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Genuine Night Fury Of A Woman
@ashleybenlove
Ashley, late 30s, bi and poly cis lady (she/her). My fanfic tag. AO3. My icon is by princessfetus. Fandoms: How To Train Your Dragon (and Race to the Edge) and many, many more. Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is not mine. My blog title comes from starlitskvader. Please do not interact with NSFW posts or ask NSFW questions unless you are 18+.
Which god was in charge of happy accidents or unlikely chances? Whoever it was, Dagur would have to give up an offering. To his shock and delight, the little Hooligan hiccup that often filled his thoughts was here, alone. No friends, no guardians. No annoying things to get in the way of him and Dagur getting a lot better acquainted.
"Y-yeah, hunting dragons," Hiccup said. He sounded unsure, and Dagur smiled. He'd always been a bit of a runt, but after seeing him fight off that Night Fury… well, his perception had changed drastically. The way Hiccup had charged in, putting his life on the line for Dagur. Standing up to a Night Fury. Well, that had quite turned Dagur's head.
"We can't go hunting yet," Dagur said. He pulled out his wineskin and took a swig. "The night is young! The dragons aren't prowling yet, and I want to kill as many as we can." He tossed the wineskin at Hiccup, who fumbled and dropped it. "Drink up! Brought some good wine."
"Uh," Hiccup said, trying to set down his silly shiny shield and pick up the wineskin at the same time, "you're too kind."
Dagur snorted. "What, you too good to drink my wine, Hiccup?"
"N-no," Hiccup said quickly. "I mean—"
"Oh, I see," Dagur said, putting up his hands. "A discerning palette, huh? Try this one on for size, kid." He reached down and got the clay bottle he'd been keeping back. Hiccup was occupied in clearing off a spot on the log to sit as Dagur's hand brushed the phial of sedative he'd brought to dip his crossbow bolts in.
…Well, why not? He grabbed a drinking horn and poured a dash of the potion into it; Hiccup was still fumbling with the spare crossbow and knocked it off the log. Dagur poured some wine into the horn and passed it to Hiccup. "Drink up; it'll put hair on your chest!"
"Uh— I think I'm good," Hiccup tried to say, but Dagur was bringing the horn up to his lips and bracing him with the other hand behind his head. Hiccup had to drink or drown, and swallowed most of the wine before he sputtered. "Blech," he said when Dagur pulled away.
Dagur laughed. "Ah, don't be like that! It's good, right?"
"Eh, not the word I'd use," Hiccup said. He wiped the spilled wine off his chin, staining the cuff of his green tunic. He shook his head. "I like water more."
"Ugh, killjoy," Dagur sighed. He took a swig from the bottle and relished the warmth it spread through his chest. The sedative would be taking effect soon; it was strong. The thought of that warmed him even more.
Sure, he'd come here to hunt. That was true. But he'd be a fool not to take the opportunity the gods had served to him. He could even think of that silly shield as a silver platter, and here was Hiccup delivered on it. It was too perfect.
"I can't wait to kill that Night Fury," Dagur hummed, leaning back on his hands and staring up at the stars. Sparks from the fire spiraled up to twinkle in the dark before winking out. "It'll make this even better."
"I-I dunno," Hiccup said. Did he sound a little unsteady? A little sleepy? "You don't have to kill it." He paused. "I w-want to kill it. You should let me go find it."
"It tried to kill me!" Dagur said. "I deserve revenge for that!" He snuck a glance over at Hiccup; he was staring into the fire with a ferocity that suggested he was concentrating.
"Tried to kill me too," Hiccup said. "I saved you."
"You did," Dagur said quietly. He scooted closer to Hiccup on the log, heart in his throat. It might be a little soon to show his hand, but he couldn't wait. Even Hiccup was still lucid enough to reject him, he could take care of that. "I didn't thank you properly for that."
"Don't have to." Hiccup blinked and swayed a bit. Dagur raised a hand behind him to steady him, but Hiccup managed to stay upright.
"I'd be dishonoring my tribe if I didn't," Dagur said. "We don't let debts like that go unpaid." He brought the hand forward to the small of Hiccup's back. Hiccup tensed just a bit.
"It's fine," he muttered. Dagur could see by the firelight that he was blushing. It made his freckles stand out. His eyes, usually such an enticing and clear green, were just a bit glassy.
"I'm making it up to you one way or another," Dagur breathed, and leaned forward. His lips grazed Hiccup's cheek.
Hiccup lurched away, confusion bleeding across his face. "Wh—? D-Dagur?"
Dagur's hand shifted from Hiccup's back to his waist, preventing him from shifting farther away. "Relax, Hiccup," he said in his most soothing voice. With his free hand, he pulled off his helmet and set it aside. To his delight, Hiccup did relax. The sedative was surely doing its work now, draining any fight from him and erasing all his nervousness.
"Tired," Hiccup muttered. He blinked, and his eyelids took a moment to come back up.
"Here," Dagur said. He snatched a cloak and put it on the ground in front of them. "You can lie down." It was almost endearing how easily Hiccup took this; he almost slid off the log before Dagur helped him down. Once he was lying on his back, Dagur put himself down by Hiccup's side, back to the log they'd sat on.
The fire gilded Hiccup's profile. His eyelashes, so long for a boy's, cast a dark fringe against his cheeks. Freckles painted their way across the bridge of his nose. Under that, his lips were so lovely. They looked so soft.
Carefully, Dagur propped himself up on one arm and used a finger to tilt Hiccup's head over towards him. He was so limp, so soft. His skin was like silk. Dagur's finger ran up his cheek, tracing gently along his jaw and cheekbone.
Hiccup stirred. He tried to turn his head, but Dagur kept his hand in place. Hiccup couldn't muster much strength to push against him. His eyelids fluttered, then opened. His eyes were fully glassy; he probably could barely lift his own hands right now. The thought was enough to make Dagur lean forward and close the distance.
Hiccup's lips were indeed very soft. He didn't move much with Dagur's kiss, but it was enough for now. Dagur kissed him again, then slipped a hand under Hiccup's head to help angle him better. The hand he'd had on Hiccup's cheek slid down to his waist.
"Mm," Hiccup said against Dagur's lips. "Mm— D-Dagur…?"
"It's me," Dagur whispered. "That's right."
"S-sto—"
Dagur leaned in again before Hiccup could form the word. He teased Hiccup's lips open with his tongue and deepened the kiss. Hiccup still wasn't participating, but Dagur was eager enough for both of them. He tugged gently at the hem of Hiccup's tunic.
He could have wept when his hand met the smooth skin of Hiccup's waist. It was just like he'd dreamed of. He got the tunic rucked up about halfway, but returned to kissing Hiccup before doing anything else. His hand roved over Hiccup's stomach and chest, pulling him close at the waist.
Suddenly, Hiccup nipped Dagur's tongue. Dagur pulled back sharply, shock flooding him. The sedative! Was it wearing off?!
"Stop," Hiccup whispered. His eyes were still glassy, but Dagur realized that tears were adding to the effect. One slipped out and down the side of his face.
Dagur smiled and kissed Hiccup gently. "No," he whispered.
Summary: Set Post-Httyd 2 in a Drago Wins AU combined with a Viggo Lives AU. Viggo was certain he had said goodbye to Hiccup, but then Drago did the impossible; he defeated Hiccup. A year and a half after, he finally finds him, sold into slavery and a shadow of his former self. Viggo buys him at an auction and vows to gather the pieces of Hiccup and put him back together again.
Warnings: Discussion of slavery, past abuse, past sexual abuse, past sexual coercion, past violence
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