Enpowera: Hiccup arrivals at Berserker Isle and the sexual tension begins. Dagur also finds out why Hiccup suddenly needs training.
Hiccup was looking out over the side of the ship eagerly. She'd been traveling for almost two weeks to reach the Berserker Isles and she was on the last stretch of her journey. Heather and her had parted at the first village they'd stopped at, the girl and her family taking a separate boat from there. Hiccup was sad to finish the journey with little company, but thus is life. Now she was brimming with excitement to see Chief Oswald and Dagur, prancing about like an impatient child, much to her guards' amusement. The guards were two women from high standing warrior families.
"Princess Hiccup, away from the edge, we'll be making land soon," one guard formally stated. Stoick had made it clear she was to be talked to in full titles on the trip so that everyone gave her respect.
"I want to see everyone when we get there,"
"You will, from the safety of the deck."
"Joy kill," Hiccup stated, climbing away from the edge and standing by her guards.
An hour later had the ship docking and everyone climbing out. Hiccup resisted the urge to run into the awaiting Dagur's arms. It wouldn't do to make a bad impression on everyone by being so bold.
"She's here!" Dagur whispered excitedly, the red hair of his maiden fair hard to miss against all the gloomy colors.
"Now remember, she's a guest so don't be so bold with her," Oswald reminded for the umpteenth time that day.
"Yes Dad," Dagur drolled out, which dampened his excitement for all of half a minute.
Hiccup was led towards the Chief. She gave a slight bow in greeting waiting for the verbal greeting.
"Welcome, dear Hiccup, to our humble island!" Oswald clasped a hand on her shoulder with a hearty laugh and smile.
"Thank you for having me," Hiccup smiled, the formal atmosphere feeling odd to her.
"Dagur, would you mind showing her ar-"
"Not a problem!" Dagur just about kidnapped her in her attempts to show her around Berserker Island.
"Dagur, I'm getting hot," Hiccup complained. The Berserker Isles where almost tropical compared to Berk. "Can you show me a tailor so I can order some new clothes?" Hiccup did not pack for warm weather, all her clothes being long sleeved and cozy.
Dagur needed a moment to process that, "Y-Yeah! Yeah. Let's go and see her," and so the journey for new clothes began.
"I don't know how you stand it being so warm," Hiccup complained a bit while they headed towards a seamstress, "I am honestly wishing I could take off my clothes right now..." He went red when she'd realized what she just said.
Dagur had to literally bite down on his tongue to keep from making a remark. Not enough to shed blood, but just to keep it from moving. "Let's just...hurry," he groaned softly as he more or less shoved her into the seamstress' cottage. "She needs new clothes, make it quick! I'll have my dad send you top coin!"
After that little bit of encouragement (though it was odd coming from Dagur, as his was usually death threats), the seamstress was quick to work. It was also easy since Hiccup was such a thin girl.
Hiccup just told the Seamstress that she'd like cooler clothes, such as leggings, pants, shirts, skirts, and dresses, and told the Seamstress that she'd prefer greens and browns. She wasn't too picky otherwise. This resulted in a rather speedy wardrobe change since Hiccup went for more simple things, which again made the Seamstress happy since she was still getting paid a nice and hefty sum.
Hiccup had her guards wait for the rest of the clothes to be made as she snagged the first outfit and rushed to change. She came out wearing a loose skirt that stopped just before her knees and a sleeveless top that was form fitting. It was quite the difference form Hiccup's usually modest clothes.
So when Dagur saw her in her new outfit, he excused himself to the nearest barrel of cold water and put his head in it a few times before returning, "You look fantastic!"
"Thanks...the Seamstress said it was the usual attire for girls here," Hiccup still felt self conscious. Most of the women around her were warriors while she was...well a hiccup.
Dagur nodded continued Hiccup's tour of the island after giving the guards directions to his house. He found he couldn't keep his eyes off her and was becoming tempted to take her straight home and try to get her to bed. The only thing stopping him was that Hiccup probably wouldn't appreciate that at the moment. When he was able to remove his glance from Hiccup, he noticed other men copying his actions and sent them glares. He pulled Hiccup close to his side, effectively listing her as off limits.
Hiccup gave a small eep at being pulled close, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. Just want everyone to know you're mine," Dagur stated possessively.
"As I am unmarried, I belong to no one," Hiccup growled slightly at being thought of as a possession.
"But one day we will be, and until then I don't want other men looking at you like a piece of meat,"
"I'm afraid you've little choice," Hiccup smiled a bit, his words making her forgive him a little.
"I'm the future chief, they better get the hint."
"I'm sure though their fear of you will do more than your future title,"
Dagur smirked, "But of course."
"It's starting to get late," Hiccup changed the topic, "let's go get some dinner."
"You'll like Berserker food, we made sure to break in the best of it!" Odd choice of words there Dagur.
"Right...lead the way then,"
Dagur did so, leading her to an oddly shiny mead hall that was very battle and Skrill-themed. "We really cleaned up when we heard you were coming!"
"Your mead hall is very nice," It put the one on Berk to shame.
"Thanks!" Dagur beamed with pride and showed her around, telling details of what battle engraved into the walls meant what and how important the Skrill was to the Berserkers due to how it symbolized raw power and fury.
Hiccup listened with interest, amazed at all the details and wars fought by the Berserker tribe. She became instantly grateful they were an ally tribe.
"So, any questions?" Daguar asked as they finished off with the carvings of his grandfather's exploits.
"Nope," Hiccup answered, still caught up in looking at the drawings. Fishlegs would love this.
"In which case, let's eat!" Dagur lead her to the biggest table in the hall and sat beside her as they were served all the island had - which was mainly fruits and vegetables since they were in a more tropical area. The meats did have some fruity glazes to them as well.
Hiccup started eating, enjoying the new flavors. She especially loved their fruity drink that had a sting of alcohol, but tasted so very sweet. "All the food is really good. We should import the stuff to make this to Berk." Or I should move here, This is much better than the bland chicken and mutton we usually eat.
"I'll see what can be arranged," he smirked and then took a drink.
Hiccup ate till she felt ready to burst and had a light buzz from the fruity drink. She decided so far she'd rather enjoyed her first day here.
"So, good first day?" Dagur asked after dinner, words just a little bit slurred as he had more than his usual fill.
"Very good," Hiccup smiled cheerfully.
"Just wait 'til you see your room," he chuckled a bit as he imagined her reaction.
"Let's head there now," She was excited to see, if it looked as nice as the rest of the isle it would be a very beautiful room.
"As you wish," he held her hand on the way there to be just a tad more subtle about their kind-of-engagement. One must wonder if Stoick and Oswald actually voided the actual arrangement or not at this point now.
Hiccup's pride in her little village dropped a bit as she saw the size of the Chief's hall/house. It was much bigger than her own humble abode. She put those thought to the back of her head, as the Berserker Isles suffered far fewer dragon attacks than Berk.
"It's a little drafty, but the drafts come in handy when it's one of those especially hot and windy days." Dagur shrugged.
"Okay," anything to help with the heat. "Where's my room?"
Dagur lead her inside and was about to tell her when some of the female servants whisked her away to prepare for bed. "Aw come on!"
"I-I thought Dagur was showing me my room...and where his room is."
"Not while we're here, Lady Hiccup." Said one.
"You'll find it out in time, but for tonight you are to stay in your room." Said another.
"But I…." Hiccup was wondering how'd she find someone to help her feel better after a nightmare if she didn't know where Dagur was, "and what do you mean 'not while we're here'."
"Oh, you know," they chorused in sing-song as they lead her into her new room.
"But I...oh!" Hiccup got the picture.
"Exactly, so no funny business." Warned the oldest of the servants.
"I won't get up to any funny business and I hardly see how if I did, it would be any of your business,"
"Just because we're experts in washing blood out of cloth doesn't mean we want to."
"...Is sex that bad?" Hiccup now felt horrified. She knew the basics, but never got the full run down due to no mother to teach her. How horrid was it if you could bleed?!
"Looks like I've got something else to talk about," sighed the eldest maid as they entered the ornately-themed room. There was even an awkward-looking little gift, a Night Fury carved out of black wood on her pillow. "Seems Dagur thought you needed a welcoming gift."
"How sweet," Hiccup smiled at the sight of it.
"He's not the best carver, but it's the thought that counts." One voiced, the others nodding in agreement.
"I think he did a great job," Hiccup stated, going to pick it up. He must have made it to remind me of Toothless.
"So, what do you usually do first when you prepare for bed, Lady Hiccup?" asked one.
"Chang into my nightgown, unbraid my hair, and snuggle under the covers with Toothless,"
They all stared at her blankly at the mention of this 'Toothless' being.
"Is he your cat?" Asked one of the younger ones.
"My dragon," Hiccup responded cheerfully.
And so began the barrage of dragon-related questions at poor Hiccup. Some things never answered them to the best of her ability, happy to have the topic off her nonexistent sex life.
"I should probably get ready for bed now…" Hiccup stated after a while. Which got the servants to work on getting her changed into a summer-appropriate nightgown, undoing and brushing her hair and making sure she had everything required to sleep due to a lack of Toothless.
"It's nice having help getting ready for bed," Hiccup commented blissfully.
"Anything else, my lady?"
"No. Goodnight and thank you," Hiccup managed to avoid the sex talk too.
The group left her to slumber. During the night Hiccup's nightmares started up, leading to screaming being heard through the thin walls.
Dagur was the first to respond since he was the closest, "Hiccup, what's wrong!?"
The poor girl was almost hyperventilating.. "No-nothing...just a nightmare about when Alvin captured me."
"He did what!?" Dagur's crazy was starting to bubble up in his eyes.
"Your father didn't tell you?" Of course not. Dagur would had single handedly killed all the Outcast "I was captured by the Outcast about two months ago. They held me captive for almost three days. That's why I'm here to train and to offer additional protection from Alvin."
"...Excuse me a moment." He stormed out and soon the sound of one person's war cries and the splintering of wood was heard.
Hiccup went to calm him, "Relax...nothing happened….I just got a little beat up...I somehow managed to fight them off…"
He still looked pretty out there, "Regardless, he's gonna pay!"
"He will...but throwing a fit and destroying things won't solve it now,"
"Well… it helps!" Dagur huffed.
"It just destroys things," Hiccup scolded sweetly.
Well he couldn't argue that point.
"Let's just get back to bed before everyone wakes up,"
"Oh trust me, it would take more than this little outburst to wake everyone up," Dagur explained, "only reason I came in was because our rooms are right next to each other."
"Oh. Good to know."
"We should head back in though," he escorted her back inside.
They walked back towards their rooms.
"You need anything?" Dagur asked as they stopped in front of Hiccup's door.
"No. Hopefully I won't have anymore nightmares,"
"If anything happens, call me," he put his hands on her shoulders, "I'll be there as fast as I can."
"I will," Hiccup assured.
Dagur smiled, gave her a half hug and then went to his bed.
Hiccup returned to her bed and laid down to go back to bed. Her sleep was still restless, but she wasn't screaming at least.
