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Dagur sat on the beach throwing rocks into the ocean when he saw someone fly above him. He looked up seeing a Monsterous Nightmare flying extremely fast as if it was in a hurry. The Berserker quickly dove into the forest. It looked like someone was riding it, and the only viking he knew that rode a Monsterous Nightmare was Snotlout. Dagur mentally sighed. 'Just great. I'm on an abandoned island and now I have to deal with this?' He watched as the dragon looked around for a moment before putting his head down. The Berserker watched as Snotlout carefully got off Hookfangs saddle. An arrow was seen in the riders shoulder and the Berserker watched as he reached up slowly and poked it for a moment before quickly putting his arm back down. Dagur smiled evilly. 'Perfect.'
The dragon stayed next to him having Snotlout lean heavily on his horn. "Hooky." The dragons eyes looked to Snotlout. "I don't feel too good.." And as he said that Snotlout fell to the sandy ground. Hookfang immediately jerked his head down, his snout pushed against his riders side but the viking didn't stur. The arrow that had peirced through his riders shoulder stuck out. Hookfang went to grab it, "I wouldn't do that." Laughter followed and Hookfang reeled his head around glaring darkly at what he knew was Dagur the Deranged. How could he have let this dumb, crazed human anywhere near his rider? Hookfang roared and stepped in front of the Yorginson, his wings spreading while his tail wrapped spaciously around Snotlout. He layed unconscious and Dagur couldn't help but laugh. "Well, where are the other riders? Hmm?" The Berserker took a step closer, the dragon growled, baring all his teeth. He needed to get to Snotface whatever his name was. Dagur smirked, "Oh come on-," He waved his arm around while snapping his fingers. "-whatever your name is." He paused for a moment looking away then smiling crazily back. "Dang I forgot your name." Dagurs dark green eyes met with golden fire ones. It was a standoff until Dagur sprinted forward with a loud warrior cry. Hookfangs wings raised higher with a piercing roar before the wings landed back onto the sand making it spread through the air. He ran at the Berserker and continued roaring as the middle of his mouth started turning into a devilish pit of molten lava getting ready to spew until Dagur did the opposite of what Hookfang thought he was going to do. The Berserker slid quickly under the dragons under belly and when he did he grabbed Snotlout lifting him to where his head rested in the middle of his chest and the Deranged viking then brought out a knife from the top of his boot, pressing it against the crook of Snotlouts neck. Hookfang was already turned around but stood incredibly still. His fiery eyes widened until it turned into extreme anger. Hookfang ran forward, "Nu uh, stop right there." Dagur pressed the knife into Snotlouts neck making the smallest of cuts which Hookfang smelt and immedietly stopped in his tracks. The dragons tail whipped side to side, his head rising higher as he bared all his fangs. "Looks like things are finally getting interesting!" Maniacal laughter followed after, while Hookfang continued his growling. "Now now, no need to ruin the moment." Dagur looked down to the unconscious dragon rider. Looking at the arrow that peirced Snotlouts shoulder. "Looks like it didn't hit any arteries but he's still bleeding." His other hand danced around the wound making the riders face turn into one of pain which in turn made Hookfang roar. The monsterous nightmare didn't like how useless he was feeling and unconsciously took a step forward, which made Dagur take the tip of his knife and pressed it again to Snotlouts neck. "How many time do I have to do this before you get the hint?" Hookfang watched the knife and looked at his rider, for the first time scared and not knowing what to do. "Now that I have your attention." There was a sickening pause. "I want you to go get Hiccup, bring him here then leave and maybe I'll let you take this one to." Dagur pressed Snotlouts face deeper into his chest, making the rider move uncomfortably. The Berserker then looked back into those golden and orange eyes. "You waiting for an invitation?" Hookfang cued sadly towards his rider, lowering his head in defeat before spreading his wings, oh so slowly, looking at his rider one last time before taking off back to Dragons Edge with a speed he was determined to keep. Dagur put his knife away as he watched the Monsterous Nightmare leave. He couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. His grip tightened around Snotlouts waist as he lifted the viking off the sand bridal style. Carrying him to where he made, what he called, his temporary home while making sure he covered his tracks.
As he made his way there he'd looked the rider up and down, being careful of the arrow sticking out of his shoulder. 'What trouble did he get into to get an injury like that? It could have been Dragon Hunters. Maybe?' The Berserkers face fell to a frown. He's been alone for months on this island, and now he has a 'guest' to take care of.
Finally he made it to the cave covered with moss and vines hiding the entrance. He pushed through making sure the vines wouldn't catch the arrow. He set the small viking on his bed made up of large leaves and watched as the vikings good arm reached toward him subconsciously. He laughed, "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew it was me Snotface." Dagur got up walking to a table he made and grabbed some herbs that consisted of many plants he found on the island but what he was looking for was a remedy he learned on his travels. Plantain leaves, some honey, he made lavender oil and frankincense oil. He mixed the items together, still thinking that the oils were a strange name. Dagur looked back to the sleeping viking then back to his table and reached for some clothes he took from a shipwreck other than his own ships wreckage. He took it off the decaying bodies, not caring who those people were. He tore the bottom of the shirt into a line with his teeth laying the cloth over his shoulder when he was done. The Berserker already cleaned it so it would be a good bandage. He turned back to Snotlout and walked towards him, setting the remedy on the floor. He needed a bowl of water to wash the wound before he could apply the ointment. The Berserker placed the fabric over the remedy to prevent flies from getting to it, he then left to get water.
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When Snotlout woke up everything seemed really bright and he couldn't stop a giggle from escaping his mouth. His good arm reached up as if petting something soft and warm and when he finally opened one of his eyes he saw a baby yak licking his face. The young viking couldn't help but pull the yak closer giving the baby kisses on its wet nose and furry forehead. The yak made a playful grunting noise and kissed the viking harder then jumped away from him bounding across the room. Snotlout reached for it, wanting the yak to come back to him so he could cuddle with it. "W-where you g-goin?" His voice sounded so weird he couldn't help but laugh. His good arm wrapped around his belly as he continued his fit of laughter. Finally, Snotlout looked around the room seeing the walls buldge out then sink back into the wall. "Whoooaa! Hehah." The Yorginson shook his head, nearly falling back into the leafed bed. Another giggle escaped his mouth when he saw the baby yak once again grunting and making such cute noises. "Awe Yakkity, c‐come here!" Both hands reached up in a grabbing motion when pain suddenly spiked in Snotlouts left shoulder. "Owie." The pain had disappeared as soon as it came and when Snotlout went to look what it was he heard a funny noise coming from what looked like weird looking snakes connecting to the ceiling of the cave. What was revealed to be walking inside was something terrifying his dad would tell him to get him to bed. A Draugr. His eyes widened and he immediately called out Yakkities name looking towards the baby yak that looked scared, but the thing was, Snotlout felt scared too. "Daaad! Daaaad!" The Draugr stopped in its tracks looking devilish as it then continued walking in, holding a large sword making his way slowly to Snotlouts sitting form. "DAAAAD!! DRAUGRS ARE R-REAAL!!"
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Dagur was heading back with a large wooden bowl of fresh water when he heard laughter. Not just any laughter, full on giggling fits were heard as he walked back to the entrance and for some reason, Snotlout was calling someone? Something? "Who in Valhalla was Yakkity?" He stood at the entrance for a good minute listening to the idiot that he was about to care for. Until he heard a pained noise that was clearly the monsterous nightmares rider. It sounded pathetic really and babyish and he just couldn't wait for what he was going to see. He rolled his dark green eyes and made his way in immediately looking towards scared sky blue ones. Which didn't stare at him for long because the viking had turned to a large boulder calling it Yakkity and telling it to come here in a scared voice, then quickly looking back at what he said was a Draugr. Dagur turned around there was no, ooh. "He's hallucinating." He took a step in and walked towards a now screaming viking. He couldn't help but laugh. "Daaad! Daaaad!" He stopped for a moment before shaking his head and continuing again towards the now crawling backwards viking who then stopped in his tracks looking at his left shoulder then screamed the most girlish scream he's ever heard. In a matter of seconds the arrow that was stuck in his arm was pulled out by the obviously hallucinating viking and Dagur immediately put the water on the table and ran towards the arm flinging viking that threw the arrow across the room yelling, "A SPIIDERRR!" Snotlout kicked and punched as what he thought was a Draugr made its way towards him. He tried pushing the Draugr off him and screamed for it to let him go until it's large hand grabbed Snotlouts right shoulder shoving him onto the floor. The Viking continued to fight back as the monster pinned him and for some reason he couldn't use his other arm to fight back. Dagur raised his fist and just like that, knocked the viking out.