[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He was trying his hardest to block out everything around him, the rain, the man sitting next to him, the fire and the blade that was being heated up in it. He didn't want to think about what was about to be done with that knife, he didn't want to think about what he was letting this man do and what it meant. He watched the man pulling back to reveal the skin along his wrist, a fairly sensitive area when he could have easily decided to do this somewhere less tender, but he didn't stop him to suggest that, he only let him proceed while watching with an expression that was inquisitive and thoughtful.

Hiccup's composure broke fairly quick when the hot blade touched his skin, and he let out a hiss, gritting his teeth and turning his head away. There would have been nothing that could prepare him for the way this felt, but it still caught him off guard, and he had to force himself not to jerk away or recoil against the searing pain. He was thankful that the man had clearly chosen something less intricate and involved, as his breath was already coming in a nauseous huff as he blinked the tears from his eyes, feeling sick to his stomach from the pain that was igniting every inch of him.

He didn't turn his eyes back to Dagur until he felt the soothing cold against his burning skin, letting out a shuddering, pained breath as he looked back at him, "y-yeah...Uh...Yeah." He didn't know what he could say, he wasn't even sure himself what he was feeling.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He smiled as he cleaned the wound, the others stutter making a soft chuckle escape his lips. He leaned back with a soft sigh, watching the other intently. His eyes flickered over the others form, his gaze full of curiosity before noticing the wetness within the others eyes. So it had been quite painful to him? It was a small mark, one the other could hide easily but apparently it hurt more than he had expected. He would rub his fingers lightly along the others hand and arm in soft swirling patterns absentmindedly.

"Try not to let others see this mark alright?"

His eyes would flicker upwards to meet the others. He would give him a soft smile, is eyes holding a playful seriousness to them. He would bring the others wrist up to his lips and place a tender kiss to the flesh there.

"These marks are meant for our eyes only."

His voice would be a low murmur as he stared at the swirling heart design he had carved into the others flesh. He would flicker his gaze over the others body, wondering if the other had that blush that he enjoyed so much. A smile would be flashed, placing the cloth back in the bowl of water. He would lean forward wanting to press his lips against the others, his hand coming up to cup the others cheek. He would pull away, his thumb aiming to brush away the moisture from the others eyes.

"You should get some rest, you look exhausted."

He would pull away, pushing the two chairs together for a makeshift bed that Hiccup could lay upon. He would lean against the wall next to the fire place, his arms crossing against his chest. All the energy had drained out of him and he wanted to rest himself, the morning would certainly be interesting.

-Time Skip-

The light of dawn crawled through the window with grey light, the clouds from the storm still not having passed but the rain had ceased. The fire had gone out sometime during the night and now the room was left with a dreary atmosphere. He woke up slowly, the throbbing in his arm from the mark given to him more irritating than painful. A low smirk came to his lips, not quite expecting the other to wake just yet. He stood slowly and carefully, his steps trying to be silent. He would attempt to lean down and press his lips to the others cheek softly.

"The storms passed, you should get up even though you are adorable when you sleep."

His voice would be a soft murmur and he would pull away from the other, eyes glittering with a playful yet slightly sleepy expression.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

Hiccup eyed him with a thoughtful expression as he cleaned his wound, regarding his words with a sarcastic snort as he rose a brow, "yeah uh, no problem there?" Who would he show? How would he even explain that, "Oh this? No biggie, I just let my mortal enemy brand me, y'know, the usual." He mocked with an amused quirk of his brow, getting his point across that he would definitely not be sharing this around with everyone. He tried not to think about the kiss that Dagur left to his wrist, he also tried not to think about the way it made his cheeks flush a little, glancing to the side and taking his hand back when it was released.

When Dagur leaned in for another kiss, there was a half heartbeat of a moment that he didn't pull away, but after a moment he did with an annoyed hiss, "I told you to stop doing that." He eyed him with a guarded expression, narrowing his eyes, "just because I let you do this does NOT mean you get to do these things, alright?" He rose a brow pointedly, a warning behind his eyes.

"Exhausted isn't the word for it..." He mumbled this as he watched him push the chairs together, cautious as he settled down in the make-shift bed. It didn't take long for him to slip into a deep, if not fitful, sleep.

-Morning-

It wasn't the grey morning light that pulled him from his sleep, or the soft kiss on his cheek, he only stirred when he heard a man's voice, familiar, but he couldn't entirely place it in such a deep slumber. Inevitably though, he let out a soft, annoyed mumble as he was pulled from sleep, blinking blearily in the dreary light of the stormy morning, "ugh..." It took another couple of seconds of blinking before his eyes widened considerably at the source of the voice he'd heard, sending the man tumbling from the chairs to the floor in a disoriented heap, "Dagur!?" He hissed a little at the sting in his arm, glancing down at the mark and remembering the entire night prior.

"The storm..." He glanced out the window, rolling to his feet before going to glance out the window, pointedly not looking at the man, "it looks like the rain finally let up." He glanced back at him at last, his eyes darting and confused as he tried to piece together what might have come over him to allow this to happen, "don't...Don't call me adorable..." Was all he could say with a lame bite in his words, quickly covering the mark on his wrist so he didn't have to look at it.

He didn't meet the man's eyes as he moved to pick up his dagger, slipping it back into the sheath on his belt, unsure of what to even say.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He simply smirked, finding the others startled reaction to be quite cute. He hummed and pocketed his own blade as the other chief did the same, the request having gone unnoticed for the time being. He blinked at the others awkwardness and decided it was now or never to steal one last touch before having to depart back to the Isle of the Living. He gave a soft squeeze to his own mark, the stinging pain that borderline burned bringing him a bit more strength and courage than before.

He smiled and walked forward swiftly, wanting to take advantage of the others awkwardness. He would try to wrap his arms around the other in a soft hug, a low smirk on his face. He would pull back from the seemingly tender moment slightly, only to move forward once more to steal a soft and tender kiss. He'd pull away, soft and hazy expression decorating his face from the slight cocktail of drowsiness, pleasure, and pain. He would walk past, his hand aiming to brush just over the other Chiefs supple backside in a playful gesture.

"We should probably start heading back to our homes, the Isle of the Living never really rests. You know where to find me so we can continue our little game."

He would start to make his way towards the door, pausing just before turning the door knob to look back at the other chief.

"I'll be waiting~"

He gave a grin and a wink, insinuating that more fun times were to be had when they met again. He would then head out the door, a low whistle being given to call Zaohr to him. The nadder bounded over with a few soft chirps, it having slept through most of the storm. He mounted and flew off, a soft smirk never quite leaving his face as he headed home.

-Exit-

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