Dagcup Week

Out of all the enemies Hiccup had made throughout the years, Dagur the Deranged was the one he had never seen redeeming himself until it happened. He hasn’t expected it in the slightest though his obsession with Hiccup was obvious as it could be. Perhaps it should have been expected. Still, it surprised him.

He remembered that day, over a year ago now, when Dagur had truly proven himself. He’d saved them, both of them, and when Hiccup was in trouble he had run back into the cave he’d helped them find and begged Toothless to trust him.

The loud footsteps were what had woken Toothless up. He saw a breathless, worried Dagur.

“You gotta help me Tee,” he said as he scrambled for one of the weapons on the walls.

Toothless watched him with careful eyes, making sure he didn’t miss a single breath the man took.

Dagur tucked one of the swords away and turned towards Toothless. “Hiccup,” he managed to say through his panting, “he’s in trouble. You’ve gotta help me save him, Toothless.”

That was the day Toothless trusted Dagur enough to save Hiccup. Over time he proved himself to be worthy of much more trust than Toothless had originally thought he could be given. Granted if a single hair on his body could be trusted than that would give him more trust than Toothless once thought he could ever deserve.

Dagur had changed so much in the span of four, bearing five, years. He had fought his way into Toothless’s good graces. That is the only reason he let Dagur in the house when he came by.

He bowed his head in respect and thanks. Toothless did the same. With Valka still holding the door open, Toothless walked outside with her following him. The door shut behind them and Toothless placed his trust into Dagur’s hands.

Sleuther was waiting outside for them. He, too, bowed his head as a way to pay his respects.

Toothless curled up by the door as a guardian. His thoughts began to go where they’d been going for the past two weeks, back to that day. Back to a mad man who killed without conscious or mercy, a fight between two great beings, an alpha’s command he could not resist, the haze clearing, Stoick covered in ice because of him, because he couldn’t fight a command. It was his fault.

What made him feel even more guilt was in ways he was thankful. He was thankful it was Stoick and not Hiccup. He didn’t know what he’d do without him. His life before Hiccup almost glazed. It was as though it was covered in a fog but he knew he wasn’t half as happy without Hiccup as he was with him.

Still, because of his mistakes, because he wasn’t strong enough, Hiccup was hurting and. . . and so was he. He didn’t like to think of that part. He didn’t like to think of his own pain. It felt selfish when he wasn’t the one who lost a father but. . . he missed him terribly.

He felt a light hit to his back. He snapped at Sleuther who looked unbothered by the action and simply nested to lay on the ground beside him. His tails clicking and clacking as he wrapped they around each other over and over again.

“Out of all the people in the Archipelago, I would have guessed Oswald before I guessed Stoick,” Valka said aloud, catching the attention of both dragons.

She sat on the other side of the door. She stared off into the distance with her head rested against the outer wall of the hut. Her greying hair not pulled back into several large braids but instead left loose, hanging freely save for two small braids at the front of her head. The expression she wore, Toothless could only describe as wistful.

“He was always far more agreeable than Stoick,” she said.

The faintest hint of a smile on her lips while tears began to well up in her eyes though they didn’t fall. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. She leaned further against the hut.

“I remember when Dagur first met Hiccup. He’d been so small and so young, barely past the age of a babe. He’d been fascinated by how there was someone smaller than him. He crawled up into the bed with me so he could put his hands on Hiccup and help me hold him. Now he’s in his twenties and covered in battle scars but so is Hiccup.” She sighed again, “Where did the time go?”

Sleuther and Toothless shared a glance before they both got up and walked over to her. Toothless put his head in her lap while Sleuther provided a steady weight at Toothless’s side.

They didn’t go in until nightfall when an argument between Dagur and Hiccup broke out that they could all hear. They rushed in and Hiccup was trying to immerse himself in building plans. Dagur was trying to stop him.

“I need to get these done, Dagur,” Hiccup told him in a raised voice.

Dagur looked at him, so clearly unamused. “Hiccup, you are a horrible liar.”

Hiccup glared at him and silence followed it as they locked eyes in a staring contest Hiccup didn’t win. “I have to get this done by the end of the week,” Hiccup said.

“And it’s Monday,” Dagur told him. “You need sleep.” Hiccup continued to glare at him and Dagur sighed. “Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.”

Hiccup barely had time to react before Dagur had him thrown over his shoulder. As Hiccup banged against his back and struggled against his hold, Dagur turned to Valka and bid her a goodnight. She had a bemused smile on her lips as she watched him carry Hiccup upstairs with Toothless trailing behind them.

Dagur gently placed Hiccup on the bed and he immediately tried to bolt towards the door which Toothless shut with his tail.

“Really, bud?” Hiccup asked.

Toothless answered by making a noise resembling a rumbling laugh.

Dagur walked up behind Hiccup and placed a kiss to his shoulder. “We just want you to take care of yourself,” he said.

“I do take care of myself,” Hiccup said, not fighting as Dagur moved to pull his shirt up over his head but not exactly helping either.

Dagur placed another kiss against Hiccup’s skin but this time it was on his cheek, just beneath the bags under his eyes. “I know you try.”

He led Hiccup to the bed and took off his prosthetic for him. He then did the same with Toothless’s. He gave a thankful coo and was met with a small pat on the head.

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