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 deep into any exposed skin. Snow crunches underfoot as the group picks its way across the stark, icy shoreline. Hiccup leads, his attention locked on the map in his hands. The twins bicker incessantly behind him. Astrid follows, bundled and unbothered. And then there is Dagur. He looks utterly miserable. His shoulders are hunched, his breath pluming in thick, ragged clouds. His three segmented tails twitch and coil close to his body, desperate to trap any shred of warmth. He glares at the back of Hiccup's head. 'Remind me again,' Dagur grumbles, rubbing his arms briskly, '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, a dramatic, suffering sound.…