Change of heart(A Dagur The Deranged One-Shot)

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“What are you thinking?” Dagur asked me as I looked at him unsure.

“I wondering if this is the best idea you could have.” I replied as I fine tuned the edge of a sword.

“Explain.” He told me.

“You need time before you can get revenge on Hiccup, Dagur.” I told him, “You can’t just rally a bunch of people under you who are good fighters and expect to win, they do have dragons.”

“Then what do you suggest we do, Thora.” He asked.

“We should gather as many troops as we can, on the down low.” She stressed, “As well as strengthen your armada before we even think about attacking head on. And I would like to suggest that when get a good number of troops we leave the archipelago and train before coming back and hitting them when they least expect it.”

Dagur thought about what I said for a moment before nodding, “We’ll do that, then.” He said with a smile, “That’s why I love keeping you around, Thora. You always have a better plan than me.”

“Good to know it’s not just because you love me.” I said sarcastically.

“There are a million reasons why I keep you around.” Dagur said as he sat down next to me and rested his head on my shoulder to watch me as I worked, “And all of them are equal to the reasons why I love you.”

“Don’t try to butter up a girl who has a sword in her hands.” I warned.

“When haven’t you had a sharp object in your hands?”

“When I was born.”

“Dagur, are you sure we should be going this close to Berk?” I asked him as we sailed towards a near by island.

“We’ll be fine, Thora, don’t worry.” Dagur assured from the helm.

“If you’re wrong can I hit you with my hammer?” I asked.

“If it makes you feel better, then yes.” He told me with a chuckle.

I gripped my hammer tightly and let my back hit the mast of the ship. There was something out there in the clouds, I could feel it. And I knew better than to let my guard down when my gut told me something.

Her brown eyes darted across the cloud line, looking for some kind of movement.

“Dragon attack!” I heard behind me.

I whipped around to see the other side of the boat. There was in fact a gronkle and a nadder behind the ship with riders on them. I took a couple steps back as habit, but shook it off and shifted my hammer to my right hand ready to charge.

Dagur’s pov.

Oh, this was magnificent! Two dragons and their riders. One was the girl too, so Hiccup couldn’t be far behind.

I was prepared to get to the catapults when a blood curdling scream wept over the ocean.

I turned around instantly to see Thora being carried off by a monstrous nightmare. Her hammer was thrown on deck haphazardly.

My fingers dug into the wooden railing so hard my knuckles turned white, and my jaw almost snapped out of place when I heard the riders were gone too.

“We’re going after them!” I declared angry with myself for the fact I wasn’t about to do anything but watch, “No!” I contradicted, “We’ll get more recruits and ships before going after her!” I decided, “That way we have better odds of getting her out of there alive. I mean she’s smart so as long as she keeps her mouth shut they’ll keep her alive. Stoik doesn’t have the stomach for blood anyway.”

Thora’s pov.

“Oh Thor! Oh Thor! Oh Thor!” I repeated loudly as I was carried though the sky, my heart was beating so hard I couldn’t distinguish the beats from the dragon’s wing flaps.

“Oh sweet Odin!” I cursed as a boy with long blonde hair in deadlocks came up to eye level with me on the back of a green dragon.

“I don’t know!” He called downwards, “She doesn’t look like a crazy killer! And more than that she looks scared to me!”

“What?” Someone else yelled up to him.

I screamed again.

Another person, this time a girl, with long blonde hair kept in braids came up next to the boy, and I realized what they were ridding.

“Hideous zipple back!” I screamed much more to myself than anyone else in ear shot, “Oh Odin, why?”

“We actually didn’t get to pick.” The boy told me, “Like as much as I like the guy, I would have much rather had a solo dragon away from her.” He pointed to the girl.

“You think I’m happy about sharing my dragon with you?!” She demanded.

“Ruffnut! Tuffnut! Now is not the time!” I heard another girl yell.

I looked over and saw a blonde girl on a deadly nadder.

I began preying to any and every god I could think of for salvation from this bad dream.

“Leave her alone.” Another voice told them sternly.

“Fine.” They said in usion and glided down leaving me to stare at open sky and ocean.

“Where are you taking me?” I yelled back to them hoping someone would answer me, I had calmed down a little having the zipple back out of my face.

“Berk!” The same voice that called the siblings off told me.

“What do you want with me?”

“Hard to say!” He told me.

“Why don’t you just drop me in the ocean and let me drown, or let thunderdrums, or scauldrons, or seashockers get me?”

“That’s just kinda cruel, don’t you think?”

I just sighed, I wasn’t going to get much out of them until they wanted to give me information.

I tried to take a few breaths to calm myself down completely, they weren’t going to kill me just yet. But I found it impossible with the claws of a five plus ton beast carrying me through the skies.

It wasn’t much longer that we came to a land mass. I assumed it was berk.

The dragon that was carrying me, went down into this arena looking structure. I was dropped near the wall to the left of the entrance by the nightmare.

There was a boy ridding it.

Everyone of the ridders got off their dragons, who then started to surround me.

I swallowed hard, and started to back up. There was the monstrous nightmare, the hideous zipple back, a deadly nadder, a gronckle, and a. . .

“Night fury?” I squeaked out, pressing myself against the stone wall.

“Yeah.” Said the same person I was talking to earlier.

“Alright girl, back up a little and giver her some room.” The blonde girl said to the deadly nadder.

“You too Meatlug.” A husky blonde boy told the gronckle, “She doesn’t look to good.”

“Back up a little bud, I don’t think she’ll give us any trouble.” The brunette told the night fury who did as he told.

But as those three dragons got further away, the hideous zipple back got closer. There was only about two feet between me and their faces, I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way to stop myself from seeing my fate. But they didn’t get any closer than that.

The unmistakable roar of a monstrous nightmare echoed throughout the stone structure.

I opened one of my eyes to see what was going on. The hideous zipple back had backed off, the same monstrous nightmare that had carried me off was standing about ten feet from me looking angrily at the other dragons.

My legs lost feeling at that moment and slid down the wall until I was sitting in the fetal position.

“Non of the dragons are going to hurt you.” The brunette assured me as he inched closer trying not to startle me anymore than he could see I was, “I promise you that.”

I swallowed and hugged my knees as he knelt down in front of me. I had realized that he was missing a leg, was this who Dagur was after?

“My name is Hiccup.” He told me with a smile.

Well that answers that question.

“This is Astrid,” He pointed to the girl with the deadly nadder, “Fishlegs,” The husky one with the gronckle, “The twins, Ruffnut and, Tuffnut,” He pointed to the girl with the long braids when he said Ruffnut and the boy with the dreadlocks when he said Tuffnut, “And that is Snotlout.” He pointed to the short boy with black hair who stood next to the monstrous nightmare.

He smiled at me waiting for me to tell him my name.

“I’m Thora.” I almost whispered.

Hiccup looked surprised a second and then he smiled bigger at me, “You’re lucky to be named after such a strong God.”

I shrugged.

“Why were you with Dagur on his ship?” The girl named Astrid asked as she stepped forward a little.

“Dagur was, and to many people on berzerk still is, the chief.” I started, “When he came back, and asked me to come with him, I couldn’t really say no.”

“Why would he want you?” The twin, Tuffnut asked, “Like no offence, but you don’t really look like the kind of person who would be best on the battle field.”

I swallowed, “I’m a skilled black smith.” I told them, “He wanted me to come to keep him in supply.”

“Wait.” Astrid said suddenly, “Are you THE Thora Pilkvist of Berzerk? As in the same legendary black smith?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself legendary.” I said more to myself, “I mean I lack a lot of experience, but the hard work I’ve put in has defiantly made my name.”

“You are!” She exclaimed.

“That is my name, and where I hail from yes.” I said softly.

“I am such a big fan!” She exclaimed, “Your work is inspiring!”

“I traded Johan a hefty price for that one mace, and it was so worth it!” Tuffnut exclaimed, “The quality, how it felt in my hands, you woman have a gift from the gods.”

“Thank you?” I said more to myself as he and Astrid went off on the weapons they had gotten from my handy work.

“Sorry about this.” Hiccup apologised to me for their weirdness.

“Believe it or not, I have seen much stranger walk into my forge.” I told him as the two started almost squealing like little girls about how long the sharp edge lasts as Ruffnut joined in.

“So what are we going to do with her?” Fishlegs asked as he walked up to the brunette.

“The best thing to do right now is keep her as far away from Dagur as we can.” He said and stood up.

“No!” I exclaimed. Hiccup stopped and stared at me, everyone stared at me. I clambered up to my feet awkwardly, “Trust me.” I assured him, “Dagur will stop at nothing to get me back now that I’m gone.”

“And how do you know?” Tuffnut asked getting right up in my face to ask that.

“Because it’s happened once before.” I said more as a question than a statement.

“When?” The blonde demanded.

“When he came back to Berzerk.” I said, “My father was one of few who no longer saw Dagur as the rightful chief since he wasn’t dead, and because he wanted me to come with him, Dagur just about offed my father to get what he wanted.”

“Sounds like Dagur, alright.”

My attention shot from the blonde way to close to me to the entrance of the arena.

A tall man with a bushy red beard came through with a blonde man that had a long mustache.

“Are you seriously Thora Pilkvist?” The blonde asked as he looked me up and down.

I shifted slightly, because Tuffnut was still too close for my comfort but nodded.

“Not what you were expecting?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I thought you’d a been taller.” He said and scratched his chin.

“Regardless, we can’t allow her back to Dagur if he is out and building his armada.” The red hair told Hiccup.

“Dad, I already know that. But she just warned us Dagur’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.”

“Son-

“I am not saying we just give her back, but what I am saying is we need to think about this rationally and weigh out all the options before making any rash decisions.” Hiccup said and put his hands up in defence.

“Speaking of rash decisions,” I said gaining their attention, “Could someone please get him off me.”

Before any of them could say anything, the monstrous nightmare shot his head forward successfully knocking the blonde far away from me. I jumped back as best I could with the wall still behind me.

The dragon then turned to look at me, I was pressed against the wall and breathing heavily as it just stared at me for a few seconds and then slowly pulled its head back to its body.

“What’s up with you, Hookfang?” Snotlout demanded from the dragon. He got no reply other than smoke being blown out of the dragon’s nostrils.

“He has been acting kinda weird since we touched down.” Astrid noted, “Maybe we should bring him to Gothi.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Hiccup added, “But what do we do with her?”

“I want to see if this little miss is actually the legendary black smith.” The blonde man said to them, “It’s easy to say the name but hard to back it up.”

“Don’t scare her, Gobber.” The red head told him, “We still need her.”

“No problem.” The one known as Gobber said, “Grump’ll keep her in check.”

“Actually,” Hiccup started, “It seems she’s afraid of dragons.”

“Really?” The two asked in usion.

Hiccup nodded, “Yeah, we couldn’t believe it either. But, hey, each it be their own, right?”

“Well, she’s not going to adjust here any time soon.” Gobber said to the two men before turning his attention to me, “Come on lass, we’re burning day light.”

I swallowed before pushing off the wall and advancing slowly.

“Don’t worry,” The red haired man told me, “The dragons will not attack you unprovoked.”

I nodded, not really believing him. They lead me out of the arena place.

“Come on, Hookfang.” I heard Snotlout call to his dragon behind me. Then I heard a loud whack sound, I looked over my shoulder to see the boy face first into the side of the rock wall and the dragon following us.

I had to stop my skin from crawling as the huge lizard shadowed us. The red haired man broke off after a short while leaving me with the blonde man, Gobber.

He led me into my domain, the smithy. I swallowed hard as I entered and then jumped back seeing the hotburple near the fire.

The monstrous nightmare stuck its head through the window and roared at the bolder class dragon. The hotburple then slowly and lazily exited the smithy as the nightmare pulled its head out and then curled up and sat down outside the smithy.

I just stared at the red dragon dumbfounded. What just happened?

“Well, I’ve never seen that before.” Gobber said as he passed me a sword and a hammer, “Fine tune it.” He told me.

I nodded and stuck the sword in the hearth, adjusting the temperature with air until the metal was the colour I wanted.

“Welcome aboard!” I exclaimed to the warriors who stepped onto my ship, “We are glad to have you.”

As they passed him, Dagur turned to Savage who was behind him looking at a couple pieces of paper.

“How many do we have now?” He growled.

“We have a total of six ships and one hundred men.” Savage replied, “However according to miss Thora’s specifications, we’re hardly half way there.”

“Well get us there!” Dagur yelled at him and stormed off below deck. The red head sat on a crate and put his head in his hands. She was gone, all gone, and there was nothing he could do at the moment but build his forces. That’s all he ever could do for her, protect him to best of his abilities. But now he failed. Now he didn’t even know for sure if she was alive. He held back a sob, as he started to laugh. He always protected her. And there was nothing that was going to step in his way this time.

I ran the still glowing sword over the sharpening wheel until the sides were red and the middle a dull orange. Then I plunged the metal into the bucket of water near by.

I thumbed it over once and returned it to the wheel, all the while being stared at by the Berkian black smith like I was stupid. When I was happy with the edge I presented it to him.

He took the sword and looked over it very closely. He took a practice swing at a wooden pillar close by, the wood fell to the floor with a clean cut along the edge.

“I’ll be. . ” He drifted off looking over the weapon again, “You really are who you claim to be, the legend!”

“I never claimed to be a legend!” I told him, “I only said my name.”

“You were born with a gift to feel the metal.” Gobber said, “It’s amazing.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that.” I started but was ignored.

“I never thought about sharpening a sword while it was still hot.”

“It can work for axes too, if the metal is hard enough.”

“Really?” He asked and whipped around to talk to me.

I nodded, “They keep their edge longer that way.”

“I never thought about that.”

“Hookfang!” I looked over to see Snotlout advancing towards us, and his dragon.

“Come on boy.” He said and climbed onto the dragon’s neck, “We have to go see Gothi and make sure you’re okay.”

Hookfang snapped his neck backwards sending the boy flying back and landing in a pile of sheep.

“Hookfang!” He exclaimed.

“Well this is odd.” Hiccup said as he approached the scene with Astrid and an old woman with grey hair in two braids.

“Not really, Hookfang’s done this many times before.” Astrid told him.

“Not like this.” Hiccup told her, “And not so suddenly.”

The old woman approached the dragon and put her hand out. Hookfang didn’t move. She started to circle the beast, looking under his wings and at his tail. The she got really close to him, she just stared at him in the eye for a moment before writing something in the dirt.

“She says there’s nothing wrong with him as far as she can tell.” Gobber said as he read what was written.

“Impossible!” Snotlout said marching back over, “There is something wrong, and there’s been something wrong since she stepped foot on this island!” He turned and pointed an accusing finger at me.

“Snotlout!” Astrid started, “You saw her in the arena, you heard her on the way over here! She’s terrified of dragons! How could she even do something like that?”

“Maybe she’s magic, ever think of that?” Snotlout shot back.

Hiccup looked unamused as he looked up from the boy and over to me, “Thora.” He started, “Do you happen to posses magic skills in manipulation of any kind?”

I crossed my arms over my abdomen, “I wish.”

“See?” Hiccup asked Snotlout.

“Then why is my dragon following you like a lot puppy?!” He yelled as he approached me.

“How should I know!?” I shot back, “I’m not a dragon trainer, if he’s yours you should be able to tell why that is! I don’t even like him!”

“See that, Hookfang, she doesn’t like you- Hookfang?” Snotlout asked eyes darting everywhere.

“Hookfang!?” He called out hoping for a reply from the dragon, “Oh no.” He looked very nervous as he ran out of the smithy and looked back and forth before turning around glaring daggers at me, “You did this!”

“What did I do?” I snarled at him.

“You made him run away!” He accused.

“Snotlout may actually be right.” Astrid said.

“Yeah I am!” Snotlout exclaimed.

“He is?” Hiccup and Gobber asked at the same time.

“Think about it this way,” She started, “When you like someone what would you usually do?”

“Try to prove myself.”

“Show off how great I am.”

“Make them an amazing weapon of their choice.”

“Exactly!” She exclaimed, “Hookfang is trying to prove himself, and show off how powerful he is by getting other dragons to stay away and getting Tuff off Thora.”

“Me?”

“What about the weapon?” Gobber asked, “It’s a good idea!”

“Yes, you.” Astrid said and advanced forward to me, “Something about you, he likes. And you saying you didn’t like him must have hit a cord and made him leave. That explains why he’s been following her, why he got Barf and Belch off her, and why he hit Tuffnut. It makes sence!”

“So how do we make him, you know, unlike her?” Snotlout asked.

“We can’t.” Astrid said and rolled her eyes.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Astrid.” Snotlout said and approached us, “She’s a Berzerker! We need to use her to lure Dagur forward and take him on! She’s the perfect bait.”

“We’ve already thought of that, Snotlout.” Hiccup said calmly.

“You have?” Snotlout and I asked together.

He nodded, “But first, we need you to make up with, Hookfang.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” I asked and put my hands on my hips.

“I have a few ideas.”

Astrid said and put her arm around my shoulders.

I took deep, deep breaths as Hiccup instructed me on what to do as Astrid put a salmon in my hands.

“Got it?” Hiccup asked me.

“Not really.” I replied.

“You’ll be fine.” Hiccup said and put a hand on my shoulder as he led me around the house to where the dragon lay, “Hookfang is a nice dragon, he likes you already so you have an advantage, and I’ll be right here incase you really need help.”

“And then you’re going to bring me back to Dagur and his armada, right?” I asked him for good measure. Hiccup had said that if I got Hookfang to feel better he would bring me back to Dagur before He could do any real damage through out the archipelago.

“Yes.” He told me for the umpteenth time, “Now go.”

I nodded and took another deep breath as I rounded the corner slowly. I approached with caution.

The dragon turned his head to look at me, then stood up and turned away.

“Wait!” I called to him, the dragon paused, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier, it was without a doubt uncalled for. I don’t actually know you, so I can’t really say whether or not I like you or not, but you are defiantly not like the other dragons. If you would just sit and talk to me for a minute, maybe I would like you.”

Hookfang turned around to face me and layed down so we were more eye level.

“Maybe, we should start over.” I said a little hurriedly, then swallowed before I took a deep breath, “Hi, my name is Thora. You’re Hookfang, right?” He nodded, “It’s a nice name.” I told him with a forced smile.

“I named him!” I heard Snotlout yell to me.

“Do you like salmon?” I asked the dragon, who then nodded again, “I heard that, so to make some peace, I brought you this. Take it.” I offered the dragon the fish with a lot less enthusiasm than talking to him. Hookfang reached his head forward slowly as to not make any sudden movement to calm me down, then he looked at me to make sure I was okay with feeding him. I nodded and he gently took the fish from my hands before downing it.

“Good?” I asked him, he nodded again. I had nothing else so I looked over to where Hiccup, Astrid and Snotlout were.

“Make a bond with him!” Hiccup whisper yelled over to me.

“He’s my dragon!” Snotlout exclaimed.

“Do you want to fly him again?” Astrid asked as hit him.

“How do I do that?” I asked.

“Put your hand out like this.” He showed me what to do, “And talk to him while you do it.”

I swallowed again, and took a small step back.

“I understand you’re a good dragon, Hookfang.” I said as I hesitated, “But I’ve had quite a few bad encounters with dragons. I mean, back on Berzerk, we’re still at war with dragons.” I hesitated again, “Because of these experiences I became afraid of dragons, monstrous nightmares and hideous zipple backs the most. And I’m even more scared because my savior isn’t here with me right now.” Again, “Look at me calling him my savior, in a way I guess he is.” Again, and I took another step back, “He always protected me from dragons when I was a kid and there were raids, but I guess that brings back bad memories for you so I wont go into that if you don’t want me to, you don’t want me to, do you?” Hookfang nodded.

“Really?” I asked, he nodded again.

“It’s a long story.” I started, my back hit the side of the hut. I took a few more deep breaths, “I’ll tell you what made me afraid of dragons, if you promise not kill me, deal?” He nodded again.

I took another deep breath as I slowly slid down the side of the building until I was sitting across from him.

“I was about nine years old, until that point I hadn’t exactly had an oppionon of dragons just that they were there and it would one day be my job to make weapons against them.” I started, “This one night, there was a dragon attack. I ran with my father for protection until we got to the town, then he went to the docks and I had to go to the other side of the island to the smithy. Somewhere along the lines a hideous zipple back caught sight of me and chased me, cutting me off one way, and then eventually cornering me between a giant slope and a burned building. I thought I was going to die at that moment when their heads came closer. But they stopped, and a monstrous nightmare came charging at them full body flamed. I realized that the zipple back was an adolescent, and the nightmare was fully grown. After it chased them off, the nightmare turned its attention to me. It had its jaws open ready to either eat me or send out a fire ball, I don’t know. But before either of those could happen, a grappling rope came out of no where. It closed his jaws. And then this one little boy who was only a couple years older than me, he came out of the same place. And he took on the nightmare. He saved me, and in the process he killed the dragon. His first kill, for me. The boy was a mile past crazy. He still is, but he’d never let anything hurt me. He even said I had a way with animals so maybe that’s why you like me? I’m just rambling now, I’m sorry.” I smiled at him, this time it wasn’t forced.

The dragon looked like he was smiling too.

“You aren’t what I expected, Hookfang.” I said and slowly got up, “You aren’t like the nightmares I remember, and I’m glad. Because if you were, we couldn’t be friends.” I hesitantly stuck out my left hand towards his snout, he nuzzled my hand instantly.

I gasped at the feeling, partly because I was touching a dragon, or it was touching me, partly because I had just become friends with a dragon, and partly because of how cold his skin was.

“I always thought you guys had hot skin because you can light yourselves on fire.” I said and put both hands on his snout, still breathing heavily, “It’s not so bad.” I said to myself, “You’ve been over reacting your entire life. You’re a good boy, Hookfang.”

He made a noise that caused me to flinch.

“You did it.” Hiccup said coming up to me with the others.

“And he’s my dragon.”

“Yeah, I did didn’t I?”

“Are you okay?” Astrid asked me, “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I just might.” I admitted, “It’s a lot to take in.”

“It can be.” Hiccup said to me.

“So, when are you taking me back to Dagur?” I asked.

The look on his face dropped for a split second, but I caught it.

“Soon.” He said quickly, “Very soon, I just need to check in with my dad, saddle up Toothless, get the others ready, and prepare myself for a possible ambush. Shouldn’t take more than a day.”

“A day?” I exclaimed, “Do you realize what could happen in a day with him?”

“You seen of fully egar to get back to Dagur.” Astrid observed.

“I am what keeps him grounded.” I assured her, “He goes from zero to berzerk in two point five seconds if I’m not around.”

“Just give me some time.” Hiccup said, “I’ll sort it all out, just for right now, I don’t know. Go back and see Gobber at the forge, or if you don’t want to you can hang out with Astrid.”

“You can’t stay with Hookfang.” Snotlout said as he pushed me away from the dragon, “He’s mine.”

“I’ll go back to the forge then.” I said.

“I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.” Astrid offered.

“Thanks.” I said and pulled away from Hookfang.

We turned and started to head off, but I stopped when I heard Snotlout speak.

“Hookfang, you stay here!” He yelled at the dragon who then flicked him out of the way with his tail.

I walked back a few feet to the large dragon and put my hand out again, Hookfang returned the gesture instantly.

“You have to stay here with your trainer.” I told him softly and rubbed his snout, “You can’t keep following me, okay?” He looked really sad when I said that, but he nodded anyway, “Maybe when everything gets sorted out, we could have lunch again.” He perked up at that, and then did something I never thought would ever happen to me.

Hookfang broke contact then brought his head downward and then flicked it up, all the while dragging his tongue up my body. My torso to my head was covered in dragon saliva, which was dripping downward.

I wiped a little away from my face before talking to him, “Can I take that as a yes?”

He licked me again.

“Alright.” I said tried to wipe it all off of my face, “I will see you later.”

Astrid and I walked off as Hookfang sat down and watched us leave.

We walked a little bit, and I realized the forge wasn’t in sight.

“Isn’t the forge in the other direction?” I asked Astrid.

“We aren’t going to the forge.” She told me.

“Then where are we going?”I asked.

“You’ll see.” She said simply.

“You should be a tour guide here for Berk.” I told her, “You’re so informative.”

She just rolled her eyes and picked up her pace.

—-

“How many do we have now?” Dagur asked Savage impatiently.

“We just two hundred and forty-three solders, and fifteen boats.” Savage replied looking a piece of parchment, “We have exactly half of what miss Thora has written we should have.”

“It’s good enough!” Dagur exclaimed and trudged onto the ship, “We’re going after her, now!”

“What ever you say Dagur.” Savage said and rolled up the parchment before following the man onto the ship, “I’m sure these were drawn up by miss Thora on her thinking we wouldn’t be prepared.”

“Are you calling her stupid for thinking we would need more men than this?” Dagur asked getting up in Savage’s fave.

“No sir!” Savage defended, “I know first hand how intelligent miss Thora is in her planning, I was merely stating that in the situation at hand we aren’t going to need as many men as she had drawn out for us, because of the amount of berzerkers that are here, so we can get her back no problem.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Dagur growled, “Set course for Berk!”

“Come on.” Astrid said and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside a building. I knew where we were instantly seeing the bars on the doors.

There was one cell already open, and despite my struggle I was forced in the cell with the door shut behind me.

“Hiccup, promised!” I shouted.

“Hiccup isn’t the chief of Berk!” Astrid shot back, “These are Stoik’s orders.”

“Astrid, you do not understand!” I plead, “Whether Dagur has twenty men or two hundred he will rain down on Berk to find me without mercy. The only hope is to get me back to him.”

“And then what are you going to do?” She snapped, “Make proper calculations about our weather patterns in order to pin point the perfect time to strike!?”

“No. Dagur is currently blinded by the fact he got his freedom.” I told her hanging onto the bars of the cell, “He’s going to be sloppy and under prepared without me there with him, he needs me.”

“Why is it you’re so adamant on getting back to that, thing!” Astrid exclaimed with lack of a better word.

“Because I owe him my live.” I told her, “I know you were listening when I was telling Hookfang the story. The boy that killed the monstrous nightmare in order to save me was Dagur. He took it down because he didn’t want anything to happen to me. And now I need to return the favor.”

“It’s sweet of you to want to do that.” Astrid said calmly, “But Dagur is currently our enemy, meaning so are you.”

She left with those words. I slid down the bars until I was siting between my calves. I wasn’t going to be able to get back to him. Ever.

I rested my head against the cool metal of the bars, I wasn’t going to be able to get to him. Not soon anyway.

“We’re only shadowing her.” Hiccup said to the others around him. The door to the great hall opened and Astrid walked in.

“How did it go?” Hiccup asked her.

“It could have gone worse.” She said with a shrug.

Hiccup nodded knowing she didn’t want to talk about it, “We’re getting a boat set up for you right now. Why don’t you go get ready.”

“How come Astrid always gets to play the part?” Ruff asked as Astrid started to leave.

“Because she usually has the hair length for it, and she can stay in character.” Hiccup told the female twin.

Ruff sighed and slumped against the table.

“Come on,” Tuff said getting up, “We have to feed our dragon for this to work.”

I sat in the cell, knees up to my chest. There was no one here, and there was no way I would be able to get out, get a boat and get to Dagur before they did.

I heard the door open and looked up to see who it was.

Snotlout.

“You need to fix my dragon again.” He growled at me as he opened my cell.

“And what’s wrong with him this time?” I asked and slowly stood up.

“He’s not going with me, and he have a job to do.”

“What job?” I asked with a raised eye brow.

“We’re taking care of Dagur.” He told me in a ‘duh’ tone, “Astrid’s dressing up like you in order to gain access inside, and then we’re gonna take him in.”

I swallowed, not because they were going to take in Dagur, but because of what Astrid is going to do after I warned her.

“He’ll know it’s not me almost instantly.” I told him with a half laugh.

“That’s why we’re shadowing her.” He told me again.

“Have you spotted his ships?” I asked needing this vital piece of information,

“Yeah, patrol spotted him heading this was from the south west. We’ll get him, so fix my dragon!” He told me.

I walked forward to him, he moved so I could exit the cell.

“You’re a good person, Snotlout.” I told him as I stopped right in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can see where Hookfang got it.”

He couldn’t say anything as a reply because of the pressure I put on his pressure point causing him to fall unconscious. I dragged him back into the cell and closed it. That’ll keep him out of my hair for a little while.

I exited the prison cautiously incase there was anyone around, and there was. Hookfang to be exact. He looked sad, but then turned happy when he saw me.

“Hi, Hookfang.” I said with a smile, I didn’t need a boat now, “Snotlout said you needed cheering up, how about a flight?”

Hookfang nodded ferociously. I put out my hand gently, and he returned the gesture. Then he lowered his head so I could get on.

“Okay,” I said and went to where the saddle was, “I have never in my life done this before, so please be easy with me.” I got on and held onto his horns.

“Alright,” I said keeping a firm grip on the horns as I prepared myself, “Up, Hookfang.”

He took off, fast but gently. I held back a shriek in the process.

“How about we go south west?” I suggested to him. Hookfang then turned and went into the direction. The flight itself was smooth, I was only jarred slightly by the wing flaps.

We flew for a few minutes, before I realized we needed a plan.

“Hookfang, can I be honest with you?” He let out a low roar as a reply, “Up ahead is where I belong. That’s where I’m going to stay, now before you stop me, you need to know that Astrid is going to be in danger, quite possibly it’s going to be grave danger. Dagur is going to know she isn’t me, and he’s more than likely going to kill her when he finds out. I’m going to jump down on the ship and call off any and all attacks directed to you, and then you need to loop around and pick up Astrid. Okay?”

He didn’t reply, he just narrowed his eyes and slowed down.

“I know, you don’t want me to leave, but we live on different ends of the spectrum.” I told him, “You live where people have made peace with the dragons and you can live with humans like it’s nothing. I live where dragons are still enemies, and most people will kill them on sight.” I explained, “You’re different from the other dragons, and I know that, and that’s why I’m talking to you about this, because I know you’ll care about your rider’s friends, and Astrid is one of them. Maybe one day when the world changes to accept dragons for what they actually are and not what they used to be, you could come with me. But even if the world doesn’t know how amazing dragons are, my thoughts of them have been changed by you. I’m not afraid of dragons anymore, because I met you Hookfang. But I need your help, Astrid needs your help.”

Hookfang let out a loud roar and sped up going ahead.

In a few more minutes we came across the other dragon riders up a head.

“Glad you could join us, Snotlout.” Hiccup said sarcastically as he looked at the boats below him.

“Snotlout is currently unavailable.” I told him, Hookfang paused and hovered with the other.

“Thora?” They all asked in shock.

“Who were you expecting?” I asked them, “You promised me you would get me back to Dagur if I made it up to Hookfang, and I told you that Dagur would stop at nothing to get me back, and for the record; when Dagur find’s out Astrid isn’t me, he’s more than likely probably going to kill her, or keep her hostage in exchange for me.”

“You just decide to tell us this now!?” Tuffnut exclaimed.

“I told you guys that repeatedly.” I snarled.

A smaller boat approached the larger ones.

“Oh no.” I said.

“Just wait, Astrid isn’t a push over.” Hiccup told me,

“Astrid isn’t me.” I snapped.

“She can handle herself.”

“On Berk, yes I agree. Out here on the open ocean, surrounded by berzerkers and Dagur’s followers, without her dragon?” I asked, “She has about the same chance of survival as mutton on the dinner table.”

Hiccup and I bickered back and forth for a few moments, before I realized that Dagur was going to take Astrid below deck.

Astrid took a deep breath as she approached the armada, she had no true idea of how Thora acted with Dagur. She figured since they were friends it wouldn’t be much different than her and Hiccup.

She shifted a little under Dagur’s gaze and how he glared at the boat, before his face lit up. Astrid was now confused.

Dagur himself threw a rope out to the smaller boat and hauled it in towards him, before he stepped onto the edge of the smaller boat and picked the girl up at her waist and placed her gently on the deck of the bigger boat.

“Are you hurt?” Was the first thing he asked as he started to circle her like a vulture, “The berkians didn’t starve you, or harm you in anyway, right?” He asked as he continued his circles, “You must have been so terrified.” He said and gently placed his hand on Astrid’s cheek, “Being carried off by that dragon, a monstrous nightmare no less, and then you were probably surrounded by them when you got back to berk, and I wasn’t there to protect you or anything! Well, I swear on my Berzerker honour that from now on I will protect you from everything, especially dragons until the day I die! What do you say Thora? After everything we’ve gone through together, become my wife now! Oh, what am I thinking, you don’t have to answer me right now, you’re probably exhausted from what you just went through. Come on, I’ll get you some mutton and warm yak milk, and then you can settle down for a nap. And we’ll talk about everything in the morning when your ready. I promise, and you know I don’t got back on my promises to you.”

Astrid never even got the chance to get a word in with how fast he was talking, and it had dawned on her why Thora had said she could calm him down, why he needed her, why he would indeed never stop at anything until Dagur had Thora back. He loved her with his entire heart, however small it was, and she felt the same.

Then Astrid realized the situation she just got herself in, as Dagur dragged her towards the trap door leading below deck.

“Remember the plan, Hookfang?” I asked as I rubbed the top of his head, he let out a growl to say yes.

“What are you-?” Hiccup started to ask but couldn’t finish.

“Let’s go!” I said and we dove down.

“Dagur!” Savage called to the red head, “We have a dragon attack.” He pointed to the single monstrous nightmare heading straight for them.

“Get below deck.” Dagur told Astrid, “I’m not losing you again.”

Astrid was frozen on the spot, that was Hookfang, what was going on?

“Get ready.” I told Hookfang before I jumped off him onto the deck of the same ship Dagur was on, “Hold all fire!” I shouted to the armada.

Dagur looked completely confused as I approached him, his head kept darting back and forth between me and Astrid.

“You’re the imposter!” Dagur said pointing an accusing finger at me.

“Yes! Because the imposter always comes in after the real one.” I growled, “Check her eyes and neck closer, moron!” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

Dagur whipped around and stared at Astrid, it finally clicked in his head as he grabbed her by the hair.

“I thought something was off when she didn’t hug me.” He growled, then something else clicked, “Did you just come in on a dragon?” He asked me.

“Long story.” I said with a smile as I approached him and grabbed Astrid from him, “I told you, you wouldn’t fool him.” I growled at her.

Astrid fought as best she could with me holding her hair and one arm behind her back.

“Since when were you this strong?” She demanded.

“You caught me off guard that one time.” I hissed and brought her to the edge of the ship, “It’s amazing what years of working in a forge can do to one’s body.”

She glared at me and gritted her teeth.

“Hookfang!” I called, the dragon turned sharply around heading towards us, I threw the natural blonde up in the air just as Hookfang passed over us. He caught her in his claws and flew off, sparing no glance back. I smiled at the sight at hand he really was a good dragon.

I saw a net try to go after it.

I gritted my teeth and yelled, “I said, hold all fire!”

“Who says you’re the boss!?” A new man asked with a scoff.

“I did.” Dagur growled coming up to my side.

The newbie muttered an apology.

“We should head outside of the archipelago.” I told Dagur.

“Probably the best thing to do at the moment.” He told me, “I’ve made arrangements for new ships to be delivered to us.”

I nodded, “We’ll lay low until then.”

Dagur wrapped and arm around my shoulders and led me down below deck.

“We have a lot we need to talk about.” He said as he entered the captain’s chambers, the room he and I shared.

“Yeah.” I said as he took a seat on the bed, “We do.”

 

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Always(A Dagur The Deranged One-Shot)

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Waves lapped up against the beach, as the sun coloured the water orange, pink and yellow as it started to sink low on the horizon. Two long shadows blocked the last of the sun on the sand. At the end of each of them was a viking. They stood almost chest to chest, one hand the other’s hand. The larger of the two played with the pendant of the smaller one. She just stared at his movements with a far away look in her eyes. “You’ll come back right?” She couldn’t help her voice from sounding so weak, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart break. The red head stopped playing with the pendant and thought as his green eyes traveled over her face. The sun was hitting her in all the right places. Her dark eyes were alight with honey highlights, her black hair shimmered in the fading sunlight and ever last one of her freckles was deeper on her face. What was standing in front of him was more beautiful than he thought was possible. The same was for the girl. The light reflecting off his red hair made a bronze colour appear, every grove and contour on his face was sharper, deeper and more defined, and his eyes, they were a whole new colour of green she’d never seen before, and she wanted to see it nowhere else. “I will.” He told her as he reached a hand up to cup her cheek and run thumb over her cheek bone. “Promise?” She asked. Her voice was usually harder, almost male, but now it sounded fragile and foreign even to her. His hand moved from her cheek and picked up the pendant around her neck again, pressing the cool black surface to his lips before moving his hand back to her cheek and looking her dead in the eye, “I promise.” He told her and they both sealed it with a kiss. “I love you.” He breathed when they parted. She gasped slightly before her reply, “I love you too.”

The heavy sound of metal clanging against metal filled the smithy. The current owner working hard on her newest order.

The black haired girl wiped the sweat from her brow as she dipped the sword in water.

As she spun the sharpening wheel someone entered the forge.

“Thora, sweetheart, can we talk?” Her mother asked as she approached the girl cautiously.

“What’s there left to say, ma?” She asked as she thumbed over the one side.

Her mother paused before saying anything. They were both a little shook up after last night.

Thora had come home for dinner that night, the entire family ate together. But that night her brothers and father were quieter than usual. So being curious she asked her father if there was something wrong. “Thora, you are nineteen years old, your brothers both have wives who they will be married too soon, you need to find yourself a husband.” “I’m already engaged, father.” Thora told him with a smile. The entire family stared at her with wide eyes, “And to who, might I ask?” He growled, “To the former chief, Dagur the deranged.” Her father slammed his fist down on the table causing the hut to shake. “I will not have you marrying a dead man!” “He isn’t dead father.” Thora told him calmly, “He promised he’d come back.” “He’s been gone three years, Thora. He isn’t coming back. Now what you need to do is find a good man who will bring honor to both you and our family.” Thora had pushed her dinner away and was just staring coldly at her father, “The only man who will bring us honor is Dagur.” She told him. “No!” Her father boomed, her brothers flinched and her mother bit her lip, “You will not marry him!” “I have no choice.” Thora told her father bordering dangerous territory. “If he isn’t dead already, I’ll kill him when he comes back.” Loyd, her father, declared. “Over my dead body!” Thora exclaimed and shot up, “I love him father.” Loyd stood up and towered over his daughter, “Love, is not what will bring you honor.” Her father said in a dangerous tone. Thora stared him down across the table before saying in an even more scary tone, “My honor sailed with his ship.” Thora’s father’s and mother’s eyes widened understanding her meaning. Her father clenched his fists, his face went red with anger. “Whore!” He yelled, “Filthy, dirty whores will not be allowed in my house!” Thora pushed off the table and calmed down as she headed up stairs to her room and pulled together few things; her favorite hammer, some everyday cloths, and the dress Dagur got her. She packed them up in a little more cloth as her father was yelling down stairs. “A whore will not-” Thora cut him off by yelling even louder and she whipped around and glared fire into her father, “This whore doesn’t want to live in your house either!” She slammed the door shut behind her, leaving her father fuming, her brothers confused as anything, and her mother weeping.

“I just want to know why you would do such a thing.” Her mother questioned softly as her daughter polished the sword.

Thora stopped and looked at her mother, she wanted her to know she meant what she was about to say, “Because I love him.” Thora started, “And I wanted him to know he had something waiting for him when he came home, even if the entire island turned their back on him.”

“How long do you intend to wait for him?” Her mother asked.

Thora turned back to polishing as she said without hesitation, “As long as I have too.”

Thora’s mother stared at the floor for a moment before asking, “You really do love him, don’t you?”

“With all my heart.” Thora said with a ghost of a smile on her face as she looked over her work.

Her mother walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, “I will stand behind you for your dedication to your love.” She told Thora, “You are still my daughter, but I feel I have to say I am disappointed you didn’t wait.”

“Ma,” Thora started as she placed the sword on the work bench and turned around, “I couldn’t wait, because there is the chance he isn’t going to come back. And I didn’t want to lose it to anyone else.”

“Do you regret it?” Her mother asked staring hard into her eyes.

“No.” Thora said honestly.

Her mother smiled and pulled her daughter into a hug.

“I’m still disappointed, but I understand where you’re coming from.”

“Thank you.” Thora said as she returned the hug.

After a moment the women pulled apart and her mother said, “I have to be going, but do your best.”

Thora smiled and nodded, her mother turned and walked out as Thora watched her.

“Back to work.” Thora said to herself as she put the sword on the collection rack and started on the next order.

Thora sat on the secluded sandy beach where she and Dagur had last spoken, where they made their promise, and where she lost her innocence to him, as she stared at the pendant he gave her.

She thought about how long it had actually been since they’d seen each other last, if he was still alive, how much he’d have changed, how much she’d changed, and if they’d recognize each other if they met again in the near future.

She had changed a lot in three years. She filled out a little more, grew about an inch, and gained more muscle. What she’s worn has also changed. She used to wear tunics and pants, but now she’d wear leggings, a skirt that reached a little more than half way down her thigh with chain mail hanging off her belt, her shirts where still sleeveless with leather string holding the v of the neck mostly closed, leather strips wrapped around her forearms going around her pointer finger and going all the way up to her elbow, much thinner leather straps around her upper arms, her hair was grown out to reach about the middle of her back with was always braided up and out of her way, but there were still stubborn short hairs in the front giving her thin bangs over her right eye. But Thora still wore the same boots, belt, and pendant she had before.

“I miss you.” She whispered to the wind as a single stray tear fell from her eye into the wind.

“Dagur, I’m not usually the one to question your intentions, but perhaps it would be best to inform the entire crew about what we’re going to do when we get to Berserk?” Savage said carefully.

“Well,” Dagur started as he sharpened the ax in his hand, “I have some personal business I have to attend too, and you guys are going to rally people for my new armada.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Savage asked, “I mean even though you were the chief, I’m not exactly sure they’ll be open to the thought of following you.”

“Savage, Savage, Savage.” Dagur said eerily as he continued sharpening, “You underestimate the Berserker blood.”

“Of course, sir, how stupid of me.” Savage said chuckling lightly as he backed away.

Dagur stared a head at the island that appeared on the horizon. His heart started to hammer a little in his chest. It had been so long, would she recognize him? Would he recognize her? Would she still want him, or would she have grown tired of waiting? What if her father married her off already? What if she died during a dragon raid? What if she thought he was dead and killed herself to be with him in the after life? Get real she’d wait forever.

Dagur sighed to himself as he could now see the port, he felt excited and scared all at the same time. He couldn’t wait to see her. And if she was married or something like that, he would kill her husband and steal her away.

Dagur walked into the smithy cautiously, half expecting a hammer to the head after how long he was away.

“Hello?” He called, “Can I get some service?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

Dagur’s attention snapped to the corner of the smithy where a figure walked out of the shadows. It was a young boy who had on a leather apron and was covered with ash and cinder marks. Dagur knew he was an apprentice here.

“Is Thora here?” He asked expecting an answer along the lines of ‘She’s at home taking care of her kids’, or ‘she’s on her honey moon’.

“She left.” The boy told him, “I don’t know where and I don’t know for how long. But she’s usually back by sun down to check my work and tell me to redo it.” The kid laughed, “Ya’ know despite her being really cool around the village and all she’s super strict when it comes to work. If she doesn’t like it she’ll break it in half and throw it in the scrap pile before telling me to start again.”

“How do you think she got so good?” Dagur asked and he exited the smithy, “Thanks for the information kid.”

Dagur wandered around the town to see if she was there somewhere, when he couldn’t he headed into the forest. He checked the clearing, mountains, and the secret beach they made their promise on. She wasn’t there. As much as he didn’t want to, he headed to her house to see if she was there.

Thora walked down the street towards the smithy slowly as she kicked up dirt. She’d wait forever if she had to, but she was missing his touch, and his laugh, and his smile, and his eyes. She missed his eyes the most, there was no other colour of green anywhere in the world but in his eyes.

Thora entered the smithy and picked up her hammer along with the ax in the fire.

“Someone came looking for you while you were gone.” Larsen, her apprentice informed as she started hammering away.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” She said and rolled her eyes, “Did you rework that mace like I told you?”

“Oh come on!”

Dagur took a deep breath as he knocked on the door, it had been a while, and her family didn’t like her to begin with.

A giant man with black hair and brown eyes answered the door.

“Hi, Loyd, I’m looking for Thora, is she home?”

“Dagur?” Loyd questioned staring the man up and down.

“Well,” Dagur chuckled as he explained, “It has been three years and people change.”

Loyd’s face got red with anger as he reached for his mace behind the door.

“Polish.” Thora told Larsen as she handed him the ax.

“Yes ma’am.” He said and took it grabbing a rag too.

“Thora! Thora!” Thora’s mother called as she ran up to the smithy.

“What is it ma?” She asked as she started sharpening a sword.

“Your father,” She started trying to catch her breath.

“Not my problem.” Thora muttered as she ran the blade over the stone.

“Is fighting, Dagur.” She finished.

Thora stopped instantly. Was he back? Why was he fighting her father?

There were so many questions in her mind she wanted to ask, but she didn’t think twice about throwing down the sword, picking up hr hammer, and running off to her family’s farm as she yelled back at Larsen that he was in charge.

“You deflowered my daughter!” Loyed yelled as he sent another heavy swing of his mace at Dagur, who dodged in response.

“And might I say, you grow amazing fruit!” Dagur teased, “Or rather, since she didn’t like anything girly and you pawned her off to Magnus, I guess he grows amazing fruit!”

“You little shit!” Loyd yelled as he took another swing, this time cornering Dager between the chicken coop and the barn.

Dagur raised his ax prepared to take the older man’s head is needed.

But neither man could get their strike close to the other.

A hammer sent the ax in Dagur’s hand across the lawn and blocked the mace from coming down on the red head, before it was thrown from Loyd’s hand and another strike to his head causing him to pass out.

The person who had just saved the red head was now hunched over in a stance breathing heavily.

Dagur just stood there staring at the person’s back for a moment, before they turned around to stare back at the man.

Green eyes met brown ones.

Thora dropped her hammer at the sight before her. For a few seconds they just stared at each other taking in the fact they were back. Thora’s eyes traveled to Dagur’s cheek, she carefully reached out a hand. Scared if she moved too fast he’d run away or he was just a figment of her imagination.

Dagur watched her movements carefully, and he felt at peace when her fingers ghosted across his scar. Her fingers were still rough and calloused, but they were so warm and kind.

Thora ghosted her fingers across his cheek to make sure it was really , and when he didn’t disappear she started tracing it, wondering how on earth he got it.

Dagur swallowed before he broke the silence between them.

“I meant to shave because I know you don’t like it past stubble, but I didn’t have time.”

“You’re back.” Thora all but whispered, “And you’re alive.” She carefully pulled her hand back and tried not to cry.

“I am back.” Dagur echoed her, “I’m back for you.”

Thora half laughed as he let the tear fall and she lunged at him wrapping her arms around him tightly so he wouldn’t disappear on her again.

“Take me away from here, my lord.” Thora begged between sobs, “I don’t care where we go, all I care about is that we’re together. Three years was such a long time, and I don’t want to have to go through that again.”

“And I don’t want to put my girl through that again.” Dagur told her as her rubbed her back, “I can actually say that now.”

“Remember when your hair was longer than mine?” Thora asked with a laugh.

“That was awkward.” Dagur laughed and picked her up off the ground, “And since when did you where skirts?”

“Since I decided you were my lord and I was your lady!” She laughed.

“You will always be my lady.” Dagur told her, “I’ll kill anyone who opposes that, anyone who hits on you, anyone who tries to keep us apart, anyone who hurts you, I’ll kill the world if it makes you smile, because I love you Thora. You’re my thunder goddess.”

“I missed you.” Thora said as she started crying again, “I love you too, and I always will. And I will forever be at your side from now on regardless of what deranged scheme you think of.”

“Let’s go.” Dagur told the his brown eyed girl as he threw her over his shoulder and picked up her hammer and his ax as he headed for the docks, “Let’s see how my men did.”

Why do I bother?(A Dagur the Deranged One-Shot)

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The door to the hut slammed open to reveal a family in the middle of dinner. The officer marched in towards the table and addressed the black haired girl with her back to the door.

“I beg of you, lady Thora.” He started, “Lord Dagur is in all but a berserk rage right now. If anyone can calm him down, it would be you.”

The brown eyed girl turned her attention to the officer at her side.

“What happened?” She asked with a sigh.

“I’m not sure.” He told her honestly, “He just keeps saying things about a night fury, a hiccup, a brother, and revenge. That’s why we need you.”

Thora sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before looking at her parents.

“Go.” Her mother told her.

Thora nodded and rose from her seat before turning and leaving with the officer.

Thora walked down the hall of the giant building heading for her boyfriend’s room. As she approached the door she heard the distinctive sound of things being thrown and the cursing of a certain red head.

Thora didn’t bother to knock, she carefully opened the door and slid in.

Dagur had his back to her as he was ranting to himself about things that didn’t quiet make sense. Thora went to close the door but a flying ax beat her too it.

Her attention shot from the door to the forest green eyes that were now so close to her.

“Are you here to make a fool of me too?” He seethed.

Thora looked at him like he’d just sprouted another head.

“No.” She said more like a question than a statement, “I came to make sure you weren’t going to hurt yourself or anyone who didn’t deserve it.”

Dagur started to circle her, like a vulture would as it examine its next prey item.

“You don’t have any secrets that could compromise our relationship?” He snarled.

Thora was growing more confused by the moment, “No, I don’t have anything to hide from you.”

“Are you sure?” He demanded and got really in her face, “You aren’t a dragon rider? You don’t have a secret lover? You’re secretly a boy!”

Thora looked completely unamused by all of these accusations.

“Firstly, I want you to know I’m using all of my self-restraint to stop myself from slapping you.” She told him and crossed her arms over her chest, “You know I’m terrified of dragons, if I didn’t want to be with you I wouldn’t. Oh, and haha. I finally grow out of looking like a boy and you accuse me of actually being one. Real mature.”

“So, you don’t have anything to hide?” He asked making sure.

“If this keeps up much longer, the only thing I’m going to hide is a body.” She almost hissed, “Now tell my why you’re so upset.”

So, Dagur sighed as he retold the story of the events that transpired on dragon island.

“Wow.” Thora said when he was finished, a lot of it was still registering with her.

“He was my brother.” Dagur sighed and fell against his bed, “We were supposed to kill the night fury together.”

“I can’t really say I blame him.” Thora said and rubbed the back of her neck.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” Dagur accused.

Thora crawled onto the bed and put Dagur’s head in her lap after she removed his helmet.

“I am.” She told him, “But even you have to admit, you wouldn’t have been very accepting of dragons if they right out told you. Even if they didn’t mean it in a way that would be threatening, you would take it as such because of how you are. That’s why I can understand why he didn’t tell you.”

“Anything positive on my side you’d like to say to make me feel better?” He asked sourly.

“You may have lost your brother, but I still love you.” Thora said as she undid his braid and ran her fingers through the red locks.

There was a small pause before Dagur said something.

“I’m not sure if that helps.”

Thora scowled and hit him hard upside the head.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He admitted with a wince.

Thora smiled and gently kissed the area she struck.

“You have to be bipolar.” Dagur concluded as he relaxed in her presence.

“I learned from you.” She said softly.

“Oh, very funny.” Dagur growled, “Very funny, Thora.”

Thora giggled lightly and then leaned down to kiss the deranged boy on the lips.

“You’re gonna what!?” Thora basically yelled as her hammer flew out of her hand and landed ungracefully in a pile of scrap.

Dagur had let his girlfriend in on his plan on how to get back at Hiccup, and needless to say she was shocked.

“One of my men already found a skrill.” Dagur told the wide eyed girl as he dug out her hammer for her, “It’s just a matter of getting it out of the ice and thawing it out.”

“And you think this dragon is just going to obey you all of a sudden?” Thora asked as she firmly put her hands on her hips.

“Oh no.” Dagur said with a smile as he found the hammer, “I think this skrill is going to listen to force, and if not…”

Dagur mumbled the last part.

“I’m going to ask you repeat that and explain it before I hit you with something heavy.” Thora told him. She knew from experience if he was mumbling something when he was declaring something she wasn’t going to like it.

Dagur sighed before repeating, “If not, I still have you to fall back on.”

Thora was completely unamused by this and the look on her face was demanding an explanation.

“You’re really good with animals.” He defended his point, “You always have. You know how to make them feel safe, you have this way with them, and a dragon is an animal.”

Thora put her hand out silently asking for the hammer in his hand.

Dagur handed it over hesitantly, before regretting it instantly. Thora took a heavy swing at Dagur’s head, denting his helmet, forcing him to fall to the ground, and causing a loud clang to echo through out the village.

“You are more than the worlds biggest idiot, Dagur!” She yelled and breathed heavily trying to calm herself down. She threw the hammer down and crossed her arms.

“You know I’m terrified of dragons.”

“I’ll be right next to you the entire time.” Dagur assured as he tried to get up, but failed as his helmet was all twisted. It had taken most of the blow for him, but he was still dizzy.

Thora sighed and pulled his helmet off no problem before hauling him up to his feet.

“No.” She said firmly as she thrusted the helmet back into his hands, “I’ll be here to help you lick your wounds when this fails, but don’t get me involved, my lord.”

“I need you there with me!” Dagur told her.

“And I’m needed here.” She argued back, “I love you, Dagur. I really do, and I want you to know that I’m going to be here for you, but I’m also needed here. What if there’s a dragon attack while I’m gone? The village will most likely die, because Magnus can’t sharpen a butter knife anymore. And-

Thora was cut off by Dagur pulling her into an embrace and planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’ll arrange for a temporary replacement for you while we’re away.” Dagur offered.

“Are we back to saying that my workmanship sucks?” Thora accused.

“Why do you always twist my words?” Dagur demanded.

“It’s fun.” Thora shot back.

The two lovers where at a sand still, each understanding the other’s points but wasn’t willing to budge on their mind sets.

“As much as I love the attention, can you please pry your fingers off me?” Dagur asked the brown eyed girl at his side.

“I wish I could.” Thora told him staring dead ahead of her, “But currently; we are on outcast island, surrounded by outcasts, in an alliance with said outcasts, and there is a large, mean, dangerous, and scary dragon in here, and you’re my only line right now.”

Dagur sighed as he knew, she wasn’t letting him go, and she wasn’t budging from her spot unless she was going the other way. In one swift motion he threw her over his shoulder and advanced towards the dragon.

He stopped next to Alvin and set her down, moving out of her grasp before she could reach out for him. Dagur continued forward to examine the skrill.

“It’s gonna kill you!” Thora called after him.

He just waved it off telling her not to worry.

“You are a beauty aren’t you.” Dagur said to the purple dragon, “You’ll be mine soon.”

“What ever, it’s just a stupid dragon.” Mildew grumbled as he approached the scene, “And you shouldn’t bring a woman for mens’ work!”

“Firstly, Mildew,” Dagur started with his signature deranged grin on his face, “I trust that woman more than my own men, and she’s nothing to sneeze at. Secondly, if you knew anything about this ‘stupid dragon’ you would know not to have him out in this storm.”

“That’s just an old wives tale.” Mildew growled.

Just then a lightning bolt struck down on the dragon, causing the old man to get struck by a bolt that jumped and the girl to flinch.

“I love it when I’m right.” Dagur sang as he made his way over to Alvin and his girlfriend.

“Now,” Dagur said to Alvin as he threw the black haired girl over his shoulder again, “Let’s talk strategy.”

“You don’t have to pick me up to leave you know!” Thora snapped at the red head.

“But I like to.” Dagur said slyly as they left the arena.

Thora watched the battle plans unfold. Dagur wouldn’t help defeat Berk until he had the skrill and Alvin wouldn’t give him the skrill until he had Berk.

Thora had the surest feeling in her stomach that they were going to double cross each other, but she kept her mouth shut.

The two were going back and forth for a few minutes, until something reached Thora’s ears.

“Oh no.” She said to herself.

It must have reached the rest of the table too.

“Who’s smacking their food?! I hate it when people smack their food, my father used to do that.” Dagur demanded and scanned the room before his eyes fell on a boy with long blonde hair and a horned helmet.

“Heh, sorry.” He said, “I hate it when my mouth does that. Cut it out mouth! Shut up nose! They don’t like each other.”

Dagur was on him in a second, ax against him throat, demanding who he was and what he was doing.

“I’m Buffnut! The Berserker!” The blonde exclaimed, “The big BB.”

“You’re one of my men?” Dagur asked, “And what were you doing Buffnut?”

“I was composing a poem of your greatness!” He declared, “It’s exhausting work, you need to eat every six lines or so.”

Dagur looked back at Thora wondering if it was true.

“I know weapons.” She told him, “Don’t come to me about that kind of stuff.”

“Alright.” Dagur said as he turned his attention back to Buffnut, “Let’s hear the poem. And if I like it I’ll let you keep your legs.”

“Kinda need those.” Buffnut muttered.

Then he recited the strangest poem Thora had ever heard. She hadn’t heard many in her life, but it was strange in comparison.

“I will go a skrilling.” Dagur thought for a moment, “I like it! You can keep your legs, in fact, yak ribs and burly cakes for my friend Buffnut! But no smacking! I hate, hate smacking!”

And for most of that evening Buffnut had entertained the dining room with jokes and songs.

“Dag, I got a bad feeling about this.” Thora told the red head as they sailed away from outcast island.

“You’re just saying that because there’s a dragon a board.” Dagur replied to the anxious girl.

“No.” She countered, “And it’s not because you wanted to use me as a lure either.”

“Relax Thora, I’m here.” Dagur assured her as he went to the stern.

Thora stared up uneasily at the purple dragon over head. She didn’t like it one bit.

“Where do you think you’re going Dagur?” Alvin demanded.

“I go where I want, Alvin.” Dagur called back.

“Not with our skrill you don’t!”

“Your skrill?” Dagur asked, “It was never your skrill! It’s on my belt buckle, on my sail, and my shields. The skrill is mine!”

“We had a deal!” Alvin yelled.

“Yeah, I changed my mind.” Dagur told him.

Alvin boarded the ship and started fight Dagur. Dagur lost his ax in the brawl, then jumped over Alvin to get to the skrill. When Dagur had the ropes in his hands, Alvin lunged forward and grabbed the girl who watched the battle as she leaned against the mast.

“You wouldn’t hurt me when I’m holding your precise little girlfriend.” Alvin dared.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Dagur told him coldly, “Because I’d like to see how she hurts you.”

Alvin opened his mouth to questioned the deranged man before him, only to let a yelp escape his throat as Thora sunk her teeth into the hand he used to hold her. She grabbed his other hand that held the sword and pulled his thumb back, dislocating it. While he was distracted with that, Thora kicked him in the knee with her heel, and then again in the groin. In his agony, Thora ripped the sword from his hand and hit him in the cheek bone with the hilt sending him staggering back towards the rail of the ship.

Alvin looked at the girl who was now standing across from him with his sword in her hands. She spat out blood, his blood, and didn’t bother to wipe her mouth as she stared him down.

“I told you.” Dagur said smugly to the outcast, “That woman isn’t just one of the best black smiths in the Archipelago, but she knows how to use any weapon to her advantage, as well as get out of just about any hold.”

“Broke your arm once getting out of a noogie.” Thora spat.

“Details.” Dagur sang as he turned his attention back to Alvin, “Now it’s time for you to run.”

Dagur sent out a couple of electric attacks at Alvin, before Alvin dove into the water for an escape. His men came rampaging onto the berserker boat shortly after.

Dagur made a deal with them, either follow him or join Alvin. Needless to say they all decided to follow him.

“Dagur, the armada is ready to sail.” Savage said as he came up to the red head.

“excellent.” Dagur chuckled, “Now I can lure Hiccup and his night fury to battle.”

“Why wait? I’m right here.”

Both men looked up to see Hiccup hovering above them on his dragon.

“Right here, right now. You and me.” Hiccup offered.

“Sir don’t listen to him-

“Then listen to me,” Thora cut in, “Don’t talk him out of it, the kid’s poking at his pride. And he’ll protect it to the end.”

“Alright!” Dagur shouted and jumped from the dock onto the deck and grabbed the ropes holding the skrill, “You and your night fury vs me and my skrill. I like those odds.”

Dagur went off after the brunette and the black dragon, as the brown eyed girl on the dock watched them without emotion.

Dagur slinked back to the ships grumbling curses under his breath.

“Did you get him?” Someone behind him asked.

Dagur whipped around and yelled.

“Ooga blargin kerker blowger florgin bloostin!”

Thora bit her lip to stop from giggling.

“It’s okay.” She told the red head with a genuine smile and as she walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his waist to lead him back to the ship, “I’ll help you lick your wounds and plan your revenge.” Thora smiled as she leaned her head on Dagur’s shoulder, “Just no more dragons.”

 

 

For The Love Of (A Dagur the Deranged One-Shot)

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The steady clang of metal on metal filled the smithy. The heat of the fire poured out onto to occupants, sparks flying in every direction when the hammer came down.

“Got another order for you, Thora.” The owner of the smithy told the girl.

“Alright.” She said and plunged the red hot metal she’d been pounding on into a near by bucket, causing the water to bubble as a hiss came up with the steam. She placed the unfinished weapon on the work bench and took the ax from the owners hands.

“He just wants it sharpened.” He told her.

The owner was old, many would say he’s almost on his death bed. He could barely lift a sword anymore. But his apprentice was more than ready to take over for him. Many of the villagers wondered why he didn’t just retire already.

Thora shifted the ax in her grip a little and headed for the sharpening wheel. She spun the handle and let the blade touch the rock.

She’d been the apprentice of the village black smith since she was about eight. She had no taste for homemaking, farming, or slaying dragons despite who her parents were. But they were understanding and set her up as an apprentice.

She was smart and tall for her age. She didn’t say too much so the black smith liked keeping her around. She caught on to everything fast, and if she made a mistake she would be in the forge long after the owner went home to fix it. Her hard work and dedication had payed off for her, Thora was now regarded as the best black smith on Berserk, and one of the best in the Archipelago.

Many would come here just to get a weapon made or tuned up by her. But there was still one person who would never accept her skill regardless of how good she was.

“There you go.” She said and handed the ax back to the owner.

“Thank you, Thora.” He said with a toothy smile.

She nodded and went back to heating and hammering the weapon she was before.

“Old man!” The chief of the Berserkers called as he entered the forge.

“Lord Dagur,” He greeted, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I need my ax sharpened and my sword repaired for battle.” He told the man and dropped the weapons in his arms.

The old man could barely keep them all up. Thora threw the metal in water and grabbed them from the man before he could topple over.

“When do you need them back by, my lord?” Thora asked looking at the owner of the weapons.

“Let me think,” Dagur said as he tapped a finger to his chin, “NOW!”

“Coming right up.” She told him with a smile.

Thora moved quickly and put the sword in the fire to heat up as she turned the sharpening wheel to sharpen the ax. When the ax was sharpened, she carefully set it aside and grabbed the sword from the fire and her hammer from her side she began hammering until there weren’t any cracks or chips anymore. Then she dipped it in water before turning the sharpening stone again.

She glanced over at her hardest customer who was currently occupied by playing with another sword she’d made earlier that week as the owner talked to him.

Thora ran her thumb over the edge to make sure it was sharp enough. She was satisfied and picked up the polish. She went over them quickly and thurowly. When she was done, the Dagur was just finishing up.

“You really know your stuff, old man.” Dagur commented as he turned a sword over in his hands.

“Thora actually made that.” He told the chief, “She has talent.”

Dagur just rolled his eyes and turned around, he was about to call to see if his weapons were ready, but the black haired girl was standing there with them ready in her arms.

He just looked at her coldly, they both knew the routen. Dagur picked up the ax an thumbed it over.

“Your sharpening is getting better.” He muttered and strapped it to his back before reaching for the sword and carefully inspecting it.

“It’ll do.” He sighed after a few minutes, “Thank you for your time and work, sir.” He said turning his attention back to the owner before leaving.

Thora sighed in frustration when he left.

“What is it girl?” The owner asked as she fished the metal out of the bucket.

“I pour more heart, soul, and sweat into his weapons than anyone elses and he still treats me like I’m not even there.” She said as she heated the metal again.

“He’s not used to seeing a woman as an equal.” He said and placed a gentile hand on the girl’s back.

“Whatever.” Thora said and pulled the metal out of the fire to start pounding again.

“Trader Yohan’s here!” Someone ran through the village yelling.

Thora looked at the owner who nodded.

“I’ll give numbers, you take your time.”

Thora smiled and picked up a sword she had planned to trade before heading to the docks.

“Thora!” Yohan exclaimed when he saw the brown eyed girl climb onto his ship, “What goods have you for me today?”

She held out the sword she had at her side, she crafted a sheath for it too.

“Ohh!” Yohan all but squealed, “Anything you want just name it.”

“I’d just like to brows right now if you don’t mind.” She said quietly.

“Be my guest!” He told her with a bow.

Thora looked over everything, nothing really caught her eye, until she found a box of clothes. She dug through for a moment before finding the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen.

It was was long and white with long flared out sleeves and a lower collar. It had trim along the bottom of the skirt, at the waist, the end of each sleeve and the collar of a dark blue with gold embroidery. The top of the dress also had a leather corset that accented it.

Thora swallowed. She worked everyday in the smithy. Her hands were worn and rough and covered with burn marks. She was small in the chest and more on the muscular side. Her black hair was short and pulled back into a pony tail always. She was always looked at as a boy, and she didn’t mind it, but she felt something in her telling her to get it. She couldn’t even pin point it, but she stood up right and turned to find Yohan only to see him negotiating with Dagur.

Thora folded up the dress quickly, not wanting to be teased for getting such a thing and advanced to the men.

“What do you mean you wont accept it?” Dagur demanded. Thora had chosen the wrong time to come over.

“My apologies lord Dagur, but that small amount of gold isn’t going to cover it.” Yohan said with his arms up for defence.

“Then will your head?” Dagur asked pointing the sword Thora just reworked the other day at the older man’s neck.

“Would this cover it, Yohan?” Thora asked butting into the business.

Both men looked at her as she offered up the sword she had planned to trade for the dress.

“Why yes it would.” Yohan said trying to get away from the blade.

“Who said you could but in?” Dagur growled at the girl.

“No one.” She told him, “But it would seem kinda bad if our chief either offed the trades person, or couldn’t afford to trade for what he wanted.”

Dagur only straightened up, pulling he sword from Yohan’s neck and stared at her.

Thora offered a small smile and tried not to shrink into herself too much.

“Take it.” She told Yohan.

Yohan took the sword hesitantly. Dagur still stared at the girl as she put the cloth she found back in the box and left the ship.

You’re an idiot, Thora. The said girl thought as she pounded the metal she’d been working on the past little while, people could now tell it was an ax.

You shouldn’t even think about stupid things like that. It’s not like a dress is going to change you. It’s not like it’s going to get you noticed at all by anyone. And it’s not going to make you happy. You know what will? Becoming the best black smith in the Archipelago. That will for sure.

It had been about three days since trader Yohan had come and gone. Thora was still thinking about what had happened.

“Can I get some service?” Someone’s voice boomed in the smithy gaining the girls attention.

Thora put the metal in the water and turned around to see the person.

“What may I do for you?” She asked as she looked at Dagur.

“Fix it.” Was all he said as he held out two pieces of a broken sword for the girl.

She took them and looked them over closely.

“Do you need it back desperately?” She asked the older man.

“Why?” He countered and crossed his arms eyeing the girl, “Can’t the great forger fix it?”

“She can.” Thora told him, “But it will take about a day or two to fix it fully.”

“Too long!” Dagur complained, “Scrap it and give me a new sword.”

“Are you sure?” Thora asked, “I know how much it means to you.”

Dagur chuckled darkly, “A weapon is a weapon, if it can’t do it’s job it’s not use to me. I need a new one.”

Thora nodded and threw the pieces in the scrap pile and headed over to the sword rack.

“Pick one.” She told the chief.

“Oh goody!” Dagur basically sang as he rushed over and looked over every item on the rack.

Thora watched a minute, but after realizing he was going to be a while she went back to heating and pounding the ax.

He picked up a long, thick sword and admired it.

“Thanks.” Dagur said when he realized he wanted this sword.

The hammer almost flew out of Thora’s hand when she heard that.

“For what?” She blinked.

“The new sword.” Dagur said and shot her a smile, “And for the trade with Yohan the other day.”

“Don’t mention it.” She told him, “It was nothing.”

“No it wasn’t.” Dagur said calling out her bluff, “You had something you gave up for me.”

Thora shrugged as she continued to work, “It probably was a spur of the moment thing. I didn’t actually need it. Besides, Yohan is always in demand for my weapons so it was a win for everyone.”

“I see.” Dagur said as he looked over the sword and shrugged, “Thanks again.”

And he left.

“I’m home.” Thora called quietly as she entered the house. She didn’t want to wake anyone up. Besides, she knew that her mother kept some stew and bread aside for her.

“Welcome back.” Her father said from where he sat at the table.

“You’re up late.” Thora commented, “Both of you.” Her mother was sitting next to him knitting.

“We’d like to have a word with you, Thora.” Her father said.

“Alright.” She said, “Just give me one second.”

“I’ll get your supper dear.” Her mother said hurriedly and practically raced to the kitchen before her daughter could get there.

“Okay.” Thora said as she slowly took her seat at the table across from her father, “What’s up?”

He father just stared at her until her mother came back and set a bowl of stew, a bread roll, and a cup of water in front of her daughter.

Thora took a bite of her dinner still waiting for a reply from either of her parents.

“This came for you today.” Her mother said and fetched a small parcel.

Thora stared at it dumbly, frozen as she was about to take a bite from her bread. She blinked and looked between both of her parents.

“It was hand delivered by the chief himself.” Her father told her sternly.

Thora ripped the mouth full of bread off and continued to stare as she chewed.

Her father slammed his fist down on the table making the entire hut tremble.

“What did you do to the chief, Thora?” He demanded.

She swallowed hard and thought, “Nothing I can think of.” She said, “I fixed his sword, I sharpened his ax, I gave him a new sword when he didn’t want to wait for the repairs on his old one. I don’t know.”

“You’d better think hard.” Her father said as he rose, “If he comes here again you’ll regret it.”

Thora nodded and shrunk back into her chair as her father and mother left the room to go to bed.

Thora sat there staring at the package a moment before she wolfed down her dinner and rinsed her bowl. She grabbed the package and brought it upstairs to her room she shared with her two brothers.

They were both a sleep on the other side of the room, so she carefully lit another candle and placed the parcel on her bed. She undid the strings and opened the paper. The first thing she saw was the dress she didn’t buy the other day from Yohan. The second thing she noticed was a piece of paper on top of the dress.

She opened it,

I talked to the old man at the forge, unless there’s an attack it’s closed tomorrow. Meet me at the clearing in the forest where we used to play hide and go kill as kids at about noon. I think you still remember it. And wear this, I’ll be waiting.

He didn’t have to sign it for Thora to know who it was from. She put the dress and note under her bed before she went to sleep.

“Give it back you idiot!” Thora shouted and raced down the stairs after her oldest brother, whom currently had her hair band in his hand.

“Not until you tell me why you’re dressed like a girl!” He shot back and ran around the table.

“I already told you it’s non of your business!” She shouted.

“What’s going on?” Thora’s mother said as she entered the room.

“Thora’s got a date!” Her brother tattled and pointed at the girl.

“He wont give me back my hair band!” Thora did the same.

“You want it so bad,”Her brother teased with a devilish smirk, “Go get it!” And he threw it into the fire pit.

Thora glared at the older boy, and as he turned to gloat to her, she lifted the dress she had on and kicked him hard in the knee.

“You bitch!” He cursed and clutched the injured appendage and hopped around awkwardly.

“What’s going on?” Thora’s father asked as he entered the room. His eye brows instantly raised wondering why his daughter was finally in a dress, “Care to tell us Thora?”

Thora sighed, “I’m going to meet the chief. He wanted me to wear this. I’m going to find out what it was I did. I think it’s better I go according to his specifications rather than he be made at us with one of the strongest weapons I’ve ever crafted.”

They all looked at the girl, she wanted nothing more than to hide.

“Home before dark.” Her father finally said, “And if anything happens both of your heads are mine, understand?”

Thora nodded.

Her father moved aside to let his daughter past. She grabbed the ax by the door before leaving. She had crafted it for him after all.

Thora came to the clearing and realized she was alone. It had been a long time since she was here last, and she smiled as she took a seat in the grass and placed the ax next to her.

She waited, the wind blew her hair into a mess. She growled as she tried to fix it. Stupid brother for burning her hair band.

Let’s see if he’ll think twice next time when she puts worms in his bed. She thought.

Thora turned her head to look over her shoulder when she heard something behind her. Dagur advanced towards her. Thora stood and picked up the ax.

Dagur couldn’t say a word before the ax was thrust towards him.

“Happy birthday, my lord.” Thora said not looking at the red head in front of her.

Dagur took the ax she offered gently and looked over it.

“Good work.” He told her.

“I knew you wouldn’t- wait what?”

“Good work.” Dagur repeated unamused.

“Thank you.” She said and grasped the material of her dress in an attempt to calm herself down, this was the first time Dagur had actually said anything positive to her directly about her work, “And thank you again, for the dress.”

“Don’t mention it.” He told her as he continued to look over the ax.

There was a long pause.

“My lord?” Thora asked after swallowing.

“Hmm?” Dagur replied as his eyes stayed on the weapon.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you ask me here?” Thora was apprehensive about this, she heard the rumor of Dagur killing his father, and he had a weapon in his hand. And he knew how to use it.

“I don’t mind.” He told her and took his eyes off the ax, “This is why I asked you here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out;

dagur's gift

“It’s beautiful.” Was all Thora said as the pendant dangled in front of her eyes.

“I thought you’d say that.” Dagur said with a smile, “Here.” He shoved the necklace into the girls hands, “For you.”

“I can’t accept this!” Thora said very flustered.

“Yes you can.” Dagur told her, “It belonged to my mother, Yohan tracked it down for me.”

“Then I really can’t take this.” Thora said as she tried to give is back to the boy in front of her.

“Yes you can.” Dagur told her more stern than the last time as he pushed her hands back to her chest.

“But-” She started and was cut off.

“Would you please stop talking and let me finish?” Dagur exasperated.

Thora stayed perfectly still and stared directly into Dagur’s forest green eyes.

“That necklace was my mother’s, Thora. She lost it a long time ago, but Yohan managed to track it down for me. When she was sick she said I should give it to the girl I really like. But before I could get it my father sent it away because it reminded him of her too much.” Dagur explained before he sighed, “I’m not going to try to sugar coat this in any way. I like you, I’ve always liked you, even back when you looked like a boy. But like then, today I have no idea how to show it to you. So I’m just going to ask, would you be my girlfriend and eventually my wife? And I’m not going to lie, that’s probably going to be hard but I’m going to try my best if you give me the chance, what do you say?”

Thora blinked, “Wow.” She said and let out a half laugh, “That’s a lot to take in. I mean girlfriend, sure, why not. But we’re also talking about marriage and I’m sixteen. And let’s not forget about the fact my father is about to have both our heads. You  have a lot of responsibilities as chief of Berserk, and me at the forge. I mean Magnus is thinking of retiring and giving it to me, so there’s that. I don’t know what to say, my lord.”

“Well for starters, call me Dagur.” Dagur told Thora and then forced her to look at him, “And what’s this about your father having both our heads?”

“He said if anything happens he’s going to have both our heads, and I believe it.” She told him with a laugh, “I mean he IS Loyd the Treasure Taker.”

Dagur just stared at her with no emotion on his face.

Thora suddenly got serious and looked at the ground, “What do you even see in a girl like me, Dagur? As the chief you can have any girl at the wave of your hand. Why go for the apprentice black smith? You’d have to be crazy to pass up all the other girls on the island.”

“Deranged counts as crazy, Thora.” Dagur finally said.

Thora raised her head to look at him.

“You’re pretty.” He told her, “You really are. And you’re smart, and dedicated, and passionate, and I trust no one else in the world with my weapon. That’s why.”

Thora licked her lips before saying, “I’ll happily be your girlfriend, Dagur. But I’m not sure right now that I can be your wife, maybe give me a couple years to figure that out.”

“Okay.” Dagur said with a shrug.

“You’re okay with me being unsure?”

Dagur nodded, “It’ll keep the elders and the council off my back to the next little while anyway. Now,” He said as he took the pendant from the girl’s hand and clasped it around her neck, “Let’s see if your father can take my head with this new ax.”

His tone was teasing, and his smirk was a dare and he wrapped his arms around Thora’s waist and pulled her close. Thora’s hands went up to Dagur’s shoulders, as he closed the distance between them.

Thora smiled as she walked down the street of the village and pulled her hair into a pony tail. Her father couldn’t get mad at her, or Dagur, he was the chief after all. Her brother’s ate their words, but her mother fainted when she found out. And when she came too she said that she just expected her daughter to marry a nice farmer or something like that, not be the girlfriend to the most deranged warrior and chief of the village.

But her smile seemed to fade as she received dirty looks from many of the girls.

Thora shrugged it off when she got the forge and opened the shop.

Hours passed as she worked, it wasn’t until almost her lunch break when the owner came to her and said,

“Thora, there’s a group of girls here to see you, and they don’t look very friendly.”

Great. She thought as she headed to the front of the smithy.

There was a group of maybe thirty girls gathered around, and all eyes landed on Thora when she appeared.

“Well, let’s see it.” One of the girls, presumably the ring leader of them all demanded.

“See what?” Thora asked.

“The precise stone Dagur gave you to be his, duh.”

Thora took a half step back in defence, before the ring leader rolled her eyes and started her advance.

“Never mind, I’ll find it myself.”

Thora backed up until her back hit the wall of the forge. The girl was only about two feet from her now, but the Gods must have heard her silent prayers.

“What’s going on here?” Dagur asked the group of girls. All eyes changed from Thora to Dagur in an instant.

“My lord!” The ring leader yelped in surprise, “We were just, uh.”

“Thora?” Dagur called.

“Yes?”

Dagur motioned for her to come over to where he stood, she didn’t have to be told twice. Thora actually restricted herself from running to the red head.

“What happened?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders as stared at the group of girls to make sure non of them were trying to get away.

“They wanted the necklace you gave me the other day.” She mumbled sunk deeper into the crook of his side.

“I see.” He hummed and patter her head, before he snapped his attention back to the group of girls, “If I hear anything about you so much as talking to her as anything other than a forge transaction I’ll have all of your heads placed on pikes around the square. AM I CLEAR?” The last part he almost yelled.

“Yes!” They all squeaked out and scurried off in different directions.

“Are you busy at the forge with any orders or anything?” Dagur asked softly to the nervous girl nestled into his side.

“No.” She almost whispered.

“Good.” Dagur said and started pulling her down the road, into the forest and to an isolated piece of beach. They both sat down in the sand. Thora in between Dagur’s legs leaning against his chest, Dagur leaning against a near by rock, his arms around Thora’s waist.

“Anyone ever messes with you, don’t hesitate to tell me.” He told the girl.

“I wont.” Thora said as she pulled out the pendant and started playing with it.

“I’d kill anyone for you, Thora.” Dagur told her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“I love you too, Dagur.” Thora told him as she relaxed fully in his embrace and watched the waved.

“Thank you for understanding me.”

“Thank you for loving me.”