Dagur the Deranged

by WatUCWatIC

Hiccup's eleven years old, but already he can brag that he's almost died more times than even a viking child his age should. However, it's just not satisfactory if it's happened on the same time of the year, every year for as long as he can remember. Why does it take so long to sign that stupid treaty anyway?

"Please stop," Hiccup said quietly, earning him yet another punch in the shoulder.

"Geez," Dagur said, "Why are you such a party-pooper?" He ignored Hiccup's grunts as the boy punched him again in the other shoulder.

Why do I have to deal with Dagur every time, Hiccup wondered. He was always the one stuck with the responsibility handling Dagur, and honestly, it was wearing him down.

"Come on Runt," Dagur had finally finished dislocating Hiccup's shoulders. "I'm hungry, take me to your food!"

Poor Hiccup had no choice but to comply, and he took Dagur to the mead hall, where the other kid's would probably see him get bullied by Dagur...again.

At least it's different from the glares, Hiccup thought, fully aware of the pitying glances the other Vikings from Berk threw him as he led Dagur to a table.

Why was it taking so long to sign a stupid treaty!? It always took his father and Dagur's a whole day before they signed the treaty, and by then, Hiccup was covered in bruises.

That or he would have almost died again. It was sad how the latter seemed to happen more often than the first, but Hiccup was used to it. It was somewhat his "official" job as a Hooligan.

But I'm only eleven, he regretted, remembering every time he'd thought he would die for sure.

It'll be horrible when he grows old enough to take over his father's position, thought Hiccup. Then again, Dagur's insane. I don't doubt he'll kill his dad before that happens.

Hiccup shudders at the thought. He actually like Oswald the Agreeable who, for a change, never glared at him.

That day, Dagur tried to get him to eat a cockroach and jump off a cliff.

"Ack! Hiccup! Hey! I was- er... I was looking for you," Fishlegs had yelled. Dagur had been arm-wrestling Hiccup (we already know who was winning) and pushing the poor boy toward the edge of the cliff. If it hadn't been for Fishlegs, Hiccup might have not survived that day.

Sadly, he wasn't as lucky with the cockroach incident.

"Eugh," was all he could say after that. He'd even picked up grass (with more dirt than grass) to scrub on his mouth.

Even rotten yak milk is better than that, he scowled. (Boy was he wrong)

Dagur left with a smile on his face, stating that he and Hiccup had had a great day. Hiccup had no choice but to agree.

As always, Hiccup was the happiest to see Dagur go.