we walked along my father, Gabber And even me making an excuse Not to go certain ways. Eventually Dagur grew bored. “I'm gonna see if I can find something more entertaining for us. Hang here for a minute?” He gave me a sad whine. But eventually let me go to find my brother who had clearly been trying to hide barf And Belch.