"Ugh, I hate my job! People think that just because I'm a waitress they can touch me! I mean can you believe? I almost turned around and punched that guy, but you know I'd get fired for that. Ugh."
Dagur meowed and growled loudly. You laughed and rubbed his head like you were ruffling a little boy's hair.
"Don't worry. I "accidentally" gave him hot sauce instead of A1." You grinned. "I hate to do that to a perfectly good steak, but... It must be done. Plus I spit on it."
He chattered excitedly at you and purred. You noticed that his chattering always lasted way longer than other cats. Just like how the real Dagur laughed longer than was socially acceptable, causing everyone around him to become uncomfortable and frightened. But it never bothered you, oh no. You loved it. You had always been one of those people who couldn't stop laughing once they started, so you could relate. You always had to force yourself to stop abruptly or you'd wind up hurting yourself.
He also had a very deep, gravelly purr. Like the engine of your father's truck.
"You're a weird cat, you know that?" He'd long since realized that from you, this was a compliment. So he purred even louder and headbutted you.
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Kitten! dagur x reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) finds a cat that looks like the cat version of dagur the deranged, (Y/N)'s fictional crush, and names it after him. She takes him home and cares for him, adopting him as her own. But what she doesn't know is that the cat is actually dagur, and...
