#dagla

I admit I had to look this one up. I personally don’t see either of them as straight, (unless “straight” here just means m/f relationship. Sorry getting pedantic.)

Chance Encounters

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For 1862, see this post

Chance Encounters is a modern AU of DreamWorks Dragons: Race to the Edge (How to Train Your Dragon franchise), focused on Dagur and Mala (a rarepair, I know), featuring sailing and wildlife conservation, wildly improbable villains and an entire archipelago's worth of made-up geography. If I ever finish it.

Snippet:

“Excuse me,” she said, faking a polite smile, indicating the window seat next to the man occupying the aisle seat with a tiny jerk of her head.

He looked up fleetingly, gave her a curt nod and got up out of his seat without a word.

How do you handle that?

I would happily be absorbed into their fucked up relationship and form a polycule just on the basis of them being hot and very kinky.

Would they fight over me? Probably, because that’s how they are! Might make my self confidence go up though!

Would I want this to be a long term thing? No. I am not here to fix their marriage issues. (I can see them having plenty.)

But yeah, I’d say I’d be flattered if those two showed interest in me! Glad that neither of them are subtle about that kind of thing, because the autism makes me kind of clueless as to if someone is into me like that or not.

They seem like the type to do that

“I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

“Think about what?” Dagur asked with a smirk. He knew exactly what Mala was referring to. They were attending an important banquet, and Dagur had a hand on her thigh under the table, teasing her with gentle touches.

Mala shot him a glare. “You know what.”

Dagur’s hand crept a little farther up her thigh. “I’m afraid I don’t.” His grin was mischievous.

“Dagur…”

“I—”

“We are at a banquet!” she hissed. “Touch me later, or I will castrate you in front of everyone here!”

Dagur stopped. He knew his wife was joking, but he also knew that such a threat meant punishment in the bedroom later. He liked that quite a lot, but he’d wanted to be the dominant one tonight.

Well, fucked that up.

Dagur removed his hand from Mala’s thigh, and she sat up straighter, looking pleased with herself. Dagur thought maybe he was in the clear for now, but she kicked him in the shin underneath the table.

Dagur had to keep in any sound of pain. He hurriedly picked up his goblet and winced into his wine.

Spotify would straight up not plan the song, so I had to go find it on Apple Music.

“Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!” Mala shrieked, scrambling to pull her blankets around her to hide herself as Dagur finished climbing into her bedroom. 

“Uh, actually, it’s 4:23am,” Dagur corrected, as if his girlfriend hadn’t screamed at him, as if he hadn’t just climbed in through her fucking window. He eyed her up and down. “I’ve… seen you  naked. Why are you covering yourself?”

“I was startled,” Mala responded, realizing that Dagur was correct in that behavior being silly. She tended to sleep naked, and she and Dagur weren’t unfamiliar with each other’s bodies. “I’m still startled. You didn’t answer my question!”

Dagur shrugged, then turned and closed the window. “I wanted ice cream and figured it would be a nice date.”

“Dagur.”

“Uh huh?” He turned back to her.

“No place is going to be open right now.”

Dagur plopped himself down on her bed. “I… did not think of that.”

Mala rolled her eyes and gave him a light, affectionate punch on the shoulder. “Of course you didn’t.” She threw her blankets off of her, reaching for her dresser to find something to wear. “Come on. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer.”

Dagur gave a big, toothy grin. “You better have Moose Tracks.”