[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

He had been flying for a while, his dragon racing across the darkened skies. Sunset just on the horizon as he flew on Zaohr.
He finally dipped down towards the land, mist hanging perpetually in the air. Harsh wing beats were heard as he landed, his dragon seeming to be worse for wear. He gave it a pat, the action receiving a harsh nip from Zaohr. He grimaced and threw the dragon a fish, to which it practically inhaled. A sigh escaped his lips as he took in his surroundings, finding an almost eerie light to the land. It was covered in mist and quiet, the red and orange light from the sunset reflecting off of the fog gave for an interesting appearance. A soft growl came from the dragon behind him and he quickly held a finger up to his lips in a hushing motion. His dragon, thankfully, silenced himself.

What was he doing here?

That was simple, he was on the hunt. He was trying to find a very certain someone and so far he had very little luck.
He wanted to catch a glimpse of that mismatched tail, the rider with emerald eyes and auburn hair. Oh yes, he was one the hunt alright. His dragon however, was seemingly unimpressed by the stalking they had been doing. So as a compromise he gave the beast rest and food instead of nonstop flying like he wanted. It kept the beast from attacking him and he dared to say that he had trained the beast.

Granted he still thought of Zaohr as a pack mule more than anything.

He bared his teeth at the thought, the need for a Nightfury or Skrill far more appealing than a Deadly Nadder. He supposed the beast did make for a decent mount however, he was lacking in something essential. He was in need of a saddle, maybe if he caught his quarry he could convince the rider to offer him a saddle. Well, by convince he meant force, a little bit of rough play certainly got most far. He shook himself from his thoughts and grabbed hold of his dragons frontal horn as he looked out at the fog. He was trying to discern what direction to head in next. Praying for a glimpse of the Nightfury his prey seemed to love so much.

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Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

Try not to fly past sundown, words often given but rarely heeded by the one they were given to. He always felt an itch to go, to see, to find, even if that brought him to places he'd discovered before, though the pair hadn't quite explored this area as deeply as he would have liked the last time they came in this direction, enough to name it, but that was about as far as they'd gotten. There was still plenty of sunlight anyway, which caused the obsidian dragon to stand out in a striking way against the blue skies. The Dragon Master wasn't concerned about being spotted, why should he be? No one thus far skulked around these islands, no one he'd ever seen anyway. And Perhaps overconfidence came into play, making him feel more impervious than he actually was.

A chiding grumble from the night fury broke him from the focused green gaze that was scanning the land masses below, and he chuckled, reaching down to pat at his scales, "alright alright, we'll find somewhere to take a breather, Bud." He looked intent again, but only for a moment, before he pointed down to a fairly clear island, "that looks good, Nice coverage, especially because the mist is so thick..." The black reptile gave a pleased trill before the pair turned wing towards the ground, breaking the mist for only a moment as the touched down.

It wasn't until he really took stock of their surroundings that he realized that the sun was sinking lower, "we've been flying for a while, maybe we should stay the night here?" He glanced back at Toothless for assurance, noticing the dragon already rather contentedly sprawled out, "I'll take that as a yes." A smirk, before he left it a moment to set up a patch for a fire, "if his majesty could at least help me with this fire?" He gave an amused rolls of his eyes when Toothless complained, but moved closer, plopping down on the ground once the fire was lit to lean back against the dragon's side, digging a couple of fish out to offer to him, not nearly as focused on his surroundings as he ought to be.

[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

The flash of a darkened mismatched tail had caught the attention of both dragon and rider. He felt his shoulders roll forwards, him reading himself for the hunt. His own dragon went into stalking mode, the spines along its tail rising in defense. The both tread carefully, their footsteps as light as possible as they crept through the mist. He swung around each tree, his eyes glittering with the thrill of the hunt. Finally, his prey had come into view and he couldn't help the absolute glee that over came his features. Oh yes, the hunt was officially on. He crept down the steep slopes only to find that his prey had decided to settle in.

Perfect.

A feral look overcame his features, his lips twisting upwards into a grin. His dragon stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at their quarry. It seemed just as interested within their stalking game as he was since their prey had finally came into view. He crouched down, his eyes narrowing at the auburn haired man below. His arms were held back, his position screaming out predator. Thankfully luck seemed to play towards his side, the wind coming towards him rather than down towards his quarry.

Now it was time to finally catch what he felt was rightfully his to play with.

He would then attempt to jump down in a tackle upon the slimmer male. Laughter echoed through the air, his dragon joining in on what he considered to be fun. His dragon would attempt to grab hold of the Nightfuries tail in a bite and curl its own spine covered tail towards the darker creatures throat. Its own vocalizations more like a clicking hiss, but all the same echoed the imitation of laughter. He himself was trying to pin the slim man to the floor, a feral grin decorating his features.

"Hello Hiccup~"

His voice sounded rough even to his own ears, like a solid oak door rending itself upon metal. His dragon hissed in response, as if speaking to the Nightfury it was trying to hold captive much like its rider was doing to the self proclaimed Dragon Master. It almost seemed to have a grin decorating its features as well, as if both rider and dragon were in complete sync.

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Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

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My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

Rule number one of being out here alone, without the rest of his companions, never let your guard down even for a second. It seemed that in their fatigued state of mind, both dragon and rider had completely forgotten this very crucial rule, a dangerous faux pas in a normal situation, but out here where neither knew the terrain with absolute certainty...It had the potential to be deadly. Neither were aware that they were being stalked, hunted, aside from the occasional twist of the Night Fury's ear, written off as a rabbit or some other animal darting through the brush. The wind was against them, working in favor of the predators, so not even the dragon's sensitive nose picked up their scent as they got close.

The rider had no time to react before he was tackled to the ground, the wind and the stealth of the other man catching him completely off guard. He saw stars for just a moment as he was forced hard against the ground, and when his vision finally cleared his face scrunched up in an angry scowl. Toothless had been given more time to react, but only just, wrinkling his nose up and readying an attack before his rider lifted a hand to stop him, glaring up at Dagur, "hello, Dagur..." His tone was guarded, with a bite of characteristic sarcasm, "you look, wow, pretty awful." He could see from his vantage point on the ground that Toothless was pinned by the dangerous looking Nadder, a prickly situation indeed.

He turned his eyes back to the man looming above him with a smirk, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He needed to keep calm, and keep his eyes open for a chance to break loose, if he knew Dagur he wouldn't try anything immediately deadly, it was fun to him, like a cat batting around a mouse before snapping its neck with his teeth. He didn't quite enjoy the mental image he'd just put in his own head...

[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

The quarry was his, a solid purr escaping his lips at the fact that he had pinned the slimmer one to the ground. His dragon hissed and clicked in warning, its spines fully ready to be used in case the Nightfury tried to escape. He grinned, eyes holding a feral look before a soft pout fell across his face. How cruel! At the same time it was entertaining, the thought of toying with the man far to tempting to ignore.

"Come now Hiccup, is that any way to greet an old friend."

He practically hissed out the word friend, a feral grin stretching across his face as he peered down at the slender man. The hunt had been fun but he was still in need of riding gear, his dragon obviously without a saddle. He would try to pull the brunette up and then attempt to push him against a rather large rock. Oh yes, his prey had no idea they had gotten into. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he peered out at the one he deemed friend. His gaze unwavering like that of a venom steel trap.

What to do with this one, oh what to do~

He wanted to pull an axe out and bash the boys pretty little head in, but at the same time he wanted to savor the moment. He didn't think riding gear from the nightfury would work very well, but those were simply details. Those were never important until the time came. Maybe he could simply wreck the boy emotionally? Oh...

Oh.

He grinned, eyes gleaming at the thought. Oh yes, this would be fun indeed.

"It's been a while, and this was just a bit of fun. You should really keep you guard up, the mist could easily attract predators worse than myself."

His dragon hissed and clicked in appreciation before releasing the Nightfury, its spines smoothing down before it shook itself. He himself released the hold he may have had, giving a sharp whistle over to his own dragon. Zaohr bounded over and gave him a nudge. He tossed the last fish he had to the beast and watched it eat. His grin hadn't faded from his face, his dragon letting out a soft clicking chirp before walking over to the fire and laying down. He turned to look at the Nightfury, curiosity plaguing his features. What would it take to make the beast snap.

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Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He didn't like that smile, nothing about that smile was human or natural, nothing about this man in general was human or natural. But he had to steady himself, he couldn't show fear, because he had no doubt their both of them would be able to smell it on him...He half wondered in the fantastical part of his mind if Dagur was less than human, but that train of thought wasn't allowed to go far when he spoke. Friend, the word sounded filthy from his mouth, "we're not friends." He made an attempt to wrench himself free, but the predatory man's grip was sure and tight, and he outmatched Hiccup in bulk and strength.

There had to be something he wanted, he was a deranged animal, but beasts were goal oriented...Even the crazy ones...He wouldn't be alive and in one piece otherwise. He tried not to let the fear show as he met Dagur's eyes with as steady a gaze as he could, giving him a noncommittal smirk, "you really need to learn how to greet friends, need a lesson in manners?" There was a saying for this...Poke the Nadder...It was easier to avoid thinking about the danger he was in if he hid behind his confident airs, it was easier not to consider that no one knew they were out there, because he hadn't told them he was leaving. Again.

He didn't get much chance to ruminate on his slip up when he was hoisted up and pushed against one of the heavy stones, the action drawing a warning from the Night Fury just a few feet away.

And from whatever sick place this animal got his foresight, he seemed to pick up on just those doubts, and he couldn't help the falter in his expression, before it went from confident to angry, "sorry I, uh, don't usually plan for deranged stalkers." He waved a hand from where it was pinned, "random dragon attacks, sure, ugly psychopaths...Not so much." Yeah, yeah...Just keep trying to talk your way out of this, because that's worked magnificently in the past.

When he was released, he looked confused, and then curious. That was his bane really, his damned curiosity, because now he was here and he had to know what he wanted, what he intended to try and get from him. Any sensible viking or dragon rider would have taken wing and fled, but Hiccup instead cautiously made his way to the fire and sat down, flanked by Toothless who was keeping cold eyes on the pair.

"Okay, okay. You've got my attention now, what do you want?"
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[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

Laughter escaped his lips easily at Hiccups words, the grin never fading from his face. This was starting to get so much more interesting. The sarcasm that dripped from the boys lips like venom was almost as weak as water to him. His dragon hissing and clicking in its own form of laughter. He simply grinned at the his prey, their words having no bite to the one who already knew his role. Besides, the quarry always liked trying to bring their hunters down before they're devoured. They always almost failed however, since the prey could only outrun their predator for so long. Most would try to escape their captor however, much like the canary who tried so desperately to escape the cat. This little one had decided to give into their fate though, the look of the cat that caught the canary far to prominent on his features at this realization.

Such a good little boy~

He chuckled and sat down, his own dragon coming to curl by him. Zaohr's bronze colored eyes tried to meet with the Nightfuries own, a clicking hiss escaping its lips as if it were trying to communicate just how much trouble they were in. He gave the creatures head a small push, wanting its vocalizations to cease at once. His dragon seemed to take the hint and simply laid down to rest, its bronze colored eyes flickering between the dark beast and its pale rider.

"You wound me so Hiccup~ Can't I just come by to say hi every once in a while? I hadn't even expected to see you here actually. I was doing something else, besides, you could use the training"

He knew exactly what that something else was, the screams still fresh in his mind. Of course that was hours ago, before he went on the hunt to go find his favorite quarry. They were both chiefs after all, and he was the one who had to keep his people in line.

Albeit he was harsher than the man in front of him.

He could still feel the leather of the whip within his hand, the sounds of cracking leather and metal still strong within his senses. It made his lips curl in a smile, his eyes showing pure and utter enjoyment at the thought. He could help it, he wanted to continue playing. Fun always seemed to end far to quickly for his liking, and the idea of playing with the brunette in front of him made for such an entertaining time. If it wasn't for the Nightfury he would have had his way by now. He did want to toy with the mans emotions though, to confuse the boy and make his heart hurt.

"So then, why'd you come all the way out here?"

The question was innocent enough, but the grin he wore on his face tended to make even the most innocent of things seem unnerving. Granted he thought small talk was boring, but his prey would more than likely find a way to make it interesting.

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Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

This was stupid, he was being stupid, and if Astrid knew what he was doing she would probably call him stupid too...And she'd be right. He was playing right into his hand, he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't see that, but he had to know, he had to sate the itch to figure this man out, though he had a feeling that was a journey all its own, one he wasn't too keen on taking. Still, he studied him curiously, he could figure out what he could, it was just the two of them after all, no friends, no search and rescue. Just had to go it along again, didn't you? He let an annoyed his escape through his teeth, glad that he at least had Toothless, the one companion that never left his side.

His chuckle sent chill bumps all along his skin, he hated it, almost as much as he hated that sick, unhinged grin that seemed to just grow bigger and bigger by the second. He heard a warning from Toothless in response to whatever the Nadder was communicating, a silent promise in a language he couldn't hope to actually understand, but the two dragons were sated and calm for the moment, eyeing each other and ready to stroke should on or the other move first. This gave Hiccup a chance to keep his eyes on the man in front of him, wrinkling his nose in a dry sneer, "Right, that's why you just happened to pick us out, sneak up on us, and ambush us." He squinted an eye in a scrutinizing way, "That's one way to just drop in and say 'hello', I guess." He really didn't want to think about what else he could have been doing here, though the expression on his face spoke volumes.

"Training? Yeah, thanks, but I'm good." He scoffed a little, "I don't want any training you have to offer." The last thing he wanted was to be anything like him, the last thing he wanted was to hurt people without discrepancy the way he did. The thought was sickening, and terrifying.

"you don't have to enjoy it so much." The tone in his voice was devoid of sarcasm now, just an angry bit that he knew would be lost on him.

The question was deceptively conversational, and he looked suspicious, "I came out this way to see what was out here." He narrowed his eyes, "but you're not fooling me, you don't care why I'm here, only that I'm here." He was cautious as he got to his feet, prompting the dragon at his side to do the same, "now. You're going to tell me what you want that's so important that you ambush me for it." He put a hand on Toothless' saddle, eyes never breaking contact, "or I'm going to get back on this saddle and leave. Your choice." He really wasn't sure which choice he'd prefer, given the circumstances.
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[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

The words spoken by the slimmer male simply made the grin on his face grow further. His eyes glittering with something unreadable. Oh yes, that was the whole reason he had gone on the hunt in the first place. Why hunt something so pitiful like deer or even boar, when one could hunt the most dangerous creature on earth.

Man.

The way they screamed and squirmed when being hunted along with the fight they were able to put up depended on the target you chose, it always gave the sweetest rush. It was only natural for an adrenaline junkie to adore that feeling, the feeling that made your heart race faster than when you flew higher than the clouds. Why shouldn't he have enjoyed his little hunt? Why not attack the ones close to you just to drink it all in, to devour the expressions that they held when they realized they'd been betrayed.

He couldn't help but chuckle, him already rising to his feet.

"Come now don't be so harsh, all I did was rough house you a bit. Besides, I can't help but enjoy your company~"

Laughter escaped his lips, as he moved swiftly to try and place himself between the rider and his Nightfury. The mist starting to grow thicker and more vision impairing. He flashed a grin as he was asked on what he wanted, oh that was a complicated question indeed. What he wanted was the slender man before him, but he wanted so much more than that. He couldn't tell exactly what it was that he wanted of course, that was usually determined more by the actions his body wanted to take. His mind and body linked but at the same time completely separated. His heart, well that was practically non-existent, his brain was all he needed right?

"You hurt me Hiccup, I do care why you're here as much as that the fact is that you're here. I only wanted to have some fun, but you seem far to tense. Besides, I don't know if you can fly off in this fog."

His dragon hissed and clicked towards the Nightfury, as if goading it to stay. Its spines bristled for a moment, its bronze eyes flicking behind it at the cracking of a few branches. Dagur blinked, his own attention being drawn over to what had made his dragon uneasy. A howl pierced the silence, his dragon hissing and curling up with its spines out at full length. He himself drew his axe, giving it a few twirls as he went into battle mode.

Nothing was going to steal his quarry, not while he was breathing.

Luckily the howling seemed to dissipate, the sounds growing further away. Zaohr calmed, the spines along its tail flattening and its body uncoiling from its defensive stance. He himself gave a soft snort, placing his axe back in its sheathe before rolling back into a more relaxed stance. He grinned once more, the battle serious expression having faded from his features.

"Well then, seems like the island is home to more than dragons. Would you like a wolf fur coat?"

He chuckled and peered back over to the rider of the Nightfury, a playful look dancing in his eyes. Oh yes, he would toy with this one while he could.

| Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' |

Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

Of course he wouldn't be allowed to just hop on his dragon and leave, and even if he did, Dagur would follow him, there was a chance he could lead him to the Outpost, to his friends where they were have strength in numbers...That would have been the smart thing to do, the decision not brought on by the rash thinking of a man who didn't know when to quit. It took too long to saddle up anyway, Dagur could just hop on and go, Hiccup had to make sure all the gear was clicked into place, his metal leg, white they'd gotten quick...It wouldn't be quick enough to outmatch the lightning movements of a Nadder and his madman rider.

So, for now he'd bide his time, trying to keep his eyes on the other even through the thickening mist, the situation had been a problem before, but with the low visibility it had just gotten that much more dangerous, "flattering. I wish the feeling was mutual, Dagur." His words came out as an ineffectual growl, though the effort to be forceful was there, it was nothing in comparison with the animalistic growls that this man in front of him could manage, "well, I can see leaving isn't on my agenda..." He snarked dryly, he wasn't confident in his ability to fly in mist and fog this thick, much less when being pursued by a psychopath, "you didn't just ambush me to idly chatter, Dagur. I know you." He narrowed his eyes, "you're not going to spin me up." So he said, but he was already distinctly unnerved, and any confidence was shaky and false at best. He'd done well to swallow his insecurity over the years, but even now it still managed to creepy up on him.

"What kind of fun could you possibly want to have with me?" He wrinkled his nose, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer to that question, "tense. Yeah, that's what happens when you're ambushed." Another dry bite, another attempt to keep control, at least partially, of this situation that was so heavily weighed in Dagur's favor.

The Night Fury reacted when the Nadder did, going low at the crackling in the distance, the howl was enough when combined with the atmosphere around them to give Hiccup chill bumps along his spine. So it was Dagur, or wolves...He wasn't quite sure which was more dangerous.

He let out a pensive hiss through his teeth, "Seems like I'm all out of choices." He narrowed his eyes, "I'm not stupid enough to think I could outrun you in this heavy mist..." He gestured to the forest, "and I don't really care for wolves." There was a regretful, loathsome tone in his voice, "so for the time being, I seem to be at your mercy." Give the power to your attacker, that was another thing Astrid would have scolded him for. If he ever saw her or any of them again...
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[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

Going to tag this post MATURE for inappropriate thoughts.

Yes, the quarry seemed to finally register just the situation it was in. It was the mouse in his trap, the need for prey heavy in the predators mind. His grin stretched at the boys words, his stance starting to take on a more predatorial look to it now that escape was deemed almost impossible. Curiosity had always been their weak points, but certainly in different areas. His was with people, the need to exploit their weaknesses within mind and body far to strong to ignore. His prey however, his interest seemed to be within behavior and dragons. A shame that they were so different yet so similar in what they wished. At least in his own mind his little Hiccup was simply trying to entertain him. A quick lick was given to his own lips, the thought of this hunt slowly coming to a close causing his own blood to stir. His dragon clicked and hissed to the Nightfury, as if asking for them to start a patrol in case of wolves. The hint from the rider more than enough to set Zaohr into action.

"Come now Hiccup, you can't truly hate me this much. If you say you're at my mercy however, that changes things. Perhaps you don't hate me as much as you pretend to?"

He would aim to close the distance, a triumphant smirk playing across his features. His arm would try to land above the boys head, wanting to press him against the wall of stone once more. Him trying to shrink the slender one beneath his own heavier build. His expression held nothing but a predatory gaze, the brunette playing the part of the prey. He chuckled and tried to lean in towards the mans ear, his voice quiet and practically purred out from his vocal cords.

"Tell me, why is it that you try to make yourself think that you hate me? I know there's some sort of rhyme or reason to that state of mind in your head. Let a madman know what its like to feel sane."

A few more deep chuckles wracked his frame as he would then pull his head away, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as they tried to meet the softer irises of his prey. The thought that he had trapped his prey being more than enough to fuel the fire in his mind.

| Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' |

Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

Watching the way he coiled and seemed to take on that predatory stance would have been bad enough were it not for the feeling of the air around them, heavy with the humidity that was causing this horrible mist, and heavy with the severity of the situation that he'd just gotten himself into, the situation he'd gotten them both into. Toothless couldn't even escape on his own to find help, they were both so mutually dependent, which normally made them a fearsome team...But now...It had crippled them, stranded on an island that no one knew they were on. He didn't like the intent in the man's eyes, every instinct in him was telling now to go, run, get away before this escalated into a situation he couldn't even begin to control.

Their mutual dependence served one positive purpose in this situation, Toothless was distinctly aware that his friend was deeply distressed, so when Zaohr urged him to leave the scene, he snorted and kept his green eyes burned into Dagur, a warning and a promise all at once. The Night Fury was his only safety net at the moment, but he didn't like the thought of any harm coming to him, "It's fine." it's not. "Just...Just go with him..." He didn't want to see his best friend hurt, and he did not doubt them harming the obsidian dragon if he did not comply. Toothless looked between Hiccup and Zaohr before uttering a worries warble and turning to follow, keep to keep his ears open in case his rider yelled.

"I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." The words came out in a growl, green eyes burning, an emotion that was uncharacteristic of the man who was usually a pacifist, "I'll fight you until I've got nothing left to fight with." Big words, big words that were a sad attempt to bolster himself more than they were meant to intimidate the other. He wasn't unarmed, but he could wager a bet that Dagur was far more skilled with that axe than he was with any of his own weapons.

He tried to fight against the imposing figure as he was pushed against the large stone, but might won out in the end, and he tried not to let the beginning edges of panic show through his gaze, failing only in keeping his breathing under control, "If that's what you think, then you really don't know anything about me." He hated this, he hated feeling pressed in and shrunken down, so utterly small. It was suffocating and claustrophobic, and he felt his patience wearing thin, a hand that wasn't in check slipping towards the small dagger on his belt, "I get it though. I'm pretty great, right?" Distraction, "I mean...I'd probably want to idolize myself too." He gave him a dry smirk, "you don't have to be embarrassed".

When he got his finger around the dagger, he attempted to pull it from it's sheath, aiming to lay a cut wherever he could, an attempt to break away if the blow landed.
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[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

MATURE post for semi-sexual themes.

He only grinned further at the harsh words spoken by the one he had pinned. His eyes glittered with entertainment at the expression that his prey held, it was delicious. A smooth chuckle escaped his lips, the thought of fighting this one far to exciting to let pass by him. It made his blood boil in the most pleasant way, his expression slowly turning towards a darker and more...interested gaze. Oh, there were many reasons he stalked his prey. A few of them for violent purposes, another few for the chase, and a lot of them to simply see heavy emotion flash within those meadow colored depths. He didn't think he could ever get enough of those expressions, him loving the raw emotion that only he could bring fourth in his little mouse. A slow hum escaped his lips at the mouses next words, a purr like sound escaping his throat.

"I don't think idolize is the right word, more like entrance."

A soft chuckle would escape his throat, the flash of silver catching his eye just in time. He leaned back to avoid the blade, his own arm reaching out to try and grab hold of the petite wrist of his mouse. Blood leaked from his cheek, the warm liquid running down his cheek caused a soft shudder to run through him. He would lift his free hand to it, touching the wound only to find bloodied fingertips. He looked at the blood curiously, it having been a while since he'd seen such a hue. His grin now having faded, eyes glancing up to try and meet the eyes of the kitten that decided to fight back. His smile returned, but instead it was softer, much like that of a smirk. He would try to push forward once more, attempting to twist the smaller ones wrist in order to make him release the knife.

It seemed like this little kitten was just begging to become his plaything.

He would attempt to once more overshadow the slightly taller man with his bulk, the smirk on his face not growing or fading. His eyes held a playful glint, their emerald depths holding something far stranger and unreadable. He was done playing around, his smirk slowly growing as he decided that now was the perfect time to start playing with his new toy.

"You really shouldn't tease me like that~"

With that purred statement he would lean in, an attempt at placing a kiss upon the slender mans lips all to clear.

| Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' |

Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

Nothing he did seemed to falter of phase this man, it was the most helpless feeling in the world. He'd been in bad situations before, and almost every one of them had been solved with quick thinking, well chosen words, the prescence of his friends. But he had none of that here, this man was impervious to everything he seemed to be doing, and he had him pinned so taking flight wasn't an option. The situation had taken flight from him, leaving only the option to fight...And he was by and large outmatched in brute strength and skill in combat by the man before him.

Damn! He wanted to let out a frustrated sound when his wrist was grabbed by the much quicker, much more coiled and ready man, but all that came out was a startled gasp, "let me go. Make this a fair fight." He wouldn't, Hiccup knew he wouldn't make it fair in any sense of the word, but he felt a dark sort of satisfaction watching the man's cheek bleed. It wasn't a deep wound, but it was still a minuscule victory. A victory that was short lived, he hissed a little when he twisted his arm, being kowed back against the wall as the knife fumbled from his grip, his eyes darted from the glinting metal, to the man now suddenly much closer, drawing in a sharp intake of breath as he was pushed back against the stone behind him. This was far too close for comfort, and his quick breathing tattled on the fear he felt because of it.

He didn't like the look in his eyes, it wasn't intent on violence, ready for the kill, it was anticipating something else that he couldn't read, and not knowing was only serving to heighten his fear of this situation.

The purred words were the only warning he got, and when he felt the man leaning in, his lips brushing his own, his eyes widened and he pulled away, his right hand coming up now to try and push against his chest, all his weight shifting to the metal leg as he tried to push with the good one to do the same, "What is this?!" He growled out the words, a sudden anger there, "Let me go, I'm not giving you whatever...Sick twisted thing you want from me." The other man's intent was much clearer now, and the thought of what he really seemed to want drove a sick feeling into the pit of his stomach as he tried desperately to struggle away, struggling was all he had left now.
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[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

MATURE post for semi-sexual themes.

A soft growl escaped the mans lips at the fleeting brush of lips he was able to receive. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed but at the same time it made for his hunger to grow. He felt himself get pushed backwards a bit, a small amount of surprise decorating his features. The prey was as soft as he thought, a low rumbling hum escaped his lips at the harsh treatment. He truly loved this little game, and wanted to play some more. He felt his quarry go unbalanced and having it on the floor was no way to play.

He would attempt to pull the boy forwards, wanting to keep his prey pressed up against him. A smirk played on his features and a soft tsk would escape his lips. He enjoyed the fight the prey was putting up, but it seemed as though its strength was waning. He knew he only had a bit more time left before his dragon could no longer hold the Nightfuries attention, so working quickly was his only option. He would attempt place a kiss upon his preys forehead this time, the sound of footsteps drawing closer having gotten his attention. He would then release his prey, a satisfied grin stretched across his face.

"It seems my time is up Hiccup, its been fun."

His dragon burst through the trees into the clearing, the mist having started to lift. Zaohr came bounding over, soft clicking chirps and hisses escaping its own lips. He grinned and mounted his dragon, it shifting underneath his weight.

"Lets meet up again soon, dear friend."

With that his dragon would take flight, gaining speed quickly as they flew back towards his own village. Today had certainly been interesting, and if he wanted to make it back in time for some sort of dinner he had to leave now. He would certainly be back, the thought of playing with Hiccup once more far to tempting to ignore.

-Exit-

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Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄