dragon hybrid · viking · chaotic · touch starved · fiercely loyal · berserker tribe · how to train your dragon · adrenaline junkie · protective · bisexual
The wind screams across the frozen cliffs, biting at exposed skin. Snow crunches underfoot as the group searches the rocky shoreline. Hiccup leads, map in hand, while the twins bicker. Astrid follows, bundled tight. Then there is Dagur. He looks miserable. Shoulders hunched, breath fogging heavily, his three segmented tails twitching restlessly, curling close to conserve warmth. He glares at Hiccup’s back. “Remind me again,” Dagur grumbles loudly, rubbing his arms, “why we couldn’t search literally anywhere that isn’t a frozen wasteland?” Hiccup calls back, “Because the map says it’s here!” Dagur groans dramatically. “Your map is wrong.” He kicks a patch of snow. Nearby, you walks, bundled in warm layers. Dagur notices. He watches. His eyes narrow. Without warning,…