Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

RED CHRYSANTHEMUM

RED CHRYSANTHEMUM- , in general, symbolize fidelity, longevity, joy, and optimism—but the red blossoms mainly signify profoundly. passionate love

Passion knows no bounds as love drives us to the brink if insanity and makes things one not even capital of a simple task. Passion is love careful not to line of obsession

How the hell did this happen?! Okay, stupid question. Of course, I knew Dagur snuck onto Berk, used the fact there was a screaming death, dragon root, and Alvin as a covert distraction and somehow kidnapped me and my father through chaos. And for my fathers safe return wanted my hand in marriage and toothless skull… my hand traveled to my hair, it still had its normal loose ponytail and the braids… I rushed over to an ax hung up on the wall to see a white and red brooch of natural flowers. I looked down to see myself in a white dress, a fur lining, and a decorative belt. My chest heaved up and down. I smiled fondly at the outfit. The lace, it was a pretty accurate dress to the one I had talked about hundreds of times with Dagur. What I wanted my wedding dress to be. Fond he remembered it not so fond i'm a kidnapped bride to be.

I gasped as I came to, water still crashing on the ship. I was tied to a mast. Not a bride, okay, not a bride. I couldn't tell if I was happy or not at the fact. “Idiot.” I muttered, gaining Dagur's attention. I heard my fathers gaps and him twitching behind me, fiddling at the ropes as I began to cut through handing a dagger to my father so he could do the same. He came over, running a hand along my cheek. “Oh you look so gorgeous.” He whispered. “Finally mine. We’ll go to, outcast island soon. It's not the ideal place for the ceremony, but it'll do.” He nonchalantly kissed my cheek. “Our marriage ceremony?” I questioned, really confirming my- nightmare? Dream?- If it was warning me of what was being discussed as I was knocked out.

His eyes brightened, “Yes! My love Oh I-” He was cut off by my fathers disapproving shouts. “Dagur, I called that off. I know you got the letter!” My father shouted, idiot. “Shut. Up!” Dagur shouted signaling for one of his guards to point something at his neck, “You did turn 19 a week or so ago didn't you?” I nodded remembering the gift my father and my friends gave me, in the heat of things and I've never really liked birthdays so it was always my father and brother give me something small, maybe a friend or two give me a little gift and that was it. My father tried to interrupt again but Dagur just got upset again.         

“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!!!” i shouted trying to pull against the mast to stop him, as Dagur moved and rammed his sword forwards, hearing a sickening crunch. I gasped in horror, angrily I moved again to get a better look in the process purposefully dislocating my shoulder to move better, sighing gratefully seeing Dagur stood still holding his sword. That he’d plunged into the mast right next to my father’s head. “If you get in the way again, I’ll make sure I hit my target.” A shiver ran up my spine as Dagur let go of his grip on the sword, slowly moving around and turning towards me. I didn’t dare say anything, moving back now wincing at the pain of my dislocated shoulder, as he quickly walked over to me rushing to crouch down.
I rammed it back into the mast putting it back into place growling at Dagur who stared wide eyed as I stared at him down. But he just laughed his crazed laugh. I saw Berserker soldiers give scarred looks directed at me. “We’re almost there, baby. Just a few more hours and you’ll be all mine.”

I smiled, kissing him, his eyes widened as he kissed me back, he untied me, raising a brow at the slightly tattered ropes he led me down stairs, the ship I looked over now being able to see how close we were to the outcast island. “Dagur, we need to get there faster.” I said as we were now down stairs below deck. “Why I know we can't wait to get married but we have to and we’ll get married at sunset. It'll be perfect. “No! Hiccup and the dragon riders will get there in the knick of time just like they always do, we need to get there before sunset.” He raised a brow. “This Ship won't go any faster,” I huffed thinking. “Did You bring another ship?” He nodded. “I don't want my father to know, but! I have Tidal with me. We can get there in minutes.” H raised an eyebrow “I thought your dragon's name was Bloodborne?” I smiled and he remembered the name. “Get me on the other ship please, I'm begging you Dagur.” and who was he to deny his eager future wife.

So he led me to another ship away from my fathers eyesight. “Alright, we're on the other ship- what are you?” He looked over the edge seeing nothing but I pushed him in anyways, giggling as I jumped in after him, Tidal grabbing us swiftly. I tapped her neck as she surfaced Dagur right behind me. “Warn me next time!” He growled. As I giggled, Tidal flew fast diving every once in a while into the water. We landed to berserkers and outcast pointing weapons Dagur got off first helping me off. “Where's the officiator?” i shouted. As we both ran through the familiar hallways of Outcast island with Dagur, who had an iron grip on my wrist, a broach in my hair and a white cloak draped over the both of us, the best we could do in the time crunch.

It was quick, easy and painless. I was now Y/N chieftess of the Berserker tribe, “Okay we’re married.” I said pacing through the room we were now in. “Yep,” he said, watching me. I looked over to see a pretty white dress hung up. “Okay and my dad doesnt know.” I said again to myself.. He hummed. “And we’re not going to tell him you got that. I'll tell Gothi so it's official there too but no one knows. So…?” We had been at this for the past ten minutes. “So we aren't but we are officially but in the eyes of your people we are not!” I giggled and kissed him. “Are you ready to stage a crashed wedding?” He asked, laughing his deranged loud laugh. I smiled nodding. “Sounds like a plan.” Dagur left, as I put on the dress. It was plain but beautiful not so much like my dream but to a basic sense it was close enough. 

Dagur led me through the hallways to outside where the sunset was. My wrists tied my father forcibly in a chair.

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