Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

Proud and Pride

Narrators pov.

Back at Berk Stoick was attempting to even just slightly comfort his son, “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 Bloodborne.

“That’s not the point, dad!” He yelled with a whine angrily. “I promised that I’d keep her safe to myself like she always did for me! And now she’s all alone, with Dagur! Who knows what he could do with her. She's strong, sure, but Dagur is deranged and now she's been caught because of me! '' Hiccup rumbled 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 that Ruffnut and Tuffnut are on Dagurs tail right now and neither will let anything happen to her; they both care for her far too much!” 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.” Hiccup murmured.

Your pov.
It seemed like hours had passed since Dagur left me alone with two Outcast soldiers outside my door. I tried to make conversation with them out of pure boredom but neither would reply to anything I had to say, clearly too terrified of what Dagur might do if he found out they’d spoken to me. A different Outcast soldier had just now come in and well I wasn't lying to Dagur when I said I really hate the people on Outcast island. He had come in to offer me something to drink and then the bastard touched me. He touched my arm. So I punched him square in the nose, sending him tumbling to the door as he crawled to the door to get out. I stepped on his ankle “Please she is crazy, let me out!” He pleaded against the door. When it swung open Dagur there he stepped to the side letting the man run well, crawl and then limp away.

I huffed sitting on the bed door as Dagur walked in the door shutting behind him the guards giving eachother a look. He seemed upset when he had opened the door but the man screaming I was in fact crazy seemed to almost calm him. “What happened? You appear to be… upset with someone?” I asked. He huffed clearly, not fond of the memory I just brought up. 
“Not a worry for you, my love. But I’ve got someone who’d very much like to meet you, my sweet.” He was clearly aggravated by something, and that something I 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? My stomach filled with dread as I walked out of the room, Dagur linking our arms together.

I grimaced at some of the Outcast people who flinched at my gaze and the Berserkers when straightened up at Dagurs. I remembered the last time i had seen Alvin. We had 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 my hand tightened as did his arm arm. “They’ll be here soon so keep an eye out, I don't plan to leave soon.” I whispered even quieter. As I held strong. Maybe the time I've spent with Dagur has desensitized me to his little tantrums. Either that or they were more controlled around me either way, it's better for my case.

“If he knows what’s good for him and his dragon, he won’t.” Dagur muttered darkly, pulling my arm sharply towards him. My own hold on his bicep tightened in response, “If he does, he’ll have to prepare himself to face me in hand-to-hand combat. And if it comes down to it, over you? I’d win, hands down.” I scoffed, “I don't doubt that, my brothers a noodle, not a strong fighter, he knows that,” Dagur's eyes glimmered. It was meant to be an insult to his intelligence but he took it as me calling him strong. Something deep in my stomach fluttered at the show of devotion from my… fiancé.

Oh gods with this little stunt my father is sure to have called it off. Well, that would be a very fun conversation later down the line. He’d better have not though; that would just piss me off.