Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

Dicentra

Dicentra- symbolises heartbreak and the loss of a loved one. The name broken heart is derived from the heart-shaped flowers resembling a broken heart.

It brought me to tears to see you go I flew my heart break I couldn't bear to look at you. But I saw. You felt betrayed heart broken just as I do I only hope you can forgive me when I shed my own tears.

Dagur led me through the hallways to outside where the sunset was. My wrists tied my father forcibly in a chair.Now why I married Dagur was a mystery to some so let's walk through it. There i was watching as i thought Dagur had just run a sword through my father when i was thinking why would he be so desperate to get us married react the way he would,

And then it all made sense.

Here was this clearly stressed out, probably scared boy in front of me. 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…

I didn’t try to force down the blush that rose or stop my heart from beating faster than it normally would. Standing in front of me 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 me go completely into overdrive and cloud his judgment.

So with this realization again that we were so similar it just happened differently the future we thought we had, changed within an instant. I thought I would marry Dagur, become chieftess alongside my husband and live a happy life… i thought i would be Y/N the daredevil as chieftess of the berserker tribe married and deeply happily in love with her husband Dagur the whatever, and a killer of dragons. 

Then my brother shot down a nightfury and trained it. Killed the red dead. We made peace with dragons and then the man who was going to be my husband felt betrayed and everything slowly crumbled…

So I married him to get a little bit of sanity to the both of us.

My fucking Brother god how i love my brother but how the hell this happend! I haven't a clue about whispering deaths. I was luckily able to grab my sword Hiccup had made for me and the one Dagur had first given me plus a rather large bag with the rest of my weapons and clothes. Thankfully I was able to convince Dagur to place them outside. In case our second wedding got crashed like it did.

Chaos everywhere fighting everywhere

“Men! Ready your arrows! I want it brought down alive!” Dagur commanded, ignoring my protests as I stood up and launched myself towards him. That was, before the ground started shaking. The floor cracked open in front of me as I heard my father and brother shout my 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 us. I 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!?” I asked him when he reached me, trying to steady myself 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.

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