[Hiccup]

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To love

to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming

[attr="class","itokaytext"]This was stupid, this was just another one of Dagur damned mental breakdowns, which were usually hilarious to watch from afar, but this time the idiot had decided to drag him into the mess. The message had been fairly to the point, he wanted Hiccup to stay with him because he was being haunted by some...Demon or something, which was ludicrous, but if it meant getting to watch Dagur suffer and be a scared kitten, well Hiccup also wasn't going to pass that opportunity up.

It hadn't taken long for the even more discounted pair to get back in the skies, after Hiccup had built Toothless a new saddle and tail the only thing that had been left to do was get used to it, but it felt right to be back in the sky, even if their destination was a place he hated going more than anything else. He'd been thankful for Dagur bringing Toothless safely back to Berk, but if the man thought that Hiccup somehow owed him what he wanted because of it, well, he had another thing coming. He wasn't doing this because he felt like he owed the man anything, he was doing it because it would be funny to watch.

Toothless let out a warning growl when the Isle of the Living came into view, and he nodded, reaching to pat his head, "I know, Bud, we'll be able to touch down and rest soon, alright?" His words held true when he took them down in the center of the courtyard in front of the vast structure that Dagur called home, he grinned as the Night Fury gave him a long lick up his face, reaching to hug around his head as he patted it, "you be good for them, alright Bud?" The dragon crooned in response as he followed the little servant into the stables, Hiccup still felt that little twinge of anxiety when he had to leave Toothless anywhere out of his sight, but they'd been here before, and this time would be no different.

He didn't announce himself as he pushed through the entrance doors, he figured he didn't need to, word travelled fast here and Dagur was expecting him anyway, he would just walk until he was met by the man who was seeing things.

TAG: Dagur
NOTES: BLAHBLAH
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ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

_{Post tagged [M] for foul language}

Things had been hell the past few days for him, like something had literally crawled out of Hel's domain and attacked him. He had been finding things moved within his room, knowing the servants only cleaned and never moved his stuff. When sleeping he would hear large thunks and strange noises like heavy scraping footsteps around his room. He now had the lights on at night and could hardly sleep out of paranoia. Just the night before he had passed out from exhaustion, even with the lights on, and was woken to the feeling of someone...no something pulling on his foot which easily dragged him down the bed a bit. It scared him horribly and now Hiccup was finally due for arrival. He had no idea what was going to go down this night other than pure terror. It seemed that things were just progressively getting worse with each passing day. He knew Hiccup was smart though, he could figure out what to do since he had no idea on what the Hel was happening.

He was moving to greet his guest as soon as word reached him.

His foot steps echoed in the main hall, finding the slimmer man easily. His hands kept fiddling with threads on his worn sweater, biting his lip and not being able to stay quite still. He knew he looked like he had been through a rough week, dark half moons were stamped beneath his eyes from lack of sleep and he looked like a nervous wreck. He had even developed a small tick in his hands, his fingers twitching and not really being able to stay still. There was one other thing that had happened and it freaked him out more than he'd like to admit. In broad daylight his back had began to burn, and when he went to his healers they said that the only thing they had found were three short red marks right in between his shoulder blades.

Right where the burning sensation had been felt.

He did not like that, and even two days later they were still faintly there. He hadn't gone into detail in his letter, feeling that it would be far easier to talk about it in person. Now that he was here he had no clue on how to speak about this without sounding absolutely insane, more so than he appeared. After all, he was dressed in a beige sweater that was about two sizes too big (which was a feat and actually was his favorite article of clothing) and a loose pair of dark pants without shoes or socks. His hair was down and messy and he really looked like he had just woken up on the first day of collage. He was also freezing for some reason and couldn't stop giving off little shivers now and then.

"Thank, thank the gods you're here."

He wrung his hands at the bottom of his sweater, not feeling particularly safe in the open main hall, he wanted to hide in his room and try to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before nightfall hit.

"We should, should, uh, head to my room. Less, less open."

He swallowed thickly and led the way, eyes shifting and his shoulders hunched. He looked like a cat that had just had a brush with death and was ready for its next pass. He wet his lips, looking around with what would be he hackles raised on end. After a few minutes they finally made it to his room, he also held the door open for Hiccup knowing about that shit depth perception he now had. He paused when he entered the room however, letting the door shut behind him after Hiccup had entered. Something...something was off about the room but he couldn't tell what yet.

"Somethings, somethings off."

He looked around and realized his bed had literally been moved a foot to the left, the scrapes across the floor showing what had happened. He shivered and pulled on the edges of his sleeves, a deep shuddering breath having been taken.

"That wasn't like that, wasn't like that before I left."

His voice was hesitant and instead of sitting on the bed he curled up in one of the chairs next to the table. He looked out the window trying to collect his thoughts, unsure of where the hell to start. He ran a hand through his hair and let a sigh out through his nose, he was calmer with Hiccup here rather than alone. He spoke, voice trembling slightly which was a bit of an improvement to his stuttering.

"This weeks been a fucking mess, first thing that happened was just these huge thunks going on around my room which doesn't happen with a building of this size. Then I started hearing these damn footsteps, more like dragon steps, its a scraping footstep, like claws grazing over the floor and then settling back down.
I brought all three of my dragons in here to try to see if anything sounded similar, I couldn't find anything similar with them. I couldn't fall asleep at all, instead I just kept the lights on just to see what was making all the damn noise. I passed out after a day or so and woke up to feel...something pulling me a few inches down my bed. Then in broad fucking daylight I feel this burning sensation right in between my shoulders, I go to the healers and there is three red scratches right where it was burning. Now my bed has moved on its own."

He paused and pulled his hair back with one hand, his eyes wide with disbelief at what he was saying. He didn't want to believe it but it had all been happening to him.

"I, I thought, thought that you could help in some way. You're smart, if anyone can figure out whats going on you can."

He looked over to Hiccup with pleading eyes, he was at a total loss and had no idea on what direction to go in for this.

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► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

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To love

to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming

[attr="class","itokaytext"]Well...He certainly looked like Hel wormed over twice. He certainly looked like a man who was seeing stupid shit in his head and imploding from the inside out because of it. He heaved a heavy sigh as he watched the man, every tick and twitch, he supposed he ought to feel sorry for him, some kind of sympathy or pity, but really this was more an amusing sight than anything, the mighty Berserker chief reduced to a whimpering child, of course, rather than be a good friend, or at the very least a supportive one, he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed him.

"Uh huh. I can't fly out here every time you decide to have a nervous breakdown y'know? Got enough of those of my own to deal with back home."

He snorted, following the man to his room, he really did look like a cat that had been kicked a few too many times, it probably would have been a sad sight if he wasn't making such a spectacle over imaginary whatevers, but he supposed he would get to the bottom of this soon enough. There was a logical explanation for everything, and his mind deeply rooted everything in science, it was just a matter of figuring out what this particular one was. His first theory so far was perhaps a servant slipping the man something hallucinogenic, and he was watching him carefully to test that hypothesis.

"You know there's a distinct chance you're jumping at nothing right? Like, this is a lot for something you know nothing about..."

He sighed and let it go, kneeling down to look over the scraped that had been left behind, they were fairly pronounced, which meant the bed had been moved by force. He turned an eye on him as he spoke, raising a brow, it was an odd story no doubt, but still sounded like the results of something with a logical explanation. He sighed and got to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest with a roll of his eye, giving the man a smirk.

"Dagur you want to know what I think? I think someone's having a go at you, a laugh, I think someone's screwing with you."

He gestured to him, to his state of being, this sounded like the exact sort of elaborate prank he'd come to expect from the Twins, over the top, long lasting, and fun to watch from the side lines. Of course they weren't here to pull the wool over this man's eyes, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone here that wasn't just as eager to watch their chief implode.

"I'll stay with you tonight, alright? I'll take notes on anything weird I see."

He sighed as he started to set things up at the small table by the window, empty bound books, things to write with, all things he almost never left home without, he was fairly certain this was all bullshit, but he figured if it got Dagur off his back, got him from not acting like a terrified child, he could humor him for a night or two at least.

"I've got a few hypothesis, I'll just have to watch and see what does, or doesn't, happen."

TAG: Dagur
NOTES: BLAHBLAH
WORDS: ###

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He listened carefully knowing full well there was a chance that it was someone messing with him. If they found out who he would personally reduce them to mangled pile of flesh. Something however, deep down told him that there was simply no way that this was something done by a person. It just didn't make any sense to him, but he knew better than to think it was something unnatural, besides Hiccup was there with him so there was nothing to be afraid of. He gave a weak smile to the other chief, words sneaking out past his lips at the others journal and pen.

"Do you always bring stuff like that around? If anything weird happens we're out of this damn room."

It was a weak attempt at a joke, but he was exhausted and just wanted a bit of rest. His eyes were already heavy and blinking was slowly becoming more difficult. He covered his mouth to stifle a yawn, Hiccups presence more calming than he remembered. Slowly he fell under, eyes shutting and a deep breath escaping his lips. He was a peaceful sleeper normally, his body and face relaxed with soft kitten breaths sneaking out past slightly parted lips. Even if he was curled in a chair he looked extremely calm while sleeping, a more innocent appearance taking hold. He had only been asleep for around ten minutes before he stirred, something pulling on the threads that allowed rest. His right leg slowly slid down the chair before hanging just above the floor, seemingly as if he had just lost whatever grip he had on the chair.

Then his leg was pulled.

His eyes slowly opened just as his back slammed against the floor. His breath was stolen, a cold feeling running across his chest as he was then dragged across the floor. His eyes went wide and he sucked in a breath, twisting and reaching back for Hiccup since there wasn't anything he could see that had caused this cold numbing feeling in his foot. A scream crawled out of his throat, just grabbing hold of the bed post before he was yanked so hard that he couldn't hold onto it. He was dragged into the darkest point into the room where you could just barely make out what was hiding within the darkness.

His mind went blank after that point, unsure of what exactly was going on around him.

He barely registered the pain in his right thigh and the feeling of being thrown against the far wall. Everything seemed to be in a haze, no control over his body and only vaguely being able to tell what was going on around him. It was sort of like being under warm water, everything fuzzy but made easy for him to simply stay still. There wasn't a reason to move, to fight this feeling, nothing seemed particularly wrong in his mind.

On the outside was a different story, his pupils were blown wide and a bleeding bite mark was now on his thigh. The mark was strange as it had human proportions but clearly had far more fang marks than a normal humans. He made no noise but blinked once, his eyes returning to normal as he looked around, seemingly as if nothing had happened. Other than the bite his body hadn't been damaged, he just looked extremely calm and compliant with a wandering gaze.

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► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

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To love

to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming

[attr="class","itokaytext"]He could tell he was unconvinced, and really all of Hiccup's theories were just that, but it was all a process, he would watch him through the night and see what all he observed, if anyone came in he would question them, if anything happened he would be quick to write it down, nothing was going unrecorded as long as he was here. He smirked at Dagur at his question, nodding a he sat down in the chair at the table, glad for the fresh air from the window.

"Always. A good researcher is always prepared, Dagur, and that's what I am first and foremost."

At least it looked like the man was starting to drift off, this would give Hiccup a perfect chance to see if his other theory was valid at all, that perhaps Dagur was experiencing a severe bout of sleep walking, or sleep paralysis, both were things he himself suffered from time to time, and he could recall a few instances where he'd felt wildly paranoid for a while after. This was extreme, but some things lined up, so he kept an open mind about it.

It was about ten minutes before he noticed Dagur stirring, watching his leg slip down off the chair, an unassuming enough action given his position until he was suddenly yanked out of the chair, Hiccup's uncovered eye stretched wide in surprise when he was suddenly on the floor, and his hand immediately went to furiously writing things down in the book that laid open in front of him.

"Huh! Maybe there was something to his crazy babbling after all..."

His words were less fearful and more excited as he got to his feet, book still help in his right hand as he wrote down what was happening with the left. Perhaps he should be afraid, or worried, but in the moment his blood just rushed in excitement at possibly being the first to observe this phenomenon.

He stepped out of the way when Dagur was thrown bodily back into the room, noticing the blood along his leg with a curious expression, the man looked entirely too wide eyed before his expression fell into a calm look, and Hiccup let out a curious sound, stepping closer before kneeling down beside him.

"You finished having an episode, then? How are you feeling?"

He was ready to record whatever the man said or did next.

TAG: Dagur
NOTES: BLAHBLAH
WORDS: ###

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He knew Hiccup was talking to him, knew he was there, but didn't feel like he could do much. He didn't want to do anything, everything suddenly felt really heavy and all he wanted to do was rest. After all, there was nothing to fear within his mind. He could hear it, something softly telling him to simply sleep. Nothing could go wrong if he was asleep. He didn't know what to do, he just couldn't fight it. He felt himself slip, lower and lower, deeper into whatever trance this voice was singing at him.

On the outside he looked at Hiccup with an airy expression, not quite registering the sarcasm in the words thrown at him. His head tilted to the side, curiosity in his eyes that seemed vaguely blank. His body stood, taking heavy steps over to the chair, the tips of his toes dragging across the floor. He sat and curled up, expression unreadable and blank but was still calm. His arms wrapped around his legs and his chin rested upon his knees, long red hair falling wildly around his face.

"I'm fine, just woke up, did anything happen while I was sleeping?"

His voice was off, light and with less bass than normal. It appeared as if he had no memory of the events that had just happened.

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► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

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To love

to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming

[attr="class","itokaytext"]Well this was certainly strange, and there was certainly off...Or more off...About Dagur. He seemed so calm for someone who'd just been bodily dragged from his chair by something that had clearly bitten him, though Hiccup was fairly unfazed by this whole thing, he knew most people would be rather alarmed by what had just transpired. He pulled back a little, writing a note about this behavior in his book. If anything this would make a great study, he wasn't sure if he would attribute this to a demon or a spirit, he was still working out all the possible theories in his head, but it was interesting at any rate.

He stepped back when he got to his feet, making note of his steps, the way he walked, the way he carried himself, he didn't even seem to be limping from the bite mark on his thigh.

"You're acting stranger than usual. Interesting."

He followed him to the chair, sitting down in the one at the table and setting the book down before coming close to the man again, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh, yeah? You literally just got thrown across the room...Something bit you."

He hummed softly in thought, the man didn't sound right either, like he was half speaking in a voice that wasn't his own. He took his arm after a moment, tugging.

"Well whatever the case, we need to get that bite looked at, c'mon we'll go get you to a healer."

TAG: @tag
NOTES: BLAHBLAH
WORDS: ###

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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He knew Hiccup was there, talking to him, but what was he saying? Why, why couldn't he hear anything? But he could hear, he just didn't understand, Hiccup wasn't making any sense. He felt so tired, heavy, he didn't want to fight back. Fight back against what? There wasn't anything to fight, he could rest. That voice, it kept calling for rest. It sounded like a good idea, rest would get rid of this heavy feeling.

His body stayed impossibly still, the only movement being the slight rise and fall from his breathing which was slower than normal. He didn't seem to recognize what Hiccup had been saying and only gave a little hum in acknowledgement at the comment of him being dragged.

It was only when Hiccup grabbed his arm that he reacted.

His arm ripped itself away from Hiccup and a guttural growl that was not human escaped his throat. It was deep and reverberated through the air like a heavy gong. Every part of the growl gave off malicious intent and vile promises. He spoke, teeth bared slightly with predator like eyes that flashed to full black before returning to green.

"Don't touch me."

His voice had too much bass this time, an underlying growl, and full of poison. Suddenly he calmed again, expression going blank and serene. His gaze wandered over to the window, his breaths evening out. He would have looked like he was daydreaming, absolutely absorbed in another world. His eyes were off however, the green no longer vibrant but rather, dull, like a gem that lost its luster.

"I don't want to leave, the bite is nothing, it will be fine soon."

His voice was back to the off tone from before, light and with very little bass.

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► kaigra ◄

[Hiccup]

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To love

to kiss, to sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming

[attr="class","itokaytext"]So this wasn't hallucinogens, it wasn't someone playing an elaborate prank, it wasn't sleepwalking or paralysis, his theories were certainly starting to run dry as the moments ticked on, he was painfully aware of the fact that Dagur was off, incredibly so, and if there was something wrong with him that involved some kind of demon or spirit...What would Hiccup do about that? He felt anger flare in his chest for a moment, what did Dagur think he could do? He huffed through his nose as he shook his head, clearly not intimidated by the man's guttural growl.

"Call me out here and then trap me here babysitting your ass. You're the worst you know that right?!"

His hand twitched as he felt an urge to slap the mess out of the man, he'd only just gotten out of a mess that had tormented him for months, and now he was here handling this one. He let out a breath though, calming himself before his anger got the better of him. He fixed the man...Demon...Whatever it was that had taken hold of his friend, with a completely scathing expression, his voice dripping with sarcasm that he knew would be lost.

"Yeah? Well we don't always get what we fucking want, and I'm sick of babysitting your stupid ass."

He came around the other side of the man now, slipping his arms under Dagur's and huffing as he tried to forcibly pull him from the chair, which was difficult, given that the meat head weighed a ton.

TAG: @tag
NOTES: BLAHBLAH
WORDS: ###

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