Kitten! dagur x reader

9

You yawned and stretched. Dagur imitated you.

"MrrrRRrrrRRrrrRRRrrr..."

"You're full of weird sounds," You smiled, turning to stare up at the ceiling. He climbed up onto your chest and allowed you to roughly scratch the scruff of his neck. You still hadn't found a new job. At least, nothing that wasn't exactly like your last job. You supposed you could always be a cashier or something, right?

Your friends had all offered to hunt down the guy and his girlfriend, but you knew none of them were TRULY violent. It was just as well. But the job hunt really SUCKED.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! OPEN UP!"

"Huh?"

"Open up! I think I just found you a job!"

"WHAT?! No way, where?!"

"That shop down the street! The one you got your Viking cosplay from!"

"THAT shop?! They're HIRING?"

"They're expanding! The shop was so successful that they bought the place next to it! They're short on employees now!"

"A job I'll actually LIKE? How do you do it!"

"I have my connections!"

By the time you got back home it was dark and you were exhausted. They'd needed help so badly they'd hired you on the spot and set you to work moving things to the second half of the store.

"Isn't this great, Dag?" You laughed, picking him up and swinging him around. He cried out in alarm and you hugged him forcefully as he struggled to escape. You paid his distress no heed, and lifted him up to your face to kiss his nose.

There was a loud POP! and something heavy knocked you to the ground.

"Owww... So sore... HUH?!"

Dagur laughed. Not in a clicking, chattering cat-like way. In a human way.

"You did it, (Y/N)!"

"I... What?"

He climbed to his feet and held out his hand to you. You took it and gasped as you were yanked into his arms and kissed roughly, almost taking the both of you back to the ground again.

"Hel, if I'd known THAT was all it took!" He squeezed you until you were pretty sure you felt something pop.

"Spine... Shattering..." You gasped. That only made him laugh. He suddenly became very serious.

"That "being a cat" thing was starting to get to me,"

"Yeah, ABOUT THAT. What EXACTLY is going on here?!"

"I have no idea!" He grinned. "But it beats being stuck in a cell!" His trademark, maniacal laugh rang in your ears as you tried to process what was going on.

"But... But I... You slept in my bed!"

You were shoved against the nearest wall before you could blink, your head cracking against the wood. It hurt, but you had no time to register the pain as Dagur leaned down and chuckled darkly in your ear.

"I prefer to think of it as ours..."

You shivered as his fingers tangled themselves in your hair.

...One long, intense make out session later, you found yourself lying in your shared bed beside your somehow not-fictional boyfriend from another era in time.

"...So, what was that about attacking my friend?"

"He was going to kiss you."

"..." You giggled. "Oh, Dag... He was only kidding!"

"How do you know?"

"Oh, believe me, I know!"

"He's competition!"

"He's gay!"

"...What?"

"I'll explain tomorrow." You kissed his cheek and laid your head against him. You really were exhausted. And you were gonna need a lot of energy to destroy worlds and also show him off to your friends tomorrow.