Obsessive Craze Dagur x Reader

Coyote

Coyote The Trickster, Humor, Charm, Folly of Self-Deception and Survival, Prankster, insight, playful.

The quintessential embodiment of betrayal.

A coyote will always be snuffed out but remember they're more scared of you than you are of them. (It is true I live in Arizona and have some in the park by my house.)

Narrators pov.
“My brother's treated you well, I trust?” Viggo asked. Heather nodded absentmindedly, turning her head towards Viggo. “You forgave that man. I wasn't expecting that.”  Viggo chuckled, “Forgiveness. Not really a sound business practice, now, is it?” The man's screams echoed through the chasm “Trust, however, it is imperative, Heather. And, there simply cannot be a traitor among us. A man will never know how far he's willing to go until he steps to the edge and looks down. Wouldn't you agree?” He stopped pushing her to look over the edge, a drop so high that if she were to fall well she wouldn't get back up again. “Ah, I suppose, metaphorically,” Heather stated as Viggo cornered her to the edge.

The edge of the cliff crumbled as she almost fell, Viggo grabbed her pulling her backwards back onto the stable path. “I've always hated the use of metaphors. Now, down to business. I need your assistance, my dear.” She turned her head raising a brow, “You do?” he nodded humming gruffly, “Yes. In exposing this wrongdoer who is in our midst.” She furrowed her brows. “Oh, of course. Do you have any ideas of who it is?” Nervousness was evident in her voice as Viggo stared her down. “Unfortunately, yes. Ryker has always been a bit jealous of the power structure amongst the Dragon Hunters and his role in that hierarchy. That type of ambition can often cloud the mind.”

“So, you think it's Ryker?” She confirmed he shook his head.  “I'm not entirely certain. See, your brother claims to know these Dragon Riders well, yet they always seem a step ahead of us. Now, I would never suggest turning on one's own family.” He trailed off. “But if Dagur is standing in the way of your, of our success, that is not to be tolerated. But can I ask what makes you sure of Y/N?” He nodded, shivering. The faintest of smiles found its way onto his face. “Y/N does as she pleases. Besides, I couldn't have put it better myself. Nor is it tolerable if this wrongdoer is my own flesh and blood. I'm so pleased that we are able to see eye to eye on this, Heather. I was going to ask if I could trust you, but you've made that question unnecessary. Will you see what you can uncover?” She nodded, “Excellent. In the meantime, I'd like you to join me in a most delicate "retrieval". But, we must keep it to ourselves. Tell me, have you ever encountered a Flightmare?”

“As a matter of fact, I have. And I can even tell you where to find one.” Viggos' grin widened.

“You sure you weren't followed?” Asrtrid asked. “Positive. Besides, Viggo suspects Ryker and Dagur. He asked me to go with him to capture the Flightmare. Just me, Windshear and him.” Heather stood somewhere solidified away from people,  “Flightmare? Why would Viggo want the Flightmare?” Hiccup asked, rushed. “Hiccup, you're missing the point.” Heather sighed. “He does that from time to time.” Astrid teased as Hiccup began to stutter slightly embarrassed. “N-No, I don't.”

“Look. It's me, Viggo and Windshear. The perfect time for an ambush.” Heather smirked, punishing at the palm of her fist. “I agree, but how exactly does Viggo think the three of you are going to capture the Flightmare?” Heather shook her head. “You haven't met Viggo Grimborn. He is a professional Dragon Hunter, and he isn't scared of anything. Except maybe Y/N.” Hiccup shook his head, shaking off his sister just thinking of her made him mad. “Right, but you're not going to actually let him capture it.” Hiccup asked Heather shook her head, “Of course not. That's where the ambush comes in. You guys show up, grab Viggo and we set the Flightmare back on its path.”