Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

Snapdragons

Snapdragons, Can symbolize deception due to the notion of concealing something within its petals.

Secrets dont make freinds but maybe they can keep them alive.

Secrets always come out they'll always hurt more when they do.

Narrators pov.
Hiccup had been growing. Rather frustrated and impatient about his sister today just previously they had a successful mission freeing all the dragons on the ship but not his sister it seems like anytime they got close one of her dragons Would swoop in and take her somewhere else or Dagur and Ryker would shoo them off. It was getting rather irritating. Not Only was she herself seemingly being stubborn but her dragons and if they don't want her leaving the dragon hunters then She's not leaving the dragon hunters. Hiccup stormed around the clubhouse throwing some random papers on the floor. “Anyone Else find it weird that Y/N is still With the dragon hunters? She didn't seem all that peeved when we got captured.” Snotlout asked randomly “Even if she doesn't hold a grudge her dragons still do and well both the Blood Fury and Skrill are known to hold grudges for years! Even entire life times! We've sent this first hand with Toothless. Don't you remember the Whispering Death?” Fishlegs asked ranting.

Snotlout groaned. “Even then how do they not hold a grudge against the dragon hunters?” Fishlegs opened his mouth to answer But Hiccup Upsettingly cut him Off. “Because she used to hunt dragons? The Bloodborne hunts dragons too. And Dagur is there. To them, the safest place she can be is with Dagur!” Hiccup yelled frustration was evident in his voice as he clutched at the wooden table beneath him. “Hiccup it's alright. At least she's safe.” Astrid tried to pressure him. “What about Ryker and this Viggo guy we haven't even met yet? Not to mention Heathers in danger too. I want both of them out.” Hiccup stated finally. As he walked out towards his hut.

Your pov.
Heather landed and I rushed over. “It's okay, girl. Just nicked you.” She reassured her. “What were you doing up there?” Ryker shouted. “You have something to say, Ryker?” Heather snapped. “Something didn't look right.” My eyes opened wide and narrowed. “Yeah? Which part? You giving her a heads-up I was there? Or you doing nothing, leaving me exposed?”

I was about to step in when I flet a hand around my waist. Dagur. “Now, now. Let's not get crazy.” Dagur stated calmly… little to calmly. “You're talking to me about crazy?” Ryker scoffed. I inched closer to Dagur following him as he leaned in real close to Ryker. Letting his arm move off my slightly his hand staring on my gripping roughly as he clenched his other fist. “Let me put it another way. If you touch one hair on my sister's head, I'll run you through and wear your rib cage as my battle armor.” He almost seemed to yell in a hushed tone. I smiled up fondly as he leaned back onto his heels, maintaining eye contact with Ryker. “We're headed back to the island.” a Dragon Hunter Shouted. “On whose orders?” Ryker demanded.

“ Viggo's. He's waiting.” Ryker relaxed and tension at the same time glaring at Heather. “Good. We'll let him settle this. Come Y/N we need you to get the course.” He mumbled gruffly. I followed him hesitantly, getting a kiss on the head from Dagur before he let me go.

Dagur's pov.
I kissed my love's head as she left following Ryker. Turning back to my sister. “What do you know about Viggo?” She asked suddenly. I shrugged lightly. “Oh. Just that he's pretty much the opposite of Rykie.” I giggled he hates when I call him that. “How so?” I turned back towards her. “Svelte. Smart. And, when I say smart, I mean supposedly cleverer than me, which is almost inconceivable, it's really hard to fathom and I'm still gonna need some proof.” I began laughing, trailing off “It's impossible. But that's what they say. Oh! And he loves the art of the kill. Loves it! And when he puts you to sleep, he's like a fart in the wind, you never see it coming.”

“What does Ryker say about him?” She inquired further. “Full of questions!” I laughed. And shrugged “Not much. I think the big boss scares the little guy. But then again apparently Rykie and Viggo are scared of my precious wife! But Rykie. Scared of his own little bro. Sad. Nothing worse than a family rift.” I hugged Heather, “How great is it that you're here, huh? That we're here? Together?” I became quite remembering her air performance but if love believes it. So do I, “What were you doing up there? Ha! Gotcha!” I laughed, “You are too easy. Now, let's go meet this Viggo Grimborn. Ooh, now I've got the shiveries.” My giggles started up again. 

Your pov.
“You serious Ryker?” I growled and he shrugged. “I'm not one to… joke am i?” I growled storming out of the cabin past the dragon Cages bumping into someone. A random dragon hunter who touched my waist. “Die.” I grumbled Shade stabbed him, pumping him with venom quickly while he was asleep. I threw him over towards the Bloodborne who was happy at this meal.

On Dragon Hunters' island, a dragon hunter held open the tent folds for me. “Viggo.” His head snapped up upon hearing my voice as he stood slowly. “Ah, How are you my dear?” He asked, grabbing my face tilting it from one side to the other, staring at the side where Hiccup had cut me. He stayed silent staring at it. “I take it Ryker sent you ahead. For whatever Reason?” He said leaning. Back against this desk. “He did. He wanted to inquire about your mood.” Viggo hummed. “And how are you going to tell him?”

I tilted my head. “Already have. But let me pick at your brain for a moment will you?” He hummed, extending his arm. “Go Right ahead.” I hummed picking up a piece from the maces and talons board. The loyal servant. “Which piece between you and I do you think you are?” He sat down in his chair staring at the board. Pointing at the treacherous chief. “You.” He picked up the honorable Viking chief. “And me.” I smiled. My crazed one. And began laughing. “We. Are not on the same level but, maybe we could be?” He raised a brow opening his mouth to say more but I moved out of the tent the back way before he could. Spotting Dagur walking with Ryker and Heather towards the tent I smiled walking over to them. "I think I made him happy.” I smiled running over to Dagur right after taking the honorable chief, and talking to Ryker. Giving Dagur a kiss on the cheek.

Ryker held open the tent folds for us.  “They say there are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true. The other is to refuse to believe what is. Maces and Talons.” He extended his arms out with a small faint smile, standing up he held up the traitor's piece holding it in his fists. “I began playing with my grandfather when I was just a boy. I always insisted upon being the Honorable Viking Chief. I could never understand how he bested me time and time again. For years, I assumed his skill transcended mine. I believed what wasn't true.” That makes his response to my question all the more sweeter. He hit the light as he continued talking, holding up the traitor's piece.

“But, you see, in Maces and Talons, as in life, the line between good and evil is often unclear. Black and white can become gray so easily. What one soul considers evil, another might consider righteous. The Honorable Chief who fails to see this is found to be the fool.” Fool. Viggo is no fool, not even in my eyes. “Welcome. Brother! You must be weary. The dragon trade is an exhausting business. Even more so when profits wane because inventory goes missing.” the tent folds opened again. Startled Dagur grabbed my waist pulling me away in front of the hunters dragging in another. I saw Viggos' eye twitch. I winced hearing the Hunter's pleas. “Uh, Viggo, I only borrowed the hide to exchange for food. It wasn't missing for more than a day!” Viggo waved him off, “Oh, thank you, Viggo. Thank you.”

“We're not animals. Rest. Much to discuss tomorrow. She can stay. Come. Walk with me.” He ushered Heather to follow him out of the tent. “She’ll be alright.” I muttered trying to reassure Dagur he was clearly irked given his hard grip on  my waist.

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