Kitten! dagur x reader

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...Scruffy dark brown with several grey-blue streaks over its eye and on one leg. You said nothing at first, as you lifted the cat out of the box and grinned unsettlingly at it. It was unfazed.

"Well hello there, my little deranged friend!" You purred. "I am (Y/N), and henceforth you shall be called Dagur. Chief Dagur!"

He did not seem to have a problem with this.

He managed to squirm out of your grasp on your way to the couch, however, and he examined everything he saw curiously until he came to the television and saw his human counterpart's image looming up above him. He stared at it for a moment, and his ear twitched. Then he turned to look at you. You shrugged.

"It was a good screenshot. Not blurry or anything." You sat down and pushed play, and Dagur jumped when his human counterpart sprang to life. Then he perked up and gave a weird, excited little wiggle and you laughed.

"What," He seemed to say, as he glared back at you.

You shrugged back as if to say, "Nothing."

The episode was View to a Skrill, and you were waiting eagerly for one of your favorite parts. Dagur was giving his speech to the Beserkers, and his captain was desperately trying not to get hit by his wild gesticulation. When the man finally relaxed, only to get hit in the face and knocked off his feet, you couldn't help but burst into laughter and rewind.

"Did you see that, he's like, 'yes,' and then 'BAM!" Your laughter subsided into giggles, and from there only grew creepier. But Dagur didn't seem to mind. He just made a happy sound of appreciation and jumped up onto the couch beside you.

"That's it; you're relieved of duty." There was a splash and you burst out laughing again.

"Umm; didn't I, throw you overboard?"

"Well, I am an excellent swimmer!"

And again.

And again when he pushed the guy off the ship while he was climbing back up it. At this point you had to pause the show so you wouldn't miss any of it while you clutched your sides, laughing so hard the breath left your lungs and you just sat there, shaking silently with your mouth open. Like a hyena on mute.

Apparently that amused Dagur, because he began making a clicking noise at you. That only made you laugh harder, and in your effort not to fall onto the cat you actually fell off of the couch.

"Alright, alright," You gasped when you could breathe again. "That's enough. We gotta get some sleep so we can destroy worlds and also show you off to my friends tomorrow."

He allowed you to scoop him up in your arms, but seemed unnerved for the first time when you placed him in your bed.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you walked over to your dresser and pulled out your pajamas. He went rigid. As you began changing, he quickly turned around and faced the opposite wall. You smirked.

"What's the matter? Am I not good enough for you?" You crooned before busting up. Yeah, that was weird even for you.

You climbed into bed when you were done, and he glanced at you to make sure you were clothed before he turned around and climbed up onto your second pillow. But you were having none of that.

"Come now, don't be shy! You're a chief! The chieftain doesn't cower from women! Unless he is a woman. And even then." You pulled him against your chest and got comfortable as he squirmed furiously in your arms. Okay, you might have been suffocating him with your breasts, but you were sure he'd get out of it somehow.

And he did. Once he'd gotten his head free he seemed to be too tired to continue. So he just shuddered from head to tail and relaxed.

"There's a good chieftain," You murmured, close to sleep.

He grumbled quietly back at you.