Author's note: This ficlet/drabble is set before the movie, like about a year before the series starts.
The moment Dagur fell for Ruffnut was when she punched him so hard in the mouth she knocked one of his back teeth out.
He had said something rude about her brother and she defended him, telling Dagur to shut the Hel up. Dagur had rolled his eyes not being the least bit intimidated. He was bigger, older, and stronger. Dagur chuckled and told her to make him.
Then she hit him hard in the side of the face with her left fist, and before he could lift his hand to his cheek a second time. He tasted blood and felt something hard and sharp in his mouth. He spat out the blood and most of one of his molars.
He should've been angry at her. He would've lept at anyone who tried that on Bezerker island. He was the Chieftain's son he demanded respect. He looked up at Ruffnut ready to pounce but he looked into her face.
Her eyes reminded him of blue fire the way they blazed, cold and hot at the same time. Her face looked as hard and sharp as a freshly forged blade. Not to mention the way part of her bangs fell over her eye, making her look tussled and battle ready.
Dagur 's stomach contracted and expanded, his breathing picked up, his heart hammered in his chest, and he felt something like a jolt of energy. Similar when he was in the middle of combat. He thought it was fear, but fear never felt as good as this. It was exciting and scary all at the same time.
He held his hand to his cheek, barely feeling the pain. He felt a rushing panic, not knowing what to say or do. He figured the girl must of cast some powerful spell on him to make him feel like this so suddenly. He'd been told by his mother and the elders of his tribe, that girls his age and older could do that. That even the most common house wife could cast a protective spell and cast runes. Whatever Ruffnut had done to him had knocked him completely for a loop. And Dagur didn't know how to react to her.
For the first time ever, Dagur the Deranged retreated. Turning on his heel and running away from Ruffnut. Praying to Loki that this feeling would stop once she was out of his sight.
Ruffnut snorted as he ran away, actually upset that he hadn't done anything more. She was looking forward to a fight. Before leaving she pocketed his tooth, deciding to keep it on the shelf above her bed with her other trophies.