Daggers and Daffodils

Basil

thank you for the wait!

lol also can't get over our boy having the world's worst rbf

Hey everyone. super late chapter and I think I should be honest about it, while I am not ending or scrapping Daggers and Daffodils It has gotten to the point where I find it hard to work on. This is from a mixture of my personal life getting in the way, but largely with how removed I feel from it. I started writing d&d in 2021, which is now 5 years ago, which is crazy to say. And I do apologize for taking half a decade to not be done with it lol. But this was my first fan fic, which I do love, but struggle to know what to do with given its large gaps in writing, changes in style, and personal developments. I've even come to amicable terms with first person is SELECT situations (still don't like it). That being said, enjoy the new chapter. So far I have a draft for the next chapter so I'll do my best to have it out soon.

Dagur Pov

"Sir, unfortunately we've had some injuries and several deserters" Savage reported, posture stiff and uncomfortable.

"Deserters?!" Dagur's voice cracked, before settling in a befuddled "who?".

"Sarsgaard, Nygren, Lars number two-"

Dagur waved Savage off, "Completely expendable all three... including 2". This didn't seem to sit well with the big man, sneering, "Lars number two is my cousin" he said, shoving his finger in Dagur's face as if that changed anything.

"Oh, well isn't that a great show of family support" he smacked Rykers arm away from him, leaning into his personal space to make a point, "Things get a little sticky, and old Cousin Lars leaves us with our swords in our hands!".

Rykers irritation grew with the scowl across his ugly mug as Dagur pushed into his space. "Tell me, is that how you hunters do things? Cuz, I'd rather know now tha-", a stern look and growl hissed from the canyons he calls nostrils was enough to know to stop.

Just like he thought. Family drama. Such an embarrassing weakness, Dagur could smell the insecurity when he met him but after meeting Viggo? Yikes. It was like all Dagur had to do was bring up family to rage bait the big brute.

"Relax I trust you" he held his hands up taking a few steps back "every family has a Lars number two. Now, back to the attack, I was think-" a large hand wrapped around Dagur's throat cut him off lifting him a yack hoof off the sand.

"I don't care how you do it! Just get it done! " He yelled before unceremoniously dropping him back to the ground, "Do not let anything happen to the dragon eye".

Calmer? no. Slightly more collected, Ryker sneered at the crazy nut job in front of him before turning to walk off "everything else can burn to the ground".

A flurry of emotions flashed across Dagur's face, watching him leave.

Irritation. No, hatred. Loathing? Whichever best fit how he felt, it made him want to pop that man's skull like a grape. What? He was supposed to listen to this mutton head yelling orders at him like he were a 12-year-old.

He could practically hear his sister's thoughts.

'Bite your tongue bite your tongue', he would.

He wasn't dumb, she could at least give him credit for that. He rolled his eyes at her cutting gaze, doing its best to keep him on a leash. He didn't need it, he knew when being quiet was the wise choice. He just liked pushing as far as he could without breaking anything.

It was good that she did though, knowing what was smart also didn't tend to be enough with Dagur and he could admit that. Mood swings are a hell of a gamble on his self-control, so some 'sisterly support' did enough to keep him from doing his best imitation of a pouncing cat on the lug.