The Dragon Lords' Sacrifice (Toothcup: don't worry he's human)

The Unwelcomed Guest

After the Lord or should I say Toothless left I went back to sleep. Unfortunately I had a nightmare which was a memory from the last time Dagur the Deranged had visited Berk. Whenever the Berserker armada visited it was a bittersweet visit as Oswald the Agreeable was like an uncle to me. He was always picking me up off my feet in a gentle hug and complimenting how much I had grown. He often brought presents and regaled me with tales so I always looked forward to seeing him again. Then their was his son:

Dagur.

Since we were close in age, Dagur being a few years older than me, the Chiefs always had us "run off and play" while they talked. Which often resulted in them sitting in the mead hall for all hours drinking. Being left alone with Dagur was a perilous business: as he often took me swimming which resulted in him attempting to drown me so I never learned to swim. He used me for target practice with his trademark daggers hurling them precariously close to my head. Hikes and nature walks usually resulted in him trying to lose me in the woods. Thankfully spending so much time in the forest anyway, I just sat down and sketched in my journal and returned to the village at sundown. 

This visit however,  upon docking, we were shocked and grieved to learn Oswald the Agreeable was no more (rumored by his own sons hands) and Dagur the Deranged was now Chief of the Berserkers. My father wanted to continue his relationship with the Berserkers and not make enemies of their armada so he chose to "entertain" Dagur.  After ducking out of the way of a dagger, just in time might I add, that impaled a post on the pier. Dagur was given a tour of Berk ("Boring, bring on the dragon killing stuff"), he signed the treaty in dragons blood which he insisted upon killing himself, and a feast was held in his honor where he drank his share in mead. He insisted upon sitting next to me the whole time where he placed his hand upon my knee. I was crimson and flustered the whole time.

At one point, when the whole of Berk was deep in their cups and busy with stories of dragon hunts, tales of battle, and bawdry jokes. Dagur grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up from my seat. He then pulled me from the Great Hall moving along the walls no one paying the least attention to us. The hall was filled with music, laughter and talk.

 "D-Dagur where are you taking me?" I asked anxiously as he kept a firm grip on my hand and led me down the stairs from the hall. The sounds from the hall becoming a muffled sound the further we went.

He turned giving me one of his smirks "Oh, you and I haven't had any time alone together this whole visit like old times. It would be a pity to return to Berserk without us sharing any time together." he said giving one of his trademark grins.

I gulped not liking the tone in his voice at all. "Really, Dagur it's alright if we don't have time alone. After all their is always n-next time." I said anxiously.

"No, Hiccupa it wouldn't be fair to either of us." He said as he dragged me through the village. 

At first I thought we were headed for the forge which caused my heart rate to speed up when I thought of all the weapons and hot coals but then he moved off towards the forest instead. I was puzzled the whole way. It was light enough what with torches lit everywhere and Dagur snatched one up before entering the forest. I became even more alarmed because we would be far away from anyone, alone, at night, in the forest.

Finally, he stopped in a clearing and created a campfire with a few branches from the torch then he extinguished the torch and set it aside. He sat on a fallen log and gestured for me to sit beside him. "Come, Hiccupa let us talk." he said holding out a hand.

I sighed for I really had no choice but to go along with his whims as always. I sat next to him leaving a big enough gap between us. "Alright, Dagur what is it you want to talk about so badly you had to bring me out here." I said.