[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Post is rated MATURE for semi-sexual themes

A low moan escaped his vocal cords at the taste of his preys skin. It was soft and smooth, the taste like mellow honey. He couldn't help himself any longer, it was to much for his own body and mind to keep up with. It was as if he were trapped within a dizzy spell, his body fumbling and uncoordinated unlike the stalking predator he knew himself to be. He still hungered, more ravenous than he could have ever imagined. His teeth wanting to sink into the mans skin and taste more than that morsel of a kiss. He had to be careful not to overdo it, his own body reacting in ways that were far to primal even for him.

Then he felt the world spin, darkness overtaking his vision for a moment.

Pain rocketed through his skull as he sank to one knee, the somewhat of a headbutt not having been expected. He had been to caught up in savoring the man before him that he had forgotten the earlier proclamations. A low groan escaped him, this time in actual throbbing pain. He was still blocking the exit from the chair, trying to lean on it for support. When had he gotten so dizzy? Why couldn't he seem to fight back against his own desire for once? He swallowed thickly, the action as audible as it was visual. One hand held his head, the other resting on the arm of the chair. He slowly breathed, trying to regain some form of control. He peered upwards, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

It was as if the world had decided to blur as it span.

Luckily he didn't feel nausea, which would have put more of a damper on the mood. The earlier high he had been on now coming back to bite him, his blood simmered and for once he felt vulnerable. The expression on his face surely matching that feeling. It wasn't fear, in fact it was far from it, he simply felt as though someone was finally his equal. He couldn't clear his vision, his pupils more than likely blown wide due to his mixture of throbbing pain and the high from the stimulation.

He didn't know what to say.

He didn't even know if he could pull off speaking at this point. It was strange, his tongue felt to big for his mouth but it was perfectly fine. The lump in his throat from slowly coming down from the high seemingly growing. He wanted nothing more than to take Hiccup for all he was worth, but at the same time he wanted the situation to deflate.

A low laugh escaped his lips, it being a little more breathy than he would have liked.

"You're dangerous when you're angry, but at the same time its endearing."

It came out more slurred than he wanted it to, wanting nothing more than to right his vision and get his breathing to pick up a bit. He wanted to get that rush back, to get the adrenaline pumping once more. He knew that was going to be difficult, seeing as he was currently leaning on the chair his prey was sitting in for almost all of his support. The rain pelted down, lighting cracking across the sky with such ferocity that there had to be a Skrill or two out there. Thunder boomed and there was certainly no flying outside. Even the wind had decided to pick up, the howling sound outside shrill to his ears.

Gods above, what on earth was this hunter going to do.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He'd felt for half a second that he really was going to lose this fight, that he'd return home having lost more than just that, the moan against his skin gave him the dirtiest kind of shivers, and really his attempt at striking the man with his head had been a crack shot that could have gone wrong in so many ways. He didn't know how much force he'd managed to muster, the move was a desperate clamber from his body for control over itself again, not willing to let another take it from him in this sort of way.

The only ill effect of such a sudden blow to Dagur's dead, had been the momentary stars dancing in front of Hiccup's own eyes, dazing him for a moment as he tried to re-capture the situation before the other recovered and came back twice as intent on victory. When his vision started to clear more, he could tell by the heavy was that the hunter was leaning on the chair that he'd managed to get a good blow on him, even staggering him to his knee. Good. He was starting to win the upper hand again, he just needed to keep that motion going, before he lost momentum and fell.

He turned a fiery green gaze up at the man, all the fight and energy burning in this depths, ready to explode, "I told you, Dagur. I told you I would fight you." His growled out words matched his eyes as he glared up at the man with an anger that didn't grace those features often, "I'm not as strong as you, but I'm twice as stubborn and twice as tenacious." He slipped the dagger from his belt and moved to attempt to hold it at the man's throat, eyes furious and keen on violence, a scary feeling even for him, "now. You're going to give me one good reason why I shouldn't open your throat right here and now." His breath was heavy and harsh, recovering from the panicked choke-hold he'd felt like he was in earlier, he'd never felt such a desire to just kill someone, but he still hesitated, his burning anger not enough to let him kill an unarmed man in such a way.

"I'm dangerous all the time, Dagur. You made the mistake of underestimating that." It was his turn to laugh cruelly, "you dropped your guard, the same way I dropped mine, and who's in control now?" His face wrinkled in an aggressive snarl, "not you, you've lost any and all control. You're mine now." He settled a mad glare on him, perhaps a little intoxicated by the control he'd managed to win back, the expression was wild and dangerous, and if he was looking at himself from outside of his body, he probably would have been terrified.
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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Post is rated MATURE for semi-sexual themes

The expression that came over the other mans face was absolutely delicious. He loved the raw anger that decorated the young mans features and wanted nothing more than to see it in actual battle. It made his stomach churn with enjoyment, the rage in those green depths matched that of a true Beserker and he wanted nothing more than to take him. Of course his prey wasn't going to allow that easily, oh no, he seemed intent on keeping his word, not to forget that would end the fun far to soon.

The words that sank into him like knives were more than pleasurable. Oh yes, he was dangerous when he wanted to be, he was stubborn and was tenacious but had one downfall. He was far to kind, he knew he wouldn't be killed because he knew Hiccup. The man couldn't bring himself to kill a dragon, let alone a person. The fact that he had even pulled a knife on him however, that had done nothing but excite him.

Sadly, the game was almost over.

He would grin at the boys next words and decided to play along now that his vision had returned back to normal. A low rumbling hum escaped his lips as he bared his throat to the blade, allowing a wide eyed and glassy look to come over his features. It was a submissive posture, although a bit sensual but the goal all the same. He was going to make the man before him think he had won, that he was enjoying the blade that was next to his throat. Granted, he was enjoying that part, but that was simply a small detail.

Of course that part of him being submissive was an act, but no one quite knew that particular talent of his.

He would then suddenly aim to grab both of the mans wrists and push forward, wanting to pin the preys arms to the chair. He would press forward, wanting to place a kiss upon the mans lips. It would be surprisingly gentle, his lips only wanting to brush against the others for a moment. He would purr in bliss, loving the sensations that ran through his body. He would pull away only enough to speak, a breathy laugh escaping his lips.

"You're right, but you seem to have forgotten."

This time it would not be a fleeting brush, it would be a hard, demanding kiss. He was going to savor the taste of the boys lips and enjoy the sensations that ran through him. He would pull away, himself slightly breathless with a glazed look over his features. He spoke, a grin stretching across his face.

"I'm twice as desperate, a madman, and you..."

He grinned and paused, finally releasing his quarry. He moved backwards to lean upon the door.

"Are like my own personal drug. In return for the hit you can ask me one question and I swear on my life that I'll answer truthfully without any riddles or beating around the bush."

He licked his lips, his grin a little hazy and his eyes a little glassy. He truly looked like he had just taken a strong drink of sorts. He surely felt like it, it was as if Hiccup was his own personal brand of heroine.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

His grip on the blade was vice-like, eyes staring hard at Dagur, he could do it, he could push the knife into this man's throat and rid the world of one more madman. He had no doubt the man had done the same to his share of people, defenseless or otherwise, he would be doing the world a favor...But what of his village? They seemed to thrive under Dagur's rule, would killing him end up assuring a war between the two clans? Someone would take his place, someone who could just end up worse.

The submissive look caught him by surprise, accepting and human, he tried to shut it out of his mind as he grit his teeth in an angry snarl, his grip on the knife so tight that his knuckles had gone white and his hand trembled. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, the same hesitation coming over him now that has pushed him to free Toothless instead of killing him, he had the man here, vulnerable, right where he wanted him...But this wasn't a fair fight, and killing an unarmed man like this wasn't how he did things. So his grip loosened, and his expression died into begrudging defeat. He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill dragons and he couldn't kill people. He'd never hated himself more than he did right now.

He didn't get to ruminate long when his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pinned, the dagger clattering to the floor as a startled gasp was breathed from him, "desperate. That's a good word for it." His words were dry and flat, and this time he couldn't pull away when the man leaned in for the much less gentle kiss, only breathing hard through his nose and considering for half a moment that he wanted to bite his lip and tear the damn thing off. He didn't, but only because he was sure the deranged man would enjoy it far too much.

When he pulled away, the Hooligan Chief glared at him through hateful green eyes, thoroughly sick of feeling those lips against his own, "one of these days I'll kill you, Dagur. One of these days you wont have the upper hand." His words gave him pause though, looking over at him when he finally pulled away and the claustrophobic feeling started to lift from his chest, "one question..." He looked to the side, ruminating on it, he'd freely shared almost every detail about his isles, there was nothing left there to ask, so instead he sighed and looked down, "there are vikings and dragon riders out there ten times more formidable than me, Dagur..." He looked up at him, "I was the runt, a mistake, do you know how long I was dubbed the worst viking in Berk? What do you want from me so badly that you do...This...I know you said you want me, but I don't understand why..." It was a fairly simple question, but it felt like a revealing one. It felt like the right one to ask.
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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Post is rated MATURE for semi-sexual themes

He chuckled at the first few words that escaped the young mans mouth, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. The thought of his life ending by the mans hands being more than tempted. He simply licked his lips, staring at him with a predatory look. The other chief was still his prey and he was determined to bring him over to see the way he saw. To make them both a drug for each other, a way to intoxicate the other.

"I'll look forward to it~"

It was a purr and a promise at the same time, the want for the man more than he had realized. He couldn't help the shocked expression that came over his face at the question he was asked. Yes he knew that the prey before him was considered the runt in many aspects. He knew the cruel nickname of Useless, but that was something he almost found endearing. No matter how many times he saw people (he himself included) push the young man down he always came back with something new. It wasn't just that however, it was the sarcasm, the slimmer build, it was simply because he was unique. He was a completely different breed to anyone else he had ever encountered, something that was extremely rare in viking culture. He couldn't help but look downwards, thinking about what made Hiccup special. He glanced upwards, not quite lifting his head up but still being able to see the young man. The flames from the fireplace illuminated his features, his face soft and round compared to his own. It was nice to look at, almost sweet in a way. Perhaps he simply liked his prey because it was simply Hiccup.

"You really can't see it?"

The question was quiet, his voice breathy and full of disbelief. He couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips before he gazed over at the other man fully. His eyes glinted with disbelief and at the same time with humor.

"Hiccup I like you more than I should. You're like my own personal drug simply because your you. Trust me, I'm sure you know you're not like other vikings, but that's what makes you so desirable
to me."

He practically purred as he went to stand closer to the other chief, his stance relaxed. He wasn't to close nor to far, but just right to put the other viking on edge. It was heaven, from the boys looks to his touch, he wasn't even that bad for conversation. He just knew there was something otherworldly about the man.

"Beserkers don't have much time for romance, we take who we can if they're up for it. You should be honored I've taken a liking to you."

He would now lean in, once again wanting to trap the boy within the confines on the chair.

"Because you're the first I've wanted~"

A feral grin would flash across his face, him backing away once more to stand by the door. The rain still wasn't letting up, and he was starting to suspect that they were going to be stuck here for the night.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He couldn't help a snort at his words, unsurprising, he should have seen that kind of response coming from a mile away. There was something almost inviting about that thought, empowering, having control over this man's life and knowing that whichever way he chose to go he would accept it without question...He shook the thought away and smirked at the other chief, quirking a brow at him, "I'm sure you will." He snarked, his humor dry and a bit less vitriolic now that he wasn't being loomed over and menaced by the other man.

He anticipated a lot of half answers from the man in response to the question, really he'd asked fully expecting what he got, vague reasons that didn't really answer anything at all, but that was fine, he wasn't sure how much he actually wanted to know all the details in that twisted brain, he wasn't sure if he liked the thought of anyone seeing him the way Dagur seemed to see him, obsessively, so much so that he was willing to take what he wanted from him without wondering if he was present for what was happening. It wasn't love, then, Hiccup was sure this man didn't know the meaning of that word, it was a lustful obsession...And somehow that scared him more than love would have.

"You really are obsessed..." His voice was low, almost afraid, even more so when the other moved closer again, shrinking into his chair again and glaring at him, "forcing yourself on me isn't going to get you want you want, Dagur." Or maybe it would, he didn't want to consider just how far this man would take that force if Hiccup ever found himself unable to fight back. He glanced over at him with an unamused frown, "forgive me for not leaping with joy at the thought of being the object of obsession for a lunatic." His nose wrinkled, "how rude of me." His sarcasm was broken by the man coming close again, pushing himself back in the chair and giving him a warning glare, "I'll headbutt you again, Dagur." His tone was a warning growl, glad when the man backed off again.

When he was no longer pinned into the chair, he got to his feet, feeling the need to stretch his legs after being so cramped and suffocated. He kept an eye on him as he picked up the dagger he'd dropped before and slipped it back into the sheath on his belt, moving to one of the windows to look outside, "how long do these storms usually last?" He glanced over at him, "it feels like we've been here for hours..." He was starting to feel fatigued, from the rough last few days, and the rougher last fer hours, "I'm not entirely keen on sharing a sleeping space with you...But I might have to." He looked down, "we can't fly in this, and I can't make it back to Berk on no sleep..." He leaned against the window, watching the rain falling with a pensive look on his face.
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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Post is rated MATURE for sexual themes

He chuckled at the other mans words. Oh yes, he knew very well that the young man had a decent headbutt. It wasn't as if the other had tried to hide it, but it was amusing how he thought it would work once more. That was the thing about hunters, they were never able to pull the same moves off twice when it came to their prey. The same moves wouldn't work on him again, the first hit had been a fluke. This time he would be sure not to get to carried away again, make sure not to get himself completely drunk off of Hiccup. He watched as the man stood, his gaze unwavering, like that of a predator. A crack of lightning followed by the sound of rumbling thunder snapped his attention back to the present.

The other man had asked him a question that couldn't just go ignored.

A feral grin stretched across his face and he licked his lips. This storm wouldn't pass until morning, not with the way it was pelting the ground. He knew this, and he figured the man before him knew this as well. It was time to play some more, the need for that rush slowly coming back in full swing. It was settled, he was absolutely addicted.

"A shame, you should enjoy my company as much as I enjoy yours. After all, I make things interesting."

Low laughter escaped his lips, his eyes glittering with delight. He walked over to where Hiccup had been leaning against the window, his own gaze looking out towards the grey blur that was the scenery. He had seen worse storms than this and had been stuck in them too, they'd be fine but the one thing he realized is that the lodge wasn't made for overnight staying. There weren't any beds, but the two chairs were certainly large enough to sleep decently in. A low sigh escaped his lips, his blood slowly calming down after their little exchange. He still craved more of the other man, but things were going well enough. The other man still had a blade, granted so did Dagur, but that wasn't the purpose of it.

"We'll be stuck here for the night, it should dry itself out by morning. No guarantees though."

He took a glance at Hiccup, a smirk decorating his face as he would lean in close. The hunger in his eyes had died down quite a bit, but he still didn't look sane just yet. Oh he wanted to play now, but what was there to play? He knew his little mouse was starting to tire out, perhaps he could convince him to do what he wanted when he was half asleep? That would have made for amazing entertainment. Oh yes, now he certainly wanted to play.

"Looks like your stuck here with me, because I'm certainly not going to let you get yourself killed out in a storm like that."

The expression that had fallen across his face was that of the cat who caught the canary, and for good reason. With the hopeful distraction of words he had been aiming to cop a feel of the other mans rump. It wasn't going to be subtle, but it was playful with very little seriousness behind it. He just wanted to play now, seeing as they were going to be stuck here for a while. It would be fun after all.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

In a worst case scenario, he could try to make a desperate run for it, try not to slip or get his metal leg caught in the soft loamy ground as he tried to outrun an experienced hunter, try and get on his dragon's back so they could try and fly blind to anywhere but here. Being here was feeling more and more heavy and oppressive by the moment, more anxious, his skin prickled uncomfortably with it, like pins and needles threatening to send him over the edge of nervous to panic. But he wouldn't, he couldn't let that happen here, he couldn't lose control and give it all to Dagur. He could feel his eyes on him as he pointedly kept his own on the wild woods outside, wishing he could be there instead of here. Anywhere but here.

"Interesting isn't the word I'd use." He snorted, turning his eyes to the man, "uncomfortable, claustrophobic, terrifying sure...But not interesting." He didn't know how true those words were, after all, he had to remind himself that he'd followed Dagur here because he was curious, because he wanted to know more, because knowing more and learning more were his own sort of addiction, the thing that drove him from home so often, "I get to spend the night with my stalker? Oh joy..." He glanced over when he came to stand beside the window, then trained his eyes back outside, "if it isn't cleared by morning, I'll chance the storm." Better to die to the wind and sea than be lost to this psychopath, he figured.

He glanced over cautiously when he leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes a little, it's not like he had a huge bubble of personal space, with friends, but this was no friend, and having him constantly so close was making him testy, "like to see you try and stop us from leaving." He snorted, glancing back out the window, only reacting when he felt the other chief's hand on his rear, his cheeks suddenly flushing red as he turned a glare at him and swatted his hand away, "don't start getting grabby!" He backed up against the corner, eyeing him, looking a little shell shocked and indignant that he'd actually tried to cop a feel.
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[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

The man was so soft to the touch, it was almost unbelievable. He couldn't help the grin that came over his face at the brunettes attitude, the rising blush not having gone unnoticed. It was adorable, he was adorable, it was certainly an endearing quality. It was then that he realized that he had forgotten to mention one of the most interesting things that attracted him to Hiccup. It was his emotions and they way that they decorated the young mans features. He couldn't tell if this was his favorite or if it was the boys anger that made for the best rush. Maybe he had been a little vague, that would need to be rectified. He had said he wouldn't beat around the bush didn't he?

"Never knew you were so adorable when you blush, I like it."

He let his grin show, chuckles escaping his lips but made no more moves to touch the other man just yet. He hummed for a moment, collecting a way to try and describe how the boys emotions riled him up.

"There is one other thing I forgot to tell you, why I'm entranced by you, although its difficult to explain."

He sighed, shifting a bit as he glared at the ground, trying to come up with a way to explain it. How could he explain it? The flash of raw emotion that came over the others face made for such a rush that he couldn't get enough. How and why was the issue and were questions he didn't have an answer for. A low growl escaped his throat, irritation at not being able to figure out why it made him go crazy. It simply wasn't logical, granted with him nothing ever was, a glance being given over to the man before him.

"I don't quite know the why, but I do love the emotion that flashes across your face."

He would lean towards him, voice dropping an octave and going quiet.

"Its so raw and primal, it really fires me up. I can't tell if your anger or blush is better. You're anger gives me a rush, almost as if I've flown to high."

A low hum would escape his throat, leaning forward quickly to steal a brush of lips before backing away. He was still mindful of the weapon strapped to the young mans belt, his own knife pressing against his hip with his movements. He couldn't help it, the taste of Hiccups lips far to intoxicating to resist. He let a loose smirk fall across his face, his eyes once again looking dazed.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

His expression went from indignant to annoyed at the words, and he wrinkled his nose in an aggressive sort of expression, "shut up." He was getting sick of this man's purrs and growls, the words rolling off his tongue felt more like acid in his own ears, no matter how honey covered they were. He was ready to try and knock this man's lights out, shifting his body just slightly into a more poised for attack position, one he hoped Dagur wouldn't notice, "I'm not yours, I never will be yours. I belong to someone else, Dagur." Hearing these things from anyone else might have been flattering, they might have been complimenting words, but from him it just made his skin crawl. He didn't want to hear these things from him, he didn't want to know what made him tick, especially since these things were involuntary.

"Stop. Talking." His words came out as a low, warning growl, eyes burning with an annoyed anger as he watched his movements carefully, his breathing calm and steady as he waited for the right moment to try and strike. He knew that whatever he did could only serve to excite the man more, but if he didn't fight he would just fall, if he wanted raw and primal, Hiccup would give him that, he would be as savage as he could manage.

When the man came closer again, he shifted himself more, trying to keep his movements subtle enough to not be noticed, "you want me angry, you're doing a good job of getting me there." The fact was punctuated by the other man yet again leaning forward to brush a kiss against his lips, and this time Hiccup's eyes blazed, "Stop doing that!" It was here, while Dagur was still relatively close, that he would attempt to swing right for his face, putting everything he could behind the blow.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Mature post due to sexual themes

And so their game would start up once again, the need to play boiling within his blood. He grinned, it slowly growing bigger at the words given by the slimmer man. He was watching the others moves closely, seeing the fighting stance as it slowly unfolded. He did enjoy the fact that the other chief was intent on keeping true to the promise of fighting him every step of the way. It made for such glorious entertainment, the kitten trying to stand up to the rottweiler. It made his stomach churn with bliss, especially now that things were starting to heat up between them. He grinned further at the wishes of his prey, stopping was not on his agenda. It was simply to much fun and the man was far to delectable to resist. He knew he could find ways to make the other man squirm, to make him want, he simply needed to explore.

His eyes tracked the others movements, his hunter like instincts far to ready for the punch that was thrown.

It had force to it, enough to make his palm tingle with absolute satisfaction. He hummed, licking his lips as he tried to grip onto the other mans hand, the punch having been given to the palm of his own. He would then pull the other man forward into his chest, his free hand aiming to grab hold of the knife strapped to the brunettes belt. Once done he would grab hold of his own knife and quickly unsheathe them, a game within mind.

He would throw them both at the wall, embedding them deep within the wooden panes.

He grinned like a feral beast, his eyes glittering with excitement and glee. This would be fun, and would be the perfect way to show his little guest the difference in their strengths. He would stop holding him close to his chest, but tried to keep a grip on the other mans hand.

"I have a little game in mind, if you can get one of the knives and cut me before I can do the same, then I'll stop messing with you for tonight. If you can't....well..."

He let out a few loose chuckles, his laughter breathy and his eyes dark with interest.

"You'll be at my mercy."

His voice would dip into a low growl, a predatory and sensual tone having been taken rather than a violent one. He would smirk, deciding that having him go perfectly placid was not going to be much fun. A few more rules had to be added, since he surely wanted this to be more than entertaining.

"You can still fight me afterwards of course, but you'll be without a weapon."

Those were the conditions and the terms, and they were going to play whether his prey liked it or not because he certainly was not intent on letting him leave. Not that he could with the storm brewing outside.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

His eyes widened in shock-horror as his fist met the almost unmovable force of the other man's hand, letting out a frustrated snarl of a yell, he was sick of the other chief being ready for everything he tried to do, sick of losing his upper hand at every turn, it released in the most animalistic cry of rage that he could manage, glaring hatred at Dagur when he was pulled close against him, his breath heavy after such an outburst. He looked tot he side when his knife was taken from his belt, flinching when they were both thrown into the wall.

"I'm sick of your games, Dagur." but the expression in his eyes said that he was deadly serious this time, it may be a game to him, but it was one he was fully serious about. He didn't like these odds, Dagur was faster than him, more coordinated, if he still had both legs maybe he's stand a chance, but even years after losing it he was still not completely steady on his feet, at least not when moving too fast. He didn't want to play these games with him, but he knew that if he didn't, then Dagur would just play without him, and this gave him a chance to even the odds in his favor...Or try.

He eyed the other man with a furious fire in his eyes, "Fine. I'll play your game, Dagur...I don't seem to have much choice." He was ready to spring for the far wall where he'd embedded the daggers, eyeing the man at his side, "I don't need a dagger to fight you." But having one wouldn't hurt, he wouldn't waste time as he turned to make a break for the far wall, desperation driving him more than anything else.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Mature post due to sexual themes

He felt like he could almost burst from the primal cry that escaped his preys lips. He shuddered visibly at the sound, excitement running through every inch of his body. It made his nerve endings tingle and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He wanted to hear that cry again and again in as many different tones that were possible. It made him swallow thickly and his eyes darken with pure fascination. He grinned, all to ready to start this little game of theirs. He would always get what he wanted, he would figure out the mans soft points and prod them until he begged entirely for more. He was done simply getting little tastes and stealing brushes of the lips. He wanted to take the man he was gripping onto, he wanted to devour his voice and expressions, he wanted to savor the mans flesh as much as he wanted for tonight.

And this game would grant him what he wanted, regardless of what his toy thought of it.

He would grin, watching as the man readied himself to race towards the knives. He was ready as well, his stomach churning with bliss, adrenaline rushing through his veins, and the craving and overwhelming desire to win and claim his prize pushing him further than he thought he could go. He would count down from three within his mind, licking his lips with anticipation as he waited for that delayed gratification.

He would release the hand he had gripped, his own feet rushing him towards the knives.

He would aim to grab the one on the right, knowing that Hiccup was left handed and would more than likely go for the one on the left. He would pull it out with ease despite how deeply it had penetrated the wood. He would then try to swing it towards the mans left cheek, wanting to leave behind a shallow cut just deep enough to make his prey bleed.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He didn't know why he was agreeing to this, to these games that were less games and more a struggle for him. It was fun to Dagur, he knew this, he knew that he was enjoying every move he made and ever sound or word he uttered, but the alternative to fighting was laying down and accepting what he wanted to do to him, and that was not about to happen. He was desperate and determined to not leave himself unarmed as he was released and allowed to move.

Dagur's assumption had been right, and he veered to the left, the dagger the could grab and wield quicker than trying to do it right handed. It wasn't a particularly far dash, but the other man still seemed to overtake him, pulling his own blade out before Hiccup managed to even touch his own, the other man's superior strength giving him the upper hand as he so easily pulled out the knife while Hiccup struggled to pull his out. Letting out a furious growl as he finally got it free.

But it wasn't quick enough to avoid the other blade slicing across his cheek, and the shock of the injury was enjoy to clatter his dagger to the ground. He could feel the blood running down his cheek, turning his furious eyes at Dagur now, so pushed and prodded that his eyes were wild, with an expression almost unfocused enough to call unhinged, but he was still in control of himself, breathing heavily as he let out another cry and launched himself at the other man, aiming another blow at his face, aiming for his body to crash the other man to the floor. He was finished with trying to fight like a man, and if Dagur wanted him to be his prey, then he would fight like an animal instead.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Mature post due to sexual themes

The blade landed true and he almost wished it hadn't, but luckily his prey hadn't given up. He drove his knife once more into the wall just as another cry left those kissable lips. He grinned, once again blocking the punch with his palm, his body letting loose a soft shudder at the sudden ferocity of Hiccups attack. He allowed them to fall backwards, taking the brunt of the force before trying to turn them over, wanting to pin the mans wrists up by his head and sit upon the mans waist, making sure to put most of his pressure into his knees so not to damage his prey. He had nothing but a satisfied grin and wanting glint within his eyes.

"You're mine now~"

He said that simple phrase in a low purr, his gaze going glassy with desire. He would lean down with the aim of licking the blood from the mans cheek, a low rumbling purr escaping his throat. His focus would then shift, wanting to make the body beneath him feel just as much intensity as his mind was feeling. His tounge would aim to slide down the mans cheek towards that special spot on his neck, seeking that singular artery. He would try to suck lightly upon the spot, savoring the taste of the mans flesh. He would then attempt to sink his teeth into that spot in a nip, wanting to bruise and mark the man as his own. He would pull away for a moment, knowing that the ministrations he had just tried to preform could be more than pleasurable. His gaze would be full of satisfaction, a lick being given to his lips as he purred out words of praise.

"You have no idea how good you taste do you?"

It was a rhetorical question, the time to give an answer not wanting to be given. He would lean back down, wanting to claim the mans lips with a surprisingly gentle touch. He would however want to deepen it, wanting to explore the other man with the first deep kiss of many to come. Wanting more of that delicious taste, the brunette having given him more than a stomach churning bliss now that he was almost his.

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