[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He smirked at the others comment about being adorable. It wasn't as if there was any way of denying it, after all the man was undeniably cute. Soft auburn hair, mossy green eyes, freckles and such a slender frame. The word adorable suited him quite well and didn't feel like an insult when it left his lips. He only smiled at the other, words sneaking out past his lips in a mellowed tune.

"It suits you, viking not so much, you're to unique for that."

He leaned back in his chair, sleep tugging at his senses from the good meal and the warmth of the room. Fireworms were an excellent source of heat and lighting, so the castle was always pleasantly warm. He smirked, wondering just what other tricks the slimmer man had up his sleeves. He was like a spawn of Loki, always clever and crafty. It made him do a double take when a scheme was put into action, it was almost mesmerizing at times.

"And you have yet to see exactly where my possibilities lead Hiccup."

His eyes glinted with a playful challenge, fully ready to play around a bit even in his slightly muddled state. A deep sigh was taken as he listened to the other explain the process, it was interesting but he was finally relaxing fully. It was pleasant enough, the others voice like a soft singing melody to his ears. He figured that heaven would be as amazing as simply listening to the other talk for a few hours about something they were passionate about. A low smile came to his face, the relaxed state obvious on his person.

"Sounds like you'll be staying here for a few days then, after all you need to let that leg heal a bit before you ride out."

He stood, walking over to the other before trying to pick them up bridal style. He knew the servant boy would more than likely come to collect the dishes in the morning, either that or his servant girl. He would carry the slimmer man to the bed and lay him down on one side before laying on the other. He laid back with his hand falling just by his scar, the low humming electricity from the scar making his mind slowly become more alert.

"You should rest now, we'll have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

He smiled and got up for a moment, walking around the room and dimming the lights. It wasn't pitch black, the low orange glowing light that barely illuminated the room gave off a sensual atmosphere. He shut the window, happy to make this their own little world for now. He would lay back down on the bed, relaxing himself with the plan to fully commit the other to himself unfolding right before him. All he had to do was bide his time, eventually with patience the mossy eyed beauty would be his to claim.

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[Hiccup]

He let out a soft sigh through his nose, a little offended by the implication in those words, even if the other man's tone didn't imply intent to insult, he still found himself half insulted, "no kidding? And here I was thinking I was the poster child for raw vikingness." He scoffed a little, but he felt a little better when the words were coupled with being called unique, though was that a good or bad unique? He was never entirely sure, unique had been a curse to him at one point, but it seemed to be what people liked about him nowadays...Which he attributed almost entirely to Toothless and the rest of the dragons, he would still be nothing without them, "unique used to be what people hated the most about me." He snorted, "but I suppose everything changes." He was just glad it was for the better in this case. He smirked at that, leaning back in his chair in a much more casual, relaxed position than he had been before, attributed entirely to not feeling completely beaten down and helpless, his leg was broken sure, but he wasn't starving and filthy, "that almost sounded like a challenge, Dagur. But don't underestimate me." He shot the man a coy expression, a hint of confidence in his eyes, "you're stronger. But I'm smarter. You can kill the fox, but you have to catch him first." There was a playful mischief in his voice, maybe a tiny bit of a taunt towards the other. "Mm yeah, I don't need my leg to man a forge, but I can't fly like this." He snorted softly, "so I guess until I can, I'm stranded here." He wasn't entirely upset at the prospect, at least, he was eager to begin working on this new project...He realized more so than he wanted to that there was a tiny part of him that was doing this to impress Dagur, to remind him exactly who he was and what he was capable of, that ingrained need to constantly prove himself rearing its ugly head in the face of a situation where he felt no control. His eyes widened when he was picked up again, and he shot Dagur an annoyed expression, "you need to stop picking me up. I'm not a helpless damsel in distress." There was an offended bite in his voice, keen to remind the man that they were, in fact, equals now. He was exhausted though, he couldn't deny that, and when he was laid in bed he almost immediately felt his body relaxing into the sinky sensation of sleepiness, he cracked an eye open as he crawled into bed beside him, "I suppose I have no say in whether we share a bed?" He grumbled, but let out a defeated sigh, too tired to argue the point, "whatever...No funny business." His words were a mumbled warning as he sunk further, and eventually his breathing softened into the quiet rhythm of sleep. "Hiccup" - "Toothless" Dagur

M A I D

[Dagur]

    Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

He smirked at the others words, after all it was a challenge, one he would most definitely win. After all to catch the fox one must be the hound, and he was the most violent and untrained hound of them all. He was one to hide behind the facade of mans best friend only to turn into the destructive power of the wolf. The icing on the cake was the fact that his prey had become trapped upon his territory, within every trap he could set and light as a feather in comparison if the times he had picked him up were any indication. He smiled at the others comment of not having a choice, of course, there were no choices for his prey. After all, their free will was about to be ripped from them. Funny business? No, he was completely serious about what he was about to do.

"Wouldn't dream of it~"

He turned to let his back face the other, feigning sleep until the settling breaths of the others deeply relaxed state was heard. He sat up slowly, knowing the mattress hardly ever shifted due to its size. He smiled, baring his teeth like they were fangs in the most feral grin that had every graced his face. He pulled the blade from his belt, a small knife and slid himself gently over to the slimmer man. He brought the knife to his own flesh first, cutting into the mark the other had left oh so slightly so that just a well of blood coated the tip of the metal. He then moved to the other man, doing the same to the heart mark he had left on the others body. He then would lick the blade clean in one swift motion of the tongue. He then hid the blade once more on his belt before laying back, happy that he had been able to hopefully get away with the little task with little incident. He would hopefully fall asleep, his eyes closing with the faintest of smirks playing across his face.

-Morning-

He woke slowly, the sunlight falling across his face in the most irritating way. He sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly, a yawn escaping his lips as he cast his gaze over the room. He was right, the dishes had been cleared within the night by one of his servants. He stood, stretching to where his back popped pleasantly. His hair had come completely undone, the fiery red locks falling around his face in soft patterns and fell messily about his shoulders. His eyes were half closed with sleep, the soft gleaming emerald depths flickering over to see if the other chief was awake. His shirt was sloping off of one shoulder, the maroon fabric revealing slightly tanned skin that stretched pleasantly over smooth muscle.

"Time to open your eyes Hiccup~"

His voice came out in a husky honeyed tone, sleep having made it seem far more calm and musical than before. His throat burned with the command given to the other, giving him proof that the ritual had succeeded from the power his words held. Now to watch as the other came to wake, to see that cute little face scrunch up in realization.

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[Hiccup]

Sleep was a wonderful thing, it let him slip away from where he was currently trapped, it let him forget that he was in the bed of his enemy, at the mercy of a man that he did not trust in the slightest, but there was no choice, he'd given up his ability to choose when he accepted Dagur's offer to help him off that damned island. His dreams had taken him away from this situation, back home, a place that he missed so dearly, and he had to half wonder if he would ever see it again. Of course, these thoughts didn't permeate the heavy sleep that had fallen over him, too exhausted to even stir when the knife opened his skin, too beaten down and tired to be aware of the insidious thing that was being done to him against his will, but his dreams were distinctly more fitful, not enough to disturb his deep sleep, but it had been enough to cause him to squirm through the night. He hadn't expected to come awake so suddenly, pulled from his dead slumber by an uncomfortable lurching in his chest, the voice of the other man rang out in his head louder than he knew that it should have, he was deeply aware of it even before he was pulled into sudden consciousness, "Ugh..." His eyes came open at the same time that the other spoke, and he was immediately aware of the wrongness that he felt permeating every part of him. He couldn't pinpoint the cause yet, but he didn't need to know why to understand that something was different, something had been done, he turned a guarded mossy gaze on the man, nose wrinkling in anger, "what did you do?" He idly moved a hand to rub over the mark on his wrist, which itched like a cut that had been freshly opened, all the hairs along the back of his neck prickled uncomfortably as he stared the man down hard, his nerves and the feelings swirling in his stomach were causing his temper to flare. "I knew I couldn't trust you." His words were hostile and angry, and he balled a fist like he fully intended to fight Dagur here and now, broken leg be damned, "I should have stayed on that icy death trap...Taken my chances there..." He shuffled, sliding out of the bed and backing up, "I'm leaving, broken leg or not, I will not be some plaything to...To whatever sick games you're playing." He had a hunch, but he didn't want to be right about this one. He really did not want to be right about this one. "Hiccup" - "Toothless" Dagur

M A I D

[Dagur]

my soul is He watched as the other snapped awake, his sleep blinded brain hardly registering what the other was saying before he realized it had worked. He grinned inwardly, but outwardly remained in a tired state with the expression of 'what on earth are you talking about' plain on his face. He blinked, eyes narrowing defensively as he watched the others panic as if trying to connect the dots. He rubbed his temples, something he found himself doing more often than not. He took a breath and looked at Hiccup, fully ready to sell the act he was preforming for him. "Alright, what in Thors name are you talking about? I haven't done anything but wake you up." He moved forward faster than he thought possible, reaching out to grab the others hand, the one he had marked. He would press it against his side, shivers running up and down his form. His breaths began to shudder and fall out of rhythm, electricity hummed through his veins from the weak point. He knew the effect was so much stronger from the thinner fabric, his eyes starting to glass over as a small grimace began to form at what he was about to say next. "If you don't believe me take your chance and disable me." He knew one hit to the area he was holding the others hand in would down him for the rest of the day. The electric feeling was intensifying as he applied a bit more pressure. His breaths became labored, hands starting to shake as it was starting to become more evident that the spot was weaker than he let on. It was the main reason why his armor was lopsided in padding, more guard placed on the side just to even it out. He would lean in to speak lowly within the others ear, knowing just what to say to push the other to the edge of insanity. "Go ahead and show me what your capable of, hurt me." His throat did not burn this time, the Blood Oath not having been used. This was up to Hiccup and Hiccup alone, no interference from himself being given at all. It was time to see the boundaries the other was willing to break in order to prove a point. dark

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[Hiccup]

There was a suspicious, almost wild glint in Hiccup's eyes as he stared daggers at the man who was putting on a perfectly crafted facade of innocence, but he was beyond believing a word that dripped from this man's honeyed mouth. He'd backed himself further from the man who he was certain was putting up some false pretense of ignorance, his eyes narrowing when he spoke, "you know what I'm talking about Dagur." He pointed an accusing finger at him, eyes widening with fury, "I'm not stupid! Your pitiful innocent act wont work, it didn't before and it isn't now." He felt the hairs along the back of his neck stand when Dagur crossed the room, backstepping until his hand was caught by the other man. "Let. Me.Go." He tried to resist before he noticed where he was placing his hand, and the change in the man was nearly instant, and obvious. He could tell that his touch in this spot was overwhelming to him, that he was giving him an opening to completely disable him, and he could, he knew he was right, that Dagur had violated him, even if he couldn't prove it here and now, he knew he was right. And yet, this had never been the way he was taught to fight, he was taught to fight fair, and disabling the man through some weak point wasn't fair. Still, Dagur gave him an opening, and he was keen to show him that he wasn't the helpless child he'd been in their youth. He was sick of being underestimated by this man. His own movements were lightning fast as he moved his metal leg, taking advantage of the slightly weakened state Dagur had put himself in to knock his feet out from under him, yanking his hand away to take a powerful left hook at the man's face. If he managed to get him on the ground, he would crouch over him, a knee to his chest as his left arm would find itself against his throat, pressing down a bit, "I'm not like you, Dagur. I don't play dirty." His eyes blazed with unchecked fury, "I know what you did, I'm not stupid. I'm not helpless." He pressed down harder, "don't you ever forget that." He pulled back and stood again, breathing hard from the effort. "Hiccup" - "Toothless" Dagur

M A I D

[Dagur]

my soul is The ground swung beneath him, vision blackening with spots as a fist connected with his chin. The all to familiar copper taste entered his mouth, the feeling of his lip splitting not very concerning to his already out of it mind. His breaths shuddered, the part of the scar that wrapped around his back sending pins and needles across the entirety of his body. The others words were fuzzy, as if he were drowning. His lungs burned as he took in a breath, he managed a weak grin the high of pain being a little more than pleasing. It was so delightful, the fact that only he could bring out such a side in the oh so innocent Hiccup. When the pressure lifted off of him he let out a gargling chuckle, his throat slightly raw. Then he made his own move, the stealth and speed of a hunter throwing him into action. His feet found themselves underneath him once more, body propelling itself forward to pin the other against the wall. He was grinning now, blood leaking down his chin from the split within his lip. He took a shuddering intake of breath, his right arm wanting to press against the others chest in a similar manner as to what he was experiencing just moments before. The pressure would be light, the hesitation to actually cause harm to the other chief still permeating within his being. Instead his other hand would come to the wall, right next to the others head. He was still going to apply enough pressure to keep the other in place, quite confident in his own strength when in full battle mode. He moved to murmur within the others ear, danger and excitement heavily toning his voice. "You are determined to excite me aren't you? So unpredictable Hiccup, I like it." He would then try to capture the others lips in a deep kiss, far to happy to indulge himself in the others body. He would pull away, eyes glazed with pain and delight. He would then speak, his grin stretching even further as soft chuckles escaped his lips. "You want to know what the funny thing about your anger is? I never once called you helpless or weak, I have underestimated you at times mostly because your not built for extreme strength. Your built for speed and stealth, your mind is like a spring loaded trap with a dagger like tongue. I've noticed more of your strengths than any of those idiots you call friends, except maybe the blond haired girl." He grinned, eyes slowly calming as he spoke before a small flash of...envy? came over his features. It wasn't a reasonable envy and even he hadn't figured out why he wanted to be close to Hiccup. It simply wasn't logical, but nothing ever really was with him. A small knock at the door made him realize that they still had plans for the day. He murmured quietly, happy to fan the flames of their passion a bit more. "We'll play more later, for now you've got to change your clothes." He pulled away quickly, his throat burning from the Blood Oath command given to the other. He walked towards the door and grabbed the clothes meant for him along with his armor for the day. He gave a small nod of his head to the outfit that had been prepared for the slimmer man. It was common gypsy wear, and he liked it. Dark in color it would reveal the other mans naval, but cover the upper part of his chest in thick leather-like material. Sheer sleeves of silk would fall loosely and then tighten at the wrist for him. A jeweled neckline with a coin decorated hem on the shirt would wrap around his middle. The pants were rather simple, the fabric being a soft cotton similar to the velvet from before and would be tight at the ankles. The same leather-like material would create a sash at the waist, two layers of the sheer silk like fabric would fall in a half skirt around the pants with the same coin decoration much like a gypsy dancers belt. Sleek golden sandals would be provided if he would stick his one decent foot in it. They would be left by the servant girl on the bed for him to change into. "I'll be in the bath, don't try to leave the room, you wont get far." Once again Blood Oath burned within his throat at the command given. He gave a wink, knowing full well that there were four guards outside his room. Two by the door to stop it from opening and two across from the door to capture anyone trying to sneak out. He walked into the bath without looking back, wiping his lip free of blood. When he entered he tossed his garments onto the vanity table and grabbed washing supplies. He undressed and sunk into soak, hissing slightly as his scar came into contact with the hot water. Eventually he relaxed and washed himself thoroughly. He dried himself and began getting dressed. His own garments were heavier than the others, showing his dominance over the now gypsy boy. A dark form fitted long sleeved black shirt and deep maroon pants now decorated his form. He put on fur arm bracers that ended in gloves along with a fur armor shoulder piece. He put on solid black boots and slicked his hair back into a pony tail. Blue berserker paint went across his eye in three slashes, after that was done he washed the last of the paint off of his fingers and walked back out into the main room. He wanted to see if the other had done what he had asked, and how good he would look in the little number. dark

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[Hiccup]

❝

I delivered us to where we are, I have journeyed farther, I am everything I've learned and more still it calls me. And the call isn't out there at all it's inside me.

❞

He foresaw the quick recovery and retaliation by the other man, and he knew that on some level he probably enjoyed seeing him attack like that, but there was something so inherently satisfying about seeing him bleeding on the ground, something that made him half tempted to hit him again, and again, and again, until he was picking his teeth off the floor and gurgling blood. The thought disturbed him, that he could feel such an animalistic desire to hurt anyone like that, but Dagur had done nothing but violate him against his will, and that was justification enough in his eyes.

His eyes still burned with a fiery hatred when he was pinned, an instinctive rage bubbling just below the surface waiting for any and all opportunity to hurt him. He was tense, coiled and ready to spring should he be given an opening to do so, the want to hurt this man more bubbled disturbingly just below the surface, he half wondered if Dagur could tell from the acid in his eyes alone, "you haven't seen unpredictable yet, Dagur." He growled, the words came out through clenched teeth, and he felt that same uncomfortable sick when the man pressed in to force another kiss, it made his stomach churn in the most nauseating way.

His eyes burned with a protective fury when the man spoke ill of his friends, shoving back against him with a hostile sound in his throat, "my friends also respect me enough not to violate me at every turn." He reached a hand to press it into the spot that the man had so foolishly revealed, he didn't aim to hit him hard, just to press into it so he could shove him off, "I could make you feel powerless like that." He pressed in a little harder, an uncharacteristically sinister expression crossing his face, "I could take all of the control away from you, I could hurt you, and keep hurting you until you begged me to stop. Until you were broken and bloody on the floor." There was only so much pushing and prodding even the kindest man could take before he snapped, after all. He pulled back though, "don't forget that." He pushed past him, feeling he'd made his point.

He turned when Dagur gave the command, feeling to pull to obey, but when he saw what he had planned, he looked away, "over my dead body." He glared hard at him, "I'm not letting you parade me around the market like some...Harlot..." He could feel that nasty little tickle getting worse as he denied the command, but he refused to bow and submit to Dagur, he would endure whatever awful consequence came from this, head held in a proud and stubbornly high fashion as he waited for Dagur to return.

WORDS ● Dagur ● NOT TODAY DAGUR D8<

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[Dagur]

my soul is He shivered as the other man pressed his palm against the weak point of his body. The words that sneaked past those kissable lips made his blood boil and his eyes glaze over with unspoken promises. He was more delighted by this than anything he had ever experienced, those little threatening promises were more than enough to make his clothes seem to tight for his body. The pressure made his pulse race and his breath hitch, he was a sucker for pain from this man and the devastation he sought to bring. So when he came out of the bath his blood was boiling with absolute want and the burning of his throat from the Blood Oath in effect was driving him crazy. He wanted no he needed Hiccup to do those things to him. To take that control away, to finally make him fear for his life, to see that sinister rage flash within those mossy depths that only he could do. It was like a drug that made his mouth dry and his chest race, that left him in a state of utter and total desire. The words were lost on him as he tried to push the other onto the bed. He left himself open, he knew what he was doing and what could happen to him. He didn't care, he couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest. All he knew is that he wanted, and what he wanted he got not matter the consequences. He would press a soft kiss to the others lips before moving to his exposed neck, happily wanting to indulge himself in the others taste. "Follow through with that then" A kiss placed to the tendon that ran down the others slender neck. "Hurt me, break me" A kiss to that very special spot that would make the others breath hitch. "And show me what its like to be at your mercy." He would turn them so that Hiccup was on top, his expression glassy and unfocused as pleasure and pain mingled in an intoxicating brew. He wanted Hiccup, it didn't matter what the other did to him so long as it was something. Pain? Pleasure? Either was heaven when it was delivered by those soft nimble hands. His words held no oath to them, the others free will granted to the fullest extent. He wanted to see what the other would do, wanted to feel him toy with himself in any way that was deemed fit. He wanted his control taken from him, just as a small release. dark

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[Hiccup]

He let out a startled sound when he was pushed down against the bed, a growl rumbling in his throat, like a dog being backed into a corner, as he glared up at the man. He felt that horrible wrongness when hew as kissed again, jerking his face away only for the same lips to meet the skin of his neck, sending unwanted shill bumps over his body as he let out another rather hostile sound, "you are disgusting." He spat the words, reaching to grab a handful of his hair with his left hand, yanking hard to pull him off of him, "every action you make is wrong, violating, you make me sick." His breathing was growing more heavy the more his anger built up, and he released his hair to free his hand, intending to hit the man again before he was suddenly on top, and he found this to be much more to his liking, no more feeling cramped and backed into a corner.

He moved a knee to press into the injured side, a hand finding it's way to his throat as he stared hatred into his eyes, "you were at my mercy the moment you gave your weakness away. That's where your stupidity shows, you guard and hide them, I learned to turn mine into strengths." He squeezed together around his neck as he tried to ponder what of the ample things he wanted to do, that he would actually do. He knew the people who knew him would be horrified by this, by the way he was acting, by the merciless need to hurt this man that was in his eyes, but they hadn't been violated and pushed and prodded, they had no idea.

He let out a low sigh through his nose as his hand replaced where his knee had been pressing, moving to grab his hair to hoist him up, "there are only so many times you can push a dragon until it's had enough Dagur." He narrowed his eyes, "and I've had enough." He pushed him to the floor, using his metal leg to hold him in place, making sure the prosthetic limb was every so slightly pressed into the scar, but not completely, "I will never submit to you, Dagur. Never." He stood back to let him get to his feet before it was his turn to shove Dagur into the corner, brandishing the dagger that he'd refused to sleep without, pressing the blade to the man's neck, enough to draw a thin line of blood, but not enough to leave a mark deep enough to kill, "I could do it, right now, I could." His eyes blazed with a look that was just short of unhinged, "but I'd rather you suffer." His hand moved with the dagger again, pressing it this time into the scarred flesh on the side of the man's body, again, not enough to cause extreme bleeding, but blood still trickled noticeably from the injury, and he almost found himself disturbed by his own actions. Almost.

WORDS ● Dagur ● Oops Hiccup got a little dark...

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[Dagur]

my soul is It was amazing to see the others personality completely shift on its axis. To watch rage and fury roll in heavy tides within those mossy green depths and to see the contours of the others face twist into something horrific. He let a soft gasp out at the pulling sensation of his hair, a low purr escaping him as they turned over. His breath hitched as pressure was applied to that oh so sensitive scar and then wound its way up to his throat. His breathing went shallow from the pressure, the words coming from the other sounding as if he was speaking them underwater. He was on cloud nine at this point, feeling helpless, weak, without control. It was heavenly. He was pulled upwards by his hair, the glassy look in his eyes and dazed smile more than enough to clue in that something was undeniably wrong. His breath came in a shaky gasp, finding that his hair was a small weak point in it of itself. He was thrown down to the ground, the breath being knocked out of him before the buzzing electricity of light pressure against his scar made his back arch. A low hissing breath was taken, a mixture of pleasure and pain being the nullifying cocktail that was running through his veins. His head was fuzzy, his vision blurring at the overload of sensations. Up again and then shoved into a corner, his eyes now completely unfocused and the words coming from the other unregistered. The coolness of the blade against his neck caused for a soft intake of breath, the warmth of blood trickling down from the wound once again overstimulating the flesh there. He shivered just before the blade was pulled away, trying to catch his breath from the intoxicating treatment he was receiving. Then his body went on overload. "ah-HAH" Choked sounds escaped his lips as his gaze became completely glossed over and unfocused as the blade slid across the scarred flesh there. The suddenness of it along with the hypersensitivity of that area completely overloading him and shutting him down. His back arched impressively before he collapsed onto the floor, making the wound a bit worse than intended but nothing fatal. He slumped, barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness. His chest was heaving with every intake of breath and his hair now fell around his face in messy locks from the rough treatment. He barely had enough strength to look upwards and give an airy smile. He was to far gone in the things he was feeling to fully communicate. He swallowed thickly, unable to move his body much as his nerves tried to calm down. "in....tense..'s..to....much..'n.one...go..." He panted, wishing the other could feel just how sensitive the flesh was, just how intense a sensation it was. He knew he couldn't do that, not even with the Blood Oath they now shared. He was unable to move at the others mercy, with no energy to speak of as he freely bled, slumped within the corner he had been shoved into. dark

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[Hiccup]

He knew that Dagur was eating this up, he knew that everything he did was only pleasing him more, but he also couldn't find it in him to care. He'd suffered all of these paranoid and violated feelings at the hands of this man, and he was only eager to make him hurt, whether he enjoyed it or not. It was enough to see him buckle and fall to his knees like that, even if his face reads pleasure mixed in with the pain, he was still watching him slump helpless into a corner, bleeding from wounds he caused, and he was a little bit afraid of how satisfying that was. It scared him how many things he wanted to do to this man right here and now, horrible violent things, and it burned in his eyes even as he left him on the floor, "too much?" He snorted rolling his eyes, "of course you're enjoying this." He shouldn't have expected any different.

He looked down at him for a long moment before kneeling down and taking his chin with more force than needed, still buzzing with an aggressive energy, "here's what's going to happen." It was his turn to loom over Dagur backed into a corner, and he liked the power that gave him, "you're going to tell your guards to let me leave this...Citadel or whatever you call it." He squeezed the man's face tighter, it was unneeded, but he still had plenty of tension to get out, "I'm going to go check on Toothless. I wont fly away, we can't until his tail is fixed." And until his leg was mended, he was blatantly aware of the way the still broken limb ached painfully after so much movement on it, "I'll still tour the market with you. In my own clothes." He was still refusing to put on that humiliating outfit Dagur had picked out.

He pulled away, looking down at the man who almost looked like he could be inebriated, "I'll have someone come and look at those injuries." He knew Dagur was in no real state to argue with him, he was completely gone, and that had been half of Hiccup's reasoning for doing this. He ignored the gnawing effect of whatever curse or insidious thing Dagur did to him and he changed back into his own leather armor, feeling better to be more protected. He looked back at Dagur, "what do I tell your guards to get them to let me leave? I'm just going out to the stables." He wouldn't get very far trying to get out of here, he knew Dagur knew that, but he needed fresh air and to be alone for a little while, and he could tell Dagur was in no state to do much about it.

WORDS ● Dagur ● NOTES

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[Dagur]

my soul is His mind had gone fuzzy, the others words completely drowned out by the blood roaring in his ears. His face was taken hold of, the pressure like a candle compared to the supernova of sensations he had just been through. His breath slowly evened, his brain only coming back around when he realized that the other was putting on their armor. He chuckled, standing slowly and pressing his sleeve to the small cut on his neck. He stretched his back out, removing the armor he had put on in favor of grabbing a black tank top. He took off his form fitting shirt, his frame slightly blood stained around the wounds that had been delivered. He pulled the tank top on and then put the longer sleeved shirt on over top. It now looked as if no damage had ever been done to the article of clothing. He pulled his hair back again, letting it be smoothed at the top but a little more messy as it fell over his shoulders. No reason to hide what they had just done, he'd done stranger things after all. He turned to the other, green eyes glittering with entertainment. He still wasn't all the way there, but was decent enough to move about. Complex speech? Well that wasn't something he thought he could pull off. Simple things worked a bit better when it came to an overloaded brain. He made it over to the door, looking back at Hiccup with a smile. "You coming? Even if you were to leave on your own you'd get lost, the castle is kinda huge. I'll take you to the stables though, hopefully Toothless got along with Zaohr and Nephthys." He seemed completely normal now, his voice mostly level with an air of calm to him. It always happened like that, the calm just after the storms rampage, a time of recovery. He would open the door, the guards being dismissed as he led the way to the stables, making sure to hang back every once in a while whenever he found himself pulling to far ahead of Hiccup. The stable boy from before was there to greet them and he moved inwards to see just how comfortable the dragons had gotten. Each stall was equipped with a heating rock and a food and water trough. Most were almost always kept open which allowed socialization between the dragons. He knew his dragons behaved themselves enough, the dragons having more than likely having gotten a checkup when they got back. He was told there weren't any injuries and that the dragons had been resting and chattering among themselves. He clicked his tongue and Zaohr came bounding over, he pet the dragon with a slightly distracted smile. His brain was still a little off but he was slowly coming back around but not quite fast enough. Nephthys came trotting over from Toothless's stall, after having a little chat of curiosity about the nightfurys tail. She rumbled at Dagur and he happily pet her neck and ran his hand down her back much to her arching like a cat. He chuckled, receiving a small nudge to the back of the head from Zaohr. He gave the nadder a soft nudge back and continued to pet the two reptiles and make sure his dragons had been taken care of. He wasn't surprised when he found that they had been taken care of, the same treatment more than likely having been given to Toothless as well. He spoke to Hiccup, a soft smirk on his face. "I'll call for a carriage, its a lot easier to use than a dragon in the marketplace." He turned away, his dragons staying behind in the stables and curiously chirping after the human that smelled like their rider. He gave a way over to the carriage driver, them bringing over a two horse pulled carriage. The horses were dappled grey and a roan bay, the horses being of the draft breeds to pull the cart with little difficulty. He leaned against the entrance to the stables, waiting for the slimmer man to finish up with whatever he was doing to Toothless. Of course he was also trying to let his mind clear a bit more so he could actually hold a conversation. He hung a leather pouch on his hip, him having asked a servant to bring it to him. Oh yes, he was planning on spoiling the slimmer man rotten today. dark

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[Hiccup]

[attr="class","iconimage"] I'll never go down your road I found my way on my own I'm never gonna fall in line, your future is not mine.

There was something deeply satisfying about seeing the man so out of his element, seeing him struggling to form coherent words as he tried to get himself back together, a little disturbed by how deeply he enjoyed seeing him in such a bloodied state. He couldn't be bothered to feel guilty for too long though, letting out a displeased huff through his nose as he crossed his arms and waited for the man to ready himself, clearly coming to the same conclusion that Dagur had, he really didn't know his way around here, he could guess by the path they took on the way up, but that had been a while ago, and he'd been fairly out of it with exhaustion at the time, so as much as he loathed it, he needed Dagur to show him the way. He nodded, letting out a sigh as he followed after him, his pace a little slower than normal thanks to his only good leg being broken, it meant he had to rely more on his metal one, which made for a somewhat awkward gait...But he supposed it was better than being carried. He was glad when they got to the stables, all those little sounds that only dragons could manage put his mind at ease, and he was fairly sure the relief showed in his features. The area looked comfortable enough at least, every stall seemed well equipped, so he was comforted knowing that his own dragon had more than likely been well taken care of in turn. His face lit up considerably when the black dragon bounded to him, carefully bunting his head into his rider's chest, gentle enough that he didn't topple the man, but with enough force to get the message across, "Yeah I missed you too!" He laughed, taking hold of the Night Fury's face and pressing their foreheads together, "I'm alright, we'll get home soon, Bud." He promised, then let out a yelp of protest when he was suddenly assaulted by overjoyed licks over his face, head, chest, dragon kisses tended to cover a lot of ground...He didn't realize that he wasn't alone until he heard Dagur's voice, turning to eye him from where he was now laying on the ground like a dog that had just been caught rolling in the dirt, "right! Uh, the marketplace." He chuckled as he shoved the dragon's head away, getting to his feet and shaking off what spit he could like a dog, "I'll come see you again when we come back, alright, Bud? I promise." Toothless gave an affirmative croon before glancing at the other two dragons and shuffling back into his stall to get comfortable. He looked curious when the sound of hoof-beats against the ground caught his attention, looking impressed and intrigued by the horses when they stopped short of them, "they're very impressive up close..." He mused, reaching a careful hand to pat at the dappled grey's nose, cooing affectionately to it, when he was finished fawning over the horses, he turned to Dagur with a smirk, "alright, the marketplace then." He crossed his arms over his chest, a playfully challenging look in his eyes, "impress me." His temperament was clearly much better now for the fresh air and assurance that his best friend was okay. Dagur | word count | "Dialogue" | Thought | "Toothless"

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