*necromantic chants intensify*

Heather the Unhinged, my beloved <3

Like brother like sister

She knows what she's doing even though shes unsure at first

Naturally gifted and starts out kinda apprehensive but slowly steps into a more dom role

She makes you cum every time sorry i dont make the rules

Its not like she would let you leave without cumming anyway sooo

I think once she gets in the swing of it she’ll find that she really likes the idea of eating you out somewhere in nature

I'm envisioning you and heather in a forest on some scouting mission or something and she just gets the urge so she takes you behind a bush or into a cave

Doesn’t waste time with taking off your clothes and settles with your pants at your knees before quite literally DIVING in

Oh she loves eye contact

She grins while shes eating it too teehee

She’ll tease you too

“So loud for me. Does my tongue feel that good?”

“You want my fingers too? Anything for you, babe.”

Shes got her fingers inside you and her other hand on the back of your thigh squeezing it

She’d hook your leg over her shoulder and thats how you know shes about to make you see Thor

Snotlout

Oh he's in it for the love of the game

You couldn't tear him away from you even if you tried

Messy and inexperienced at first but boy is he confident!

He's trainable so that's the good news

Reallyyyy likes eating it while you're sitting down on a chair or something with him in between his legs, using his shoulders as leg rests

He can really get to work that way

Looks up for approval every now and then but mainly keeps his eyes focused between your legs

He wants to make sure he's doing everything perfectly for you so he is locked in

Will eat it night and day, breakfast, lunch, dinner, anytime, anywhere

Y'know that video of the guy that's like “wake up, eat it. go to work. come home from lunch. eat it. go back to work. leave work again just to eat it.”

That's Snotlout

Will beg for it

“Babe, I'm just saying - why wouldn't you want your super hot and talented boyfriend to eat you out right now?”

“Do we really have to show up to training on time? I can make it fast, I promise! They won't even realize we're late.”

Fishlegs

Fantasized about it for sure but never realized how sensual and intimate it was until he tried it

Soooo shy about it

You will have to talk him through it and give him directions

He wants it to be good for you but he's never done this before so the pressure is on

After getting used to it, he turns out to be pretty gentle and very attentive

Pays attention to your face and your body

Observes how your eyebrows furrow, your leg twitches, your stomach contracts - all of that

Uses that information to guide his next moves and drive you closer and closer to the edge

Not a certified eater like Snotlout but most certainly a certified pussy enjoyer

Loves making you feel adored and worshipped yk

Wants you to cum every single time and if you don't he will be very disappointed in himself

“No, it's not okay! I'm supposed to make you feel good. Just, show me what to do!"

Poor boy takes it personally even if you're just having a mental block day

He'll eventually understand not to take it too hard on himself

Wakes up craving it but he gets too shy asking for it

It's so obvious though

You'll just have to straight up ask him to go down on you

He will go so red but he definitely won't deny your request

"O-Oh, you mean right now? Well, I mean, sure, of course!"

Plays it cool but you can tell he wants it bad

Astrid

Knows what you like even before she tries it

Somehow naturally gifted at it

Service top vibes for sure

The first time she tries it she keeps asking you “is this okay?”

Will absolutely talk about how good you taste and will talk you through it in general

“Tell me how it feels, babe. How does my tongue feel on you?”

“So sweet and all for me. All mine, isn’t that right?”

Absolutely throws in a “Didn’t know you could get more beautiful” after you cum

Unless you ask her to she likes to keep things like this in a private setting

But very rarely she gets the urge to just push you up against a tree and get on her knees to taste you

It's rare though

Besides she can just make you wait until you both get back to her hut and spend all that time teasing you

Loves the build-up to it for sure

Like i mentioned earlier she’s nervous the first few times because she doesn’t want to give bad head

But after experimenting and seeing how you react to different things she has a game plan every time she goes down on you

Is a yearner in her own way and shows that though her lips and tongue

The type of head that leaves you breathless, sweaty, legs shaking, face flushed, and gripping onto her

I don’t think she has a preferred position

Whatever is most convenient or comfortable for you works for her

Tuffnut

Another trainable guy

Jokes about you letting him eat it but never expects you to actually let him

The moment you let him he's like “Wait, really? Like, really really? You'd let me?”

I don't know if i see him being super enthusiastic about it at first

He's mainly just trying to hype himself up because his jokes were all bite and no bark

He has no idea what he's doing

Will absolutely ask you questions during it

“Am I doing it right?” “So…I can put my tongue inside, too?”

Such a curious man

He would totally ask some of the other dragon riders for tips on giving head

He'll slowly start getting the hang of it after a little bit

As soon as you grab his hair to help guide him through it is the moment he starts seeing the appeal of it

He's in it for the taste and the being controlled by his girlfriend part

Will drop hints that he wants to eat it at the most inconvenient times

“So like, I was thinking after we finish this raid we could hang out at your hut, maybe show me some new moves or something?”

All the while you're in the middle of fighting off two hunters

The type of guy to literally eat it whenever and wherever

Will literally eat it behind a bush in the forest

Not even for the thrill of getting caught

He's just impatient like that

Ruffnut

Similar to tuffnut but definitely has more of an idea of what to do

I think she’d actually be kinda shy about it

To the point where you’d have to have one hand on her head guiding her while you tell her what to do and what feels nice

I think the first few times she might get frustrated since she’s not getting it

But she’s not a quitter

All she needed was a moment to regroup (and ask Astrid or one of the other dragon riders for some tips)

And boy does she come back swinging

She takes it slow and steady but confident

Still doesn’t quite know where to put her hands so she wraps them around your thighs

I think she’d have some wandering hands

She would melt if you pull her hair to guide her

After gaining some confidence, I think she would love having you sit on her face

I don’t think she’s super talkative but would occasionally throw in some comments when you pull her hair

“S-Shit, you love playing dirty, don’t you?”

If anything, I think she’d be the one responding to your dirty talk

“Fuck, Ruff. You always get me so wet and messy.” “Believe me, babe. I can taste it.”

All the while her mouth and chin are covered with your wetness

Hiccup

Again, another trainable man

Comparable to how Fishlegs is but with a tad more confidence

Will actually ask to try it instead of you bringing it up (points for initiative)

Wants it to be absolutely perfect but spoiler alert it isn't

No natural talent so he's kinda just fumbling around trying to figure out what to do

He'll be a bit stubborn at first and won't accept guidance but after some insistence he'll let you guide him

Alittle upset that he can't figure your body out himself

But puts his pride aside so he can make you feel good

He aims to make you cum every single time and is pretty good at doing so

Mentally keeps track of how many times he's made you cum and what you respond to most

Prefers eating it in his or your bed, classic style yk

On your back with him between your legs, maybe one hand holding your leg up

Not very sexually adventurous so he'll keep it limited to somewhere private and romantic

Maybe by a lake under the moonlight if he's feeling extra romantic and adventurous

I think he's a little talkative but not excessively so

He doesn't like to talk with his mouth full, yk?

But he also does want to tell you how amazing you taste, how beautiful you look - the whole works

"You're so gorgeous like this. Oh baby, I would keep you like this for hours if I could."

"You just taste too good. Can't get enough of you, never can."

I think he'd overstimulate you a little bit but nothing crazy

He'd like to see you squirm and jump at the feeling but wouldn't go much further (unless you asked)

Dagur

He and Snotlout are tied for the top eater in httyd

Both embody the “wake up. eat it.” dude

The difference between them is that Dagur has natural skill

He is naturally talented with that tongue of his and those fingers

Seesaws between nice soft dom and a teasing little jackass who somehow still has you melting in his arms

Will absolutely tell you to “cum for daddy” even if you don't have a daddy kink

Force of habit yk?

Likes being on his knees while he's eating it

You could be leaning against a tree with him in between your legs or on the edge of a bed with him between your legs

Encourages you to grab onto his hair

Intense eye contact that only mildly reminds you that he's slightly mentally unstable

Talks you through it every single time

If you guys are just chilling and he gets the urge, he'll definitely beg to eat it

But most of the time he just gives you a certain look

And you know what that look means

“Well, we have the next hour to spare. Whaddya say we go somewhere, just the two of us, so I can show you something special I learned with my tongue, hm?”

All while he's kissing your hand and up your arm

his favorite piece, you ask? your underwear. not just any but the ones you wear after going to the gym or the ones you wear when you cum in your pants

the gym panties are so addictive ♡ there’s this musk and sweat from your cock that clings to the fabric that he could never never get sick of

the smell he gets from them is so different from your usual clean soap scent from your body. don’t get him wrong! he loves the usual fresh smell, it makes him feel safe and loved! but there’s something about the smell from your panties that gets his hole wet and clenching ♡

sometimes in the morning he likes to wake you up by rubbing your half hard cock and that’s where he gets your cum stained underwear

well you know it can get lonely when you’re at work so even if he has to hold back in the morning to pull down your underwear and swallow that thick goopy cum down his throat for breakfast

in exchange he gets to suck the cum off the panties throughout the day! it’s like his little snack you know~

he’s really protective over laundry duties if you couldn’t tell already, even though he’s in no position to be tending to these dirty and trivial duties

other manor servants know by now that the laundry is strictly off limits unless they want to be stuck with taking care of the massive garden in the manor alone for a whole month

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There are mornings where it’s not the chirping birds or the sun rays of the morning sun shining between the gaps of the curtains and into your room.

Instead, it’s the slurping sounds your maid is making between your legs. Taking your thick cock into his mouth and running his tongue beneath you length.

He might look like a kitten but he sure doesn’t do kitten licks with you.

You combed your hands through his hair to make him look up at you while holding your cock down his throat.

“Goo-w nghhh♡”

slurp

“mo-wn-ing♡”

slurp

“mah-star♡”

You smiled at the attempt and place your hand gently your maids head to encourage him to take you all the way the base,

“Good morning Aeres.”

Aeres throat was used to this daily exercise and tried to clench his throat around your cock without gagging at the length.

Hollowing his cheeks, he tried to rock his face back and forth against your crotch. Trying to get the thick white liquid shooting out of your cock.

Pulling back slightly to suck on you type and circling his tongue on the tip and rubbing it on the whole to taste the salty pre cum

You moaned at the ministration and came down Aeres throat. Pushing his head back to the base again and feeling him suck the white cum coming of your cock.

Aeres finally let go on his death grip of your now soft cock. He crawled onto your lap and waiting for you to sit up on your bed to face him.

You smiled, there were times that Aeres liked to do this before you head off to work. While you pushed yourself off so you could be sitting a position.

Aeres waited with his mouth open showing you the pool of thick white goo, arching his back and placing his hands on your chest leaning towards you. His hips were inpatient and whined while rubbing against your thighs.

He didn’t need to beg further as you dipped two fingers into his mouth and began rubbing against the cum against his tongue.

“A-aaaah♡ nghhh♡♡~”

Aeres moaned against your fingers while you made sure to spread it on top of the roof of his mouth and thrusting your fingers towards the back of this throat. Coming back to his Aeres tongue to rub the cum into his taste buds making sure he remembers what your cum tastes like.

Once you had your fill, you closed his jaw with your stained fingers while wiping the cum mixed drool from his lips,

“Swallow for me.”

Aeres gulped audibly at your command and opened his mouth for you to check that he emptied its contents.

Closing in the distance to entangle his tongue with yours and you could taste yourself slightly on his tongue.

Being a dragon rider wasn't for the weak. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you tamed your first dragon. You understood how dangerous your life would become after your first battle against dragon hunters. Then you decided that your life wasn't difficult enough and you romanced probably the most hot-headed, viking chief and dragon rider in the entire archipelago. Every second week there seemed to be a dragon hunter attack, an attack from an enemy tribe or something else equally dangerous. Rouge dragons, rouge hunters, rouge assassins. The list could go on.

Your life was a storybook waiting to be written and your scars were the proof it had all happened. You loved to win. You lived for the feeling of victory and the celebration that came after a long battle. Maybe that's why you and Dagur got along so well. Both competitive to a dangerous degree. Both quick to step up to a challenge and see it through until the end. Both stubborn and passionate. The other dragon riders couldn't understand how you both got along, until they saw first hand just how similar you two were when in the same room.

The riders had assumed the two of you would collide with each other and be in constant disagreement. That, however, couldn't be further from the truth. The riders weren't sure if they should feel happy, or concerned by how much you and Dagur agree in conversation. He talked of battle, war, or killing traitors, assassins and enemy tribes and you somehow found ways to justify his statements.

"I hate traitors. Betraying their side to help the other, without a really good reason, is inexcusable. I could, however, forgive them if it was for a good cause." Dagur huffed out one morning.

"Is there ever a good reason to become a traitor? To betray those who you were previously so loyal to? I believe if someone was to betray once, they would do it again in a heartbeat and therefore are untrustworthy." You concluded.

"Uhhh, didn't Dagur betray Viggo?" Hiccup questioned.

"Technically, no. Dagur allied himself with Viggo briefly when they shared similar beliefs and morals, but I myself couldn't say he was completely loyal to him." You pointed out. "He was always loyal to his own side and his own tribe. The minute Viggo did something Dagur didn't agree with, he simply walked out on their agreement. That's technically not a betrayal. More of a business contract." You reasoned. Dagur took your hand into his with a smile and nodded in agreement.

"I wasn't loyal to Viggo, Hiccup. Dearest brother, it was a mutual agreement that ended when he decided to betray me by capturing my sister." Dagur explained. Hiccup didn't have the time or energy to argue with either of those points. He simply rubbed the bridge of his nose as you and Dagur continued your conversation, hardly noticing Hiccup's lack of participation.

That was one of many conversations that surprised the dragon riders. Out of everyone, the twins were the most likely to enjoy watching you and Dagur together. Putting you beside Dagur for meetings, fights, discussions, or anything really, was like adding fuel to a fire. Dagur's temper would rise, yet you could simmer it and then set it to explode at will. Dagur's strategies seemed half-baked and dangerous, until you added to it and made them worse. Basically, you had this man wrapped around your finger and if you asked him to set an enemy tribe on fire, he would do it in a heartbeat. Just as you would do the same for him.

One day, you joined Dagur in a meeting with an enemy tribe chief to discuss the possibility of peace. Dagur attempted to not let his temper get the best of him. The 'peaceful' discussion he attempted to have with this enemy tribe leader was quickly looking like a lost cause. They had no intentions of respecting Dagur as Tribe Chief and they continued to look down on him as too young and immature despite all his personal growth. Hiccup would've commended him greatly for his self restraint. Dagur had yet to throw a punch or flip a table at the horrifically rude things the chief across from him was saying. Until the chief brought up the rumours of Dagur purposefully hurting his father to become Berserker tribe chief. Dagur flinched, but you flew over the table in nearly one leap and threw the first blow.

It's honestly not your fault; if you asked Dagur, he'd say the chief should've known better since all of the rumours had been addressed and put to rest. He also should've expected retaliation, that's just common sense. The two of you left that meeting hand-in-hand, blood dripping down from your knuckles and mixing together before dripping onto the cobblestone floor, with matching nosebleeds and a cut or two from the hidden dagger the enemy chief pulled on you. The healer of your tribe patched you both up, focusing on scolding you two for being total troublemakers and visiting nearly every second day. She bandaged your knuckles, clotted the bleeding in your noses and as she stitched your cuts, you and Dagur kept eye contact with cheeky smiles you'd expect to see from a couple of trouble-making children. The enemy chief had to be rolled back to their ship in a wheelbarrow due to the severity of their injuries and their nasty concussion from all of the sharp blows to their head.

The Berserkers have a saying...actually they have many sayings, but the one you love the most is 'lovers injured together, stay together'. The Berserkers are of the understanding that bonds are formed best through battle, by fighting together against a common enemy. It'd been proven many times that lovers that fight side-by-side are much stronger. You spend so much time with your loved one, admiring them and wooing them, you pick up on their tiniest behaviours and quirks. Hence, partners are stronger in battle when together. They know how the other will react, strike and dodge and the whole scene simply unravels from there.

During one incidence, you made a tiny slip up by drifting too far from Dagur as you both were surrounded by a few dragon hunters. It ended up being two against one: two dragon hunters against one dragon rider. Dagur fared well, fighting with Berserker shouts and taunts. You held your own very well, however one of the dragon hunters pulled a cheating move. He lined up an attack, faked out, dodged yours and quickly ducked down so the other hunter could jump over his back. He brought his sword down onto your shoulder in a slicing motion and cut deep. Pain suddenly shot through your shoulder, travelling up and down your arm and across your collarbone, you couldn't help the cry that escaped past your lips despite your best efforts to stand tall and retaliate.

In an instant, Dagur's head turned to you and he watched as you rapidly brought your leg up and clocked the dragon hunter in the head as hard as you could. He stumbled back which gave you time to regain a firm grip on your sword and slice across the chest of the other surprised dragon hunter. He toppled over to the ground and grasped at his chest as blood steadily flowed out. Your injury burned with pain, yet you kept a firm gaze on the asshole that dealt the blow. He slowly stood back up and looked at his injured partner with fear glazing his eyes. You took that as an opportunity to advance and you swung your sword to his neck. He locked back in and deflected your blows, backing up and he did so. So you continued to advance, backing him into a corner.

Dagur watched in concern, seeing how much blood had escaped from your shoulder and seeped into your tunic. Yet, he continued to deflect his own opponents attacks. He had multiple cuts and scrapes at that point and decided the sooner the battle was over, the better. He turned back to his two opponents and kicked the feet out from under the hunter closest to him. Next, he went to swing his sword at the other hunter's shoulder, and as the dragon hunter held his sword up to block, Dagur switched his maneuver and instead threw a punch straight to his nose. The hunter went stumbling back, hitting his head on the ground as he fell. His partner stood up and advanced to defend him, but it was of little use. Dagur now had the upper hand in the fight and they knew it. He easily deflected each attack sent his way before he knocked his opponent to the ground. He brought his sword down into both their chests and then left the two injured and defeated dragon hunters where they lie. He turned to watch you once more. You had also ended your fight.

You had successfully backed the dragon hunter up into a corner and saw a shadow slowly approach from behind. You didn't let on; you instead threw a surprise roundhouse kick to the hunter in front of you before you quickly rolled to the side using your good shoulder. The dragon hunter behind you had swung his sword in a downward motion just as you dodged and rolled to the side, and instead the blow landed on his teammate, cutting deep into his hip and thigh. Their fearful eyes locked with one another. While they were dazed and distracted, you pierced the standing hunter through his stomach and kicked him to the side once you were done with him. Next you jabbed your sword into his partner's chest and watched him for a moment more to ensure he didn't stand back up. Neither hunter had the energy, or blood, to remain conscious and continue the fight. You had also begun feeling faint, lightheaded and dizzy.

It felt like you were walking on air with each step you took. Like the ground beneath you was both there, and not there. Dagur was by your side in an instant, letting you lean against him as you walked. You both walked to your dragons at a slow and easy pace. Your dragons had been tangled up by the hunter's ropes and immobilized by the heavy balls of metal that weighed the rope down. Dagur carefully sat you down on a rock before he cut the dragons loose. Then he picked you up and positioned you on the back of his dragon, sitting up behind you to ensure you would not fall off during the flight home. Your dragon nudged your calf and gave you a little lick as if to ask, 'are you okay?'. With a smile, you leaned down just low enough to pet the dragon's nose.

Whilst you pet your dragon, Dagur reached into his saddlebag and pulled out some bandages. He tightly wrapped your shoulder and offered you a drink of water. Once your wound was covered, he ordered both dragons to fly back home. They took off. Dagur's dragon was aware of his second passenger's injury and made sure to fly in a steady, straight line at a quick, but easy speed. During the flight, you had passed out a few times. Dagur let your head fall back onto his chest. He kept one arm around your waist as the other directed his dragon. You weren't sure when you arrived back home, but you were very aware of the stinging in your shoulder when the tribe healer began to clean the wound. Once she had cleaned the wound, she stitched it up and packed some herbs over top to prevent infection. She wrapped your shoulder in bandages and then turned to Dagur's injuries. He had many little cuts and scrapes and she simply had to sigh and proceed. He guiltily rubbed the back of his neck and let her clean, stitch up and bandage each cut and each scrape. This took quite a little while and once she was finished, the healer couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her.

Finally, you both were patched up and ready for a good sleep. But Dagur didn't let you. He took you to your hut and made sure you ate some of Heather's cooking before you slept. He was prepared to beg, but Heather cooked for the both of you without any complaint. She was quite used to you both being excellent fighters, but bad cooks. She cooked up two plates of mutton, gravy and eggs and it was absolutely delicious. The mutton practically melted in your mouth and was seasoned with salt, pepper and some other spices you couldn't remember. Heather showed you a few times, but you never could remember what each and every individual spice and herb tasted like. But when added to food, or gravy, they tasted divine. Especially on an empty stomach, which as you know makes all food taste good.

You weren’t the only star in the sky, but you were the only one descending to the earth. The wind was deafening, but just over it, you could hear a voice calling to you. A shout reduced to a whisper in your ears.

It was supposed to be an easy mission, the kind you'd already gone on a hundred times. A surprise attack under cover of night, raining destruction from above on the hunters' camp. Normally, you had no trouble with these missions. You would have executed your part perfectly, and then you would have gone home to celebrate a job well done. It was as simple as that. So how had you gone wrong here? Had their aim improved, or did the fault lie with you and your own failings?

However it had happened, you were here now. A net was tangled in your dragon's wing, making it impossible to stay in the air. Try as you might, you couldn't untangle it, not while they were panicking and thrashing about. You nearly fell off just trying.

So here you were, the woods below racing towards you. The falling star was about to fizzle out. Your only hope lay with your dragon, that perhaps they'd pull off a miracle.

And thankfully for you, a miracle they did pull.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

The longer Dagur found himself allied with the Grimborns, the more he thought it to be a mistake.

The alliance made sense at the time. They were both dragon hunters, their goals appeared to align. More importantly than anything else, they had a common enemy. But where Dagur was focused on revenge, Viggo was much more interested in profits. It might not have been so large a problem, but Dagur kept getting roped into things that really had nothing to do with him. It felt more like being an employee than an ally.

This trip, at least, was a bit more his speed. The Grimborns' usual source of changewing acid had dried up, so they'd sent out a hunting party to replace it, Dagur at its head. This was just the kind of job he liked to pull off. Changewings were tricky beasts, with their tendency to vanish into thin air, and Dagur loved a challenge. He would have to keep a few alive for Viggo, but after that? He would have the run of the island.

The hunting party had arrived on site the previous day. They got camp set up, erecting their tents and making sure their defenses were ready. Dagur had led a few men out today, but they found nothing of significance. A few critters were scurrying about, but there was a notable lack of dragons. Odd, considering the island was reported to be crawling with the things. Hopefully they'd have better luck tomorrow.

The sun had just set on the island, leaving the hunters to their supper. The scent of roasted boar wafted through the air, but Dagur had already had enough. He was sitting on the ground by his tent, watching the sky. That seemed to be where his eyes usually came to rest. It probably read as paranoid to others. He was always on the lookout for attack, but he had his reasons. An attack meant bloodshed, chaos, a chance to take down his nemesis. And it also meant getting a glimpse of you.

"Done eating?" A shadow cast over his face, and Heather came into view. She was standing over him, one hand on her hip and the other holding a plate of food. Dagur had been overjoyed when his sister returned to him, and he much preferred when she came on expeditions with him, but he hadn't been expecting her to tag along on this one. The one thing she refused to give up was her dragon, and he knew very well she didn't like seeing any of the scaly things come to harm. Volunteering for a hunting trip was out of character for her. But he who was he to refuse her company? Especially after so long without her. So, he'd accepted it without much question.

"Ugh, I've had more than enough." Dagur gagged. "These idiots couldn't cook a good meal to save their lives." He was pretty sure he'd eaten dirt that tasted better than whatever it was he'd just consumed.

Heather dropped down next to him with her food. She hadn't tried it yet, so she took a bite to see what he meant. "Hm… Yeah, it's not great, I'll give you that." She sat there, considering the taste for a second. "Should've cooked it longer," she concluded. " And I think they roasted it heavier on one side than the other."

"We really pulled the short straw with these guys, huh?" He snickered. Dagur's gaze finally broke from the sky, falling instead to his sister. She'd been back for a good few months now, and he was happy to have her back. Sure, she acted a bit strangely, and her dragon was freaky. Honestly, he felt she'd forgiven him too quickly. But she was his sister, and it would be stupid to complain about forgiveness. The dragon left him alone for the most part, so everything was okay in his books.

He had almost everything he wanted.

Almost.

You were that missing piece that remained stubbornly out of reach. Each time you met, he'd beg you to come with him, and each time, you'd staunchly refuse. But maybe, someday, you'd change your mind. You'd finally realize this was the better option, and Dagur would stop staring at the sky. You could bring your dragon, he wouldn't mind, just as long as you were there.

Speaking of dragons, Windshear had come to rest behind her rider. That wasn't particularly surprising, she went everywhere with Heather. But right now, something seemed off with the dragon. She was alert, her gaze darting across the camp. It was like she expected something to jump out at her any second. Maybe not an unreasonable assumption, in all honesty - most people in this camp would jump at the chance to harvest a razorwhip's scales.

"Does that thing ever relax?" He asked, scooting away from Windshear's restless tail. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten cut by being too close to her.

"She's just a little on edge," Heather answered, reaching up to press a hand to her dragon's nose. "She's in an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people. She can probably sense there are other dragons on the island. She'll calm down after a few days."

He sincerely hoped she was right about that. Dagur didn't want to be around that thing while it was on edge. He'd learned to tolerate Windshear more than most dragons, but if he had to fight her, he would, and he didn't want to have to do anything to his sister's pet in front of her.

Instead of dwelling on the thought, he turned back to the sky. It was purely out of habit, he wasn't really expecting anything to happen. The chances that the riders had found out about this particular hunt without an inside informant was near impossible. All he was expecting to find were stars.

And he did find the stars, but he didn't find only the stars.

He jumped to his feet right as the first explosion hit.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

It was Hiccup who fired the first shot.

The hunters' camp was right where Heather had said it would be, and it was just as she'd described it - occupied by a couple dozen men, and defended by three catapults. At least, it had been defended by three catapults, until you struck.

You watched as the first of three exploded into splinters. Instantly, the clearing below erupted into shouts, men scrambling for their weapons and trying to avoid the debris that had once been their protection. You had the advantage of surprise, but it would last for long.

The goal was to do as much damage as quickly as possible, forcing them to leave the island without their supplies. The top priority was their weapons. Once you didn't have to worry about being fired at, you could move on to other matters.

Wordlessly, the formation broke. By now, the hunters had gotten ahold of their crossbows, but arrows whizzing past your face was nothing new. You trusted your dragon. Their reflexes were far more refined than yours, and you knew they'd keep you out of harm's way. You were focused on the larger weapons, one of which was loaded and aimed at you.

“(D/n), catapult!” You barely had to say it before your dragon was barrel-rolling out of the way. That was a wasted shot - good. It would take them time to reload, giving you time to retaliate.

You leaned forward and prompted your dragon to dive. Your descent was steep, bringing you so close to the ground, one might've thought you were landing. You continued to fly low over their camp, and from your dragon's mouth, a stream of fire followed. Before you, men scattered. You brought fire as though it were rain, and destruction rained upon their camp. In this moment, you were to be feared.

In the split second before you pivoted back upwards, you came face to face with him. Spiked red hair, beard to match, a scar across his face. You were mere feet apart. You weren’t shocked to see him, but he certainly looked shocked to see you.

Then, you were making the steep climb through the air, leaving Dagur behind.

You always felt odd, coming face to face with him. You’d been friends, once, before the dragons. Even after that, your interactions had always reflected more than what was warranted. There was a time you had found yourself alone with him, and by the time you took your leave, everything had changed between the two of you.

You eagerly awaited each meeting just as much as you dreaded each meeting.

You were back in the sky, gliding just out of reach of their arrows. You made a quick scan of the clearing below, now lit by your handiwork. While you’d been burning a path through the camp, the second catapult had been taken out. That meant there was only one left to worry about, and Astrid was already en route to take care of it.

That was your fatal mistake, assuming that she had it under control. You saw her and immediately took all attention off the weapon. If you'd been watching, you would've seen it coming. But you weren't. You didn't know anything was wrong until you heard Astrid shouting, and by then, you had already been hit.

Your body shook with the impact, and down you went. Down, down, through the air, through the trees, time slowing to a crawl, and you were gone.

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The past few minutes had been a complete whirlwind.

Dagur was born on the battlefield. It was his happy place. Seeing that man without blood on his hands felt a bit like looking at an unfinished painting. Unfortunately, it was quite difficult from him to get blood on his hands when his opponents were playing a particularly intense game of keep-away in the sky.

"Damn it, have none of you shot a dragon before?" He shouted over the din. The camp had broken into largely useless chaos - some men went for their weapons, but others were running around like headless chickens, contributing absolutely nothing to the fight. "Aim for the dodge, idiots, aim for the dodge! Someone get me a fucking crossbow!"

Clearly, the men Viggo had sent with them were incompetent. Dagur lost sight of Heather shortly after she mounted her dragon, but the Gronckle was also missing. She must have chased him off. What was that rider's name? He could never remember. Birdarms? Something like that. That was besides the point - Heather was gone, and everyone else was plain stupid. If anything was going to be done, Dagur would have to do it himself.

Dagur continued shouting orders as he looked for a weapon. He'd been stupid to let his guard down. You should never be caught in battle unarmed. He was running for the hunting supplies when the wind rushed past him. The field was afire, and he was eye to eye with a dragon. Not just any of dragon, your dragon. There you were, mere feet from him. He could reach out and touch you, if he wanted. Your eyes glistened in the light of the fire, meeting his own.

You were most beautiful when you were wreaking havoc.

And just like that, you were gone. Dagur stood there in awe, though he knew he should be grabbing something to shoot with. That always happened when you were with the riders. Curse you for being such a distraction - it put him at a distinct disadvantage. That probably wouldn't be remedied if you were by his side, but at least it wouldn't come with that ache in his chest.

Dagur was brought back to his senses by the heat. Everything was on fire, including the majority of the camp's equipment. Only one catapult remained, to the detriment of everyone on the ground. Something needed to be done. He'd finally found a weapon, a crossbow discarded on the ground. Someone must have dropped it in their hurry to get out of your way.

He loaded an arrow into the crossbow. Now, he was ready to shoot anyone who descended far enough that they'd be in range. Oh, how he'd love to bring Hiccup down on that dragon of his.

Unfortunately, it was not Toothless who would be hit tonight.

"IT'S A HIT!" He heard someone call. Finally, those idiots had landed a blow on someone. He looked up in delight, hoping to see a nightfury falling to the earth, but he would not be so lucky. It wasn't a nightfury, or a zippleback, or even a gronckle. It was your dragon that was plunging down to the woods.

"Shit-" he mumbled under his breath. He ought to stay here and keep the situation under control. He was the head of the party, and his second in command was absent. But the situation was already out of control, wasn't it? It was all burning. Whatever they managed to save wouldn't be enough to sustain them. No matter where it went from here, they were leaving this island empty-handed. Why should he stay?

He sprinted off with his crossbow, away from the camp and into the woods. The air got cooler the further he got from the fire. He'd come up with some excuse later. He was making sure you were truly dead, maybe, ensuring you wouldn't be a problem. He was already a loose cannon. No one would be surprised by his elopement.

It wasn't hard to pinpoint where you'd gone down. Your descent had caused a lot of damage. A path of mangled trees marked your path; all he had to do was follow it.

And there you were. He could only barely see you, just the top of your head. The rest was obscured by your dragon. A majestic beast, to be sure, but heavily injured. They were bleeding from several gashes cut by tree branches, and their wing was still tangled in the net. He doubted they could even fly in this state. And yet, despite their injuries, they were still fiercly protective of you.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Dagur stepped back as the overgrown reptile snarled at him. They were shielding you with one wing, and though they was snapping their jaws at him, they weren't advancing. They didn't seem eager to leave your side. "Calm down! You don't gotta set the forest on fire!"

You blacked out around the time you hit the trees. It was a small mercy, saving you from the sensation of your skin ripping open, but only a small one. Once you woke, you could feel every ounce of pain shooting through your body. It would have been a lot worse if (d/n) hadn't cushioned your fall. They'd taken the worst of it, and yet they were still trying to protect you, even now at their lowest.

It occurred to you, once you were fully conscious, that you should probably question what they were protecting you from.

There was someone there, a person. Not one of your friends, or (d/n) wouldn't be so hostile. A hunter come to finish you off, most likely, or so you thought until you heard him speak.

"(D/n), down." Something cracked in your ribs as you sat up. Something else cracked as you soothed your dragon, bringing their wing away from its defensive position. Gods above, it hurt like Hel. The fact you were even upright was a miracle.

Though confused, you dragon lowered their wing, retreating behind you so you were leaning against them. Sure enough, there he was, crossbow in hand. He was staring at your dragon like they would attack at any moment. Maybe not an unwarranted assumption, but as long as you told them to stand down, they would.

Dagur took a cautious step forward, waiting for a reaction. When your dragon didn't lunge for him, he dashed to your side. "Holy shit, how are you conscious right now?"

You weren't in good shape, to say the least. You were bleeding in a few places, but for the most part, you had been saved from anything catastrophically bloody. Your left arm was at an odd angle, definitely broken, but your other limbs seemed fine. Your ribs were another story, if your breathing was any indicator. Overall, while it wasn't good, it could be significantly worse.

"It's okay, it's okay," he started chanting. His words weren't particularly convincing, but they seemed to be more for his benefit than yours. "Just a couple of broken bones. No biggie, right? You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine."

"Would you stop that?" Oh, talking hurt. Every word felt like a dagger was being driven into your chest. And yet, you pushed through it.

"Stop what?"

"Talking to yourself like a crazy person." As if that wasn't exactly what he was. You didn't earn the epithet "The Deranged" for nothing.

"Oh, I'm sorry for trying to be comforting." You didn't find his panicked speech particularly comforting, but maybe it was helping him. Clearly he was shaken if he'd broken off from camp to find you. If that tidbit got back to the Grimborns, their trust with him would certainly take a hit. Then again, you had just set said camp on fire, so maybe leaving was the better choice regardless.

While you were alternating between considering such things and finding yourself overwhelmed by how badly it hurt, the man kneeling before you was trying to decide on a plan of action. Dagur wasn't a stranger to injury by any means. It came with life on the battlefield. But the forest floor was not the best place to set a bone, especially next to a dragon he was pretty sure would bite his head clean off if you showed any sign of discomfort. And yet, what else was there for him to do?

"Okay, (y/n), I'm going to try and set the bone back in place-"

"No!" To his great confusion, you reached up to stop him. "If you set the bone-" You were cut off by a sharp pain shooting through your body. The pain in your arm was really quite dull next to that in your chest - you must have at least two broken ribs, since the pain wasn't relegated to one side. Maybe more.

You took a moment to compose yourself before continuing. "If you set it, Gothi won't have to, and she'll know someone else did. It'll raise questions." You paused again, wishing the pain would pass. It did not. "Wait for the others."

Wait for the others. It was sound advice, sure, but when would your peers come for you? The selfish part of Dagur, the part that would usually prevail, hoped it wouldn't be for a while. Each moment with you was precious, and this moment would pass as soon as your friends came for you. But it was different this time. You needed to get out of here and see a healer, and for once, he wanted you to leave as soon as possible.

"Well, I'm not leaving you alone here."

Of course he wasn't. Truthfully, you didn't want him to. You didn't want to be lost here, hurt and alone with a dragon liable to kill themself trying to keep you safe. You didn't want the pain to be the only thing keeping you company.

So you didn't protest when he settled in next to you. He came to sit next to you, on the side of your good arm. He seemed nervous being so close to your dragon, but when they didn't attack him, he relaxed.

There you sat, leaning back against your dragon with Dagur sitting at your side. It was hard to focus on much beyond your hurting chest. Every so often, your dragon would growl at something in the darkness. As much pain as you were in, you were more worried about them than yourself. You wished there was something you could do, but you'd just have to wait for the other riders.

Dagur, feeling pretty helpless himself, was left holding your hand. You would hold it limply, most of your strength gone at the moment, but every so often you would squeeze hard. It was a reflex that came with the sudden bursts of pain.

You weren't sure how long you sat there in silence. Dagur never remained quiet for long, but he rarely found himself in this situation. He didn't know what to do with himself, sitting next to a loved one in pain. The logical thing, he thought, would be to treat the injury, but you'd already refused that. Comfort didn't come naturally to him, so would it not be better to keep his mouth shut?

For potentially the first time ever, you were the one to break the silence. "Tell me about your day?" You asked. You needed something besides your broken bones to focus on - it felt like you'd go crazy otherwise. "Or whatever else you want to talk about, anything's fine."

You were asking for sound. You were giving him instructions, and he finally had something to do.

To your great relief, as well as his, he started to talk.

"I'm really starting to think Viggo's an idiot," he started. "Either that, or he's setting me up for failure." You honed in on his voice. Not many people would think of it as calming - no, it had this underlying madness to it, this sort of sound that made you expect maniacal laughter at any moment. But it wasn't about the voice itself for you, it was about who the voice belonged to. You'd learned that hearing his voice meant you were safe. No matter how far you fell, he was always there waiting on the ground.

"You wouldn't believe how stupid the people he sends with us are. I mean, I thought my crew was bad, but gods, it's like these guys never learned basic life skills! It's a miracle no one's died on this trip yet. Well, not that I know of, anyway. I'm pretty sure you set one guy on fire back there, so uh, don't know how he's doing." He broke into a short laugh. Only he would find the image of one of his own on fire to be funny. There was something wrong in that brain of his, but then again, there had to be something messed up in your own to match it.

"Sorry about that." Whispering didn't negate the struggle that came with talking, but it eased it a little bit. Then again, it could just as easily have been a placebo effect. "In my defense, he was in the way. It's not easy to divert (d/n)'s path when they're already going."

"No hard feelings. It's probably better for him in the long run - maybe he'll remember how to think while he's out of commission!" You could feel his laughter next to you as much as hear it. He thought his own jokes were so funny, and while that was an annoying trait in most people, you liked to hear his laugh. It was as loud and boisterous and him.

Being next to him felt right. This was right, and yet, it wouldn't stick. Not as long as you were you, and he was him. Both of you knew that. It always came to an end, and it would end again tonight.

And as much as Dagur wanted to ask you to come with him, he knew better. This wasn't a night for dredging up that argument. It was bad enough seeing you slumped over from your injuries - he didn't want to start a fight with you on top of it.

That was something special about you. He didn't want to fight with you. Anyone else he was ready to face, to scream at and bash open and rip to pieces, but that wasn't what you deserved. You weren't an ant to be crushed under his boot. You were more than anyone.

The clock on your time together was ticking down. This was never going to be a particularly long meeting. The fight had been basically over when Dagur ran from it, and the dragon riders had an annoying tendency to never leave each other behind. He was telling you about supper that night when he heard the first shout for you.

You didn't hear it at first, lost in the constraints of your physical body and the small comfort of his voice. You didn't know anything was happening until he abruptly stopped talking. He moved away from you, and your eyes snapped open. There you saw him, now standing, looking up at the sky.

He was going to leave. You knew it was for the best, but you still wished it could be different.

He knelt back down, grabbing his crossbow from where it had been left on the ground. You took a moment to memorize how he looked in the moonlight, how his silhouette glowed.

Then, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I better see you in the sky again, or I'm coming to get you myself."

He stood back up, began to retreat, and then the moonlight was blocked out.

There was a loud thud next to your dragon, who finally seemed to drop their guard with the arrival of the cavalry. Stormfly's tail bristled, poised like a scorpion's stinger, and Astrid jumped before her dragon was fully on the ground.

"Get the fuck away!"

One of her axes went flying past Dagur, and he broke into a sprint. When she was sure he'd vanished into the woods, Astrid turned and dropped to her knees in front of you. "Are you okay?! Stormfly, go signal the others!"

You felt the rush of air as Stormfly took off, and you felt the warmth of Astrid's palms as she set them on your shoulders. She was here now. You'd be safe. You and your dragon were going to heal, and everything would be alright.

For a quiet moment, you sat there, letting Astrid assess your injuries. And as she did, you looked over her shoulder, staring in the direction Dagur had run away in.

It wasn't the first time he'd run, and it wouldn't be the last either. But to leave, he had to be there first, and wasn't that the important part? That he'd been there.