Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

Parakeet

Parakeets promise - a play resembling thr native American story of a parakeet teacher, a woman, a lesson on the fulfilments of promises.

Promises hurt more when you know they mean it. But sometimes they only hurt when you don't want it to be a promise. A goal may not be achievable but a promise. Means no matter what.

Before Dagur’s immediate send to the highest security Outcast Prison from a small holding cell on Outcast island- I went to see him. Both my father and Hiccup tried as much as they could to talk me out from going, but being my father’s daughter, I was stubborn. Not taking no or “He tried to kill us!” for an answer.

I knew he did all of that. But I still wanted to try and make him see the error of his ways.
I was going to walk in there and have a stern talk with Dagur about what not to do when trying to win a girl’s affections and how he managed to screw up that entire thing. What I did not expect, however, was to see a much smaller looking boy sat opposite the cell door. Shackled up with a bruise or two on his face as well as his helmet gone and hair hanging loosely from its braid. I winced quietly as I felt my lower lip tremble as the Outcast guard opened the door to you. “You get 5 minutes.” He told me sternly. I swallowed the feeling in the back of my throat, already sick of being told what to do by Vikings who think they know better. “I’m the daughter of a Chief, and as the chieftess of the Berserker tribe by marriage, I get as long as I want with my lawful husband.” I growled at him.

The guard went to deny this but decided against this when he saw the glare I had on my face or maybe the large bloodfury that stood angrily behind me. as I held the door open. By the time I had entered and shut the door, Dagur was looking at me. He didn’t say anything as I approached him slowly. I swallowed as he refused to break eye contact with me.

“Y/N-“ He didn’t get the rest of whatever he was going to say before I hugged him “Don't.” I said simply, I knew he couldn’t hug me back, but he rested his head on my shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. “I knew you’d come for me. You’re gonna let me out so I can finally take down Hiccup and his pathetic Nightfury-“ He was cut off again by me pulling back and slapping him in the face. I almost felt bad for him considering the amount of bruises he already had, but then I remembered what he’d just said. “Dagur the Deranged. You best be kidding me! Are you serious? After everything you did, you expect me to let you go?” I hissed, standing up from where I had been crouched to hit him.

Dagur’s cheek throbbed, a clear look of betrayal on him evident from the look in his eyes. My fingerprints were clear on his pale skin, my slap had been strong and unrelenting.

Of course I slapped him and he let out a laugh. I glared as it erupted from him. It made me jump the way it just burst from his chest and out of his mouth, throwing his head back as his shoulders shook. “That was a good hit, my love! I wouldn’t expect anything less from you!” He couldn’t look any more love struck if he tried. Well, love struck and evidently incredibly unstable. The eye that wasn’t bruised was wide and blood shot, while he was just sat grinning and laughing. I sighed. My eyebrows furled “If you’d just listened to me! Listened to Hiccup, even! Or had even come to me for help! You wouldn’t be in this mess! But no, you couldn’t let go of your pride for one minute. And you let it blind you so much that you put yourself and the entire Archipelago in danger!” I scolded him, venom dripping from my words as my voice raised. That caught his attention. He instantly stopped laughing, his grin dropping into a frown as he stood up to stand in front of you.

“Everything I did. I did it for us. Why can’t you understand that?!” He spoke quietly for a change, suddenly bursting into a yell before obviously going for the door. I was not letting that happen. I gripped his shoulder and threw him back using more force than I meant to, slamming him into the floor as I slammed my foot next to his head and leaned down to make eye contact with him again. To make sure he knew exactly what I was bringing to the table. “Did you just…? You were never this strong before…” He gave a small laugh. I raised a brow. The fact that he wasn’t taking any of the situation seriously made me even more upset, to the point angry tears forced their way out but i wiped them away diverting my head to the suddenly very interesting wall.

Sighing, I moved my foot, choosing to kneel next to him on the floor. “All I want is for you to take what I’m saying seriously.” I told him as he went to sit up, wincing at the pain from his back and cheek still throbbed. He simply looked at me for a second before looking at the door. “I…I do. Baby, of course I do. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t?”

My eyes widened. He was not playing that card on me! “That’s just it, Dagur! You haven’t taken anything I’ve said seriously since you found out Berk was training dragons. The only thing you chose to actually take in was when I told you I loved you and even then, it didn’t change anything. You still tried to kill my family. I can’t just let that go.” Without even realizing it, I had brought up something incredibly close to Dagur’s seemingly insane heart. The fact that I did, in fact, love him. It struck a chord. Like as if I haven't shown that. “You were telling the truth?” He asked slowly, resulting in me looking up at him from the floor with tears rolling down my face and an offended look. “You didn’t believe me? I married you without my family or friends present. I had you in the ocean if I wanted to, I could have killed you right then and there!” I was mad, well that's an understatement. I was livid with rage and going mad! 

“No, No I did! Of course, I did! It’s just, after Hiccup appeared and the dragons started causing chaos, I started thinking…did you ever love me in the first place?” He asked darkly, a shackled hand reaching out to grip yours. “Dagur. I sent my dragon to carry you out before I worried for my brother. Of course I loved you. I still do.” I glanced at his larger hand holding mine and then back at him. That same sad look in his eyes. Dagur pushed himself forwards to kiss me. I cupped the cheek that I had slapped a few minutes ago, careful not to press too hard as his hand squeezed mine. Both shackled hands placed on my lap to prop himself up. When he pulled away, he looked me in the eyes.

“Let me out…” He quietly asked, shattering any thoughts I had that he might stay in there quietly, serve a sentence and possibly get out of good behavior I could have inspired in him. “No, Dagur-” i said simply standing up, “Y/N, my love, please. Let me out. I can’t be here without you anymore! Where are you going? Y/N!” turning on my heel to leave, my hand gripping at the door before I shook my head punching and cracking the wall. I growled, smoothing my hair back. “I'll come visit you as often as i can. You'll be free when hopefully you can understand what I mean. Then you can be my husband.” I gave him one final kiss goodbye. “Goodbye for now, dear.”

I motioned for the guard to come and lock the door again as Dagur pulled himself to his feet. He ran up to the bars of the cell as I walked away, holding myself as best I could together as he kept screaming my name as I went.

“Y/N!!! DON’T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME!! I’LL HAVE THAT NIGHTFURY, AND I’LL HAVE YOU. I PROMISE!!”

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