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Warning: A bit of a steamy Dagcup moment, if you don't want to read it, you can skip this chapter. Whatever happens will be told in the next chapter in less detail.

Tangled Up With Cupid

Chapter Seven; Dagur The.. Deranged?

The week went by pretty fast, which was surprising to Hiccup, but it was probably all thanks to the addition of the tiger cub.

The little guy had taken a few days to get use to the home. To relax with every noise; Stocks loud snoring when he'd fall asleep on the couch, Valka in the kitchen when she'd make something to eat for her two favorite boys. The cub had taken very quickly with Toothless and Stormfly, worrying Hiccup at first when the small feline would stalk in front of the cage.

Valka and Aster had been there to help him though.

Aster would check over regularly, making sure the cub was doing fine in adjusting. He'd bring stuff over as well, toys he felt the feline would enjoy, or just with books about tigers so that Hiccup could better understand. Though, the older male knew that if anything really stumped him, Valka would be there to help.

Aster had also noticed how annoyed his friend was starting to get with the time he was spending with Hiccup, which was kind of hilarious really. With how often Jack and Aster got into rediculous arguements, it was kind of strange for Jack to feel jealous that he was spending so much time with the other male. But, Aster was beginning to wonder if that was really what he was jealous about..

That had to be false though, Jack had never shown any interest in other guys. Aster had only seen him with girlfriends.

So, for now the older boy would push his suspicions to the side.

. . . .

"Oh, this is not good." Hiccup groaned loudly.

"What is it?" A voice questioned from his head set.

Even the animals in the room seemed interested in the boys words. The tiger, who Hiccup had decided on calling Torch, looked up from where he lay curled up by the boys feet. Toothless peeked up from his lap, and he could even feel Stormfly shifting from inside his pocket.

He sat at his desk, having tabbed out of his game with Fishleg's to check some of the websites he went on. How awkward it had been when he saw his Facebook, a notification on a friend request. He'd just automatically added it, not even bothering to look at the name until afterwards. He'd been just a little excited at the person's cover photo, a painting of a dragon from one of his favorite artists.

Figuring, why not? Hiccup had gone to look over this persons info. They lived nearby, going to the local college. They had a lot of movies and even a few games in common, and the person seemed to be pretty popular, with over a thousand or so friends.

It had all seemed fine until he got to the pictures.

While h had kind of hoped Dagur was the nickname for a girl (He had figured it was possible, if Rachel could be called Ruffnut, why couldn't another girl be called Dagur?) But was reluctant to discover that Dagur was a boy. And not just any boy, oh no. He'd been that boy at the Snuggly Duckling, the one who'd flirted with him.

"Is this guy stalking me or something?" He asked, more to himself.

"Ohh, you're being stalked?" Fish asked.

Covering his face with his palm, Hiccup made to remove Dagur from his friends. Maybe the guy would get the idea that Hiccup was flattered, but just not interested. He'd been stopped, the sound of a message being received almost blowing his eardrums.

He could only take a wild guess on it being his new, unwanted friend. And hey, maybe he should have placed a bet on the guess. Because look, there was a message from Dagur.

Hey, we should hang out some time.

The message was short, followed by a set of digits. Wow, pretty simple message. Hiccup's cheeks flushed that the guy was really interested enough to track him down on - No! No, hell no! He wasn't going to feel good about this, this guy had been so straight forward and a little rude the other night, and then he'd actually stalked around to find him on Facebook.

Hiccup was not going to accept it.

He closed the message, telling himself that he'd delete it, and then remove Dagur from his friends list later. Maximizing his game, he adjusted his headset so that his friend could better hear him.

"Alright, what quest are we working on now?"

He listened to Fishleg's remind him what they had been doing, letting the game distract him from the message and his new.. Friend.

They'd played for two hours, before the light started to bother Hiccup. Besides, it was close to that time to feed the animals. Saying his goodbyes to Fish, he logged out and turned off the monitor to his computer. Scooting his chair back slowly, he looked down at Torch, who had perked up when he felt the teen move away from him.

"Let's get you guys something to eat." Hiccup said.

On the trip to receive the three animals food, and back, he found his thoughts void of any thought of his ex girlfriend. What replaced them though, were thoughts now of Dagur. Maybe, it was because Astrid had been his only, and first relationship. Or, it could be his loneliness, his want for more attention from someone who'd give him the time of day that wouldn't feel forced.

Once he'd returned and had his animals fed, he found himself pulling that message back up. His fingers plugged each digit into a new contact. Turning his computer off for the day, he sat back in his computer chair, staring at the numbers on the small screen of his cellphone.

"What's the worst that could happen?" He asked himself, opening a blank text. "He could figure out how awkward and weird you are."

He scowled at the answer he had given himself, starting out a text for Dagur.

Hey, I'd love to hang out.

Hiccup blankly stared for a few minutes, before giving an aggravated cry. Why did that sound so desperate?! He might as well have been saying 'Dagur take me now!'. Erasing the words, he tried to think of something not so desperate to text the other male. He wanted to get to know Dagur, wanted to maybe start as friends before even the thought of pursuing something new.

Well geez, now maybe his text should just scream the word virgin. It was obviously what he was, and that was how he felt right now as he tried to write a message to a guy he'd only met once.

Hey, it's Hiccup.

Yep, short, and let Dagur know who it was texting him. But, it still felt a little like it was missing something. Maybe because of how short it was, but what else was he really suppose to say? Rolling his head back, Hiccup hit send. While it was short, it was better then trying to write more and possibly embarrassing himself.

Straightening, he placed the device down on his desk. Turning, he looked to find out where his companions were, eyes stopping first on Torch, curled up on the end of his bed. Toothless and Stormfly were no where to be seen, and it wasn't until Hiccup rose and moved where he found both, curled up against the tiger.

Now that, is adorable. Moving back to retrieve his phone, he ignored the vibrations of a new text as he snapped a photo of the three. Torch lifted his head when he heard the shutter, but simply gave a yawn, before laying his head back down. Sending the photo off to Aster and Jack, Hiccup finally checked his inbox.

Dagur, had surprisingly written back rather fast.

The fishbone from the Snuggly Duckling?

Ah, yeah?

Hiccup gave a groan. This guy had already caught on to the nickname others had given him? Great, this was turning out worse then he'd hoped. There was still time to delete Dagur from his friends, and block his number. And that's just what he was about to do when the phone vibrated again in his hand. His brain told him to forget it, to ignore whatever he wanted to say and do something better with his day.

But he ignored his mind, a mistake really on his part. He opened the text, looking to see what Dagur wrote next.

We should hang out. Now.

Wow, someone was bossy. Rolling his eyes, Hiccup asked Dagur why they should hang out? They barely knew each other, and why would Hiccup want to hang out with someone who had called him a fishbone? And there wasn't even a please in that text, just a 'Now' as if he were an animal being called to their owner.

God, this guy just got ruder and ruder. He could find some better way to spend his time. His father was home, which wasn't a shock on Saturdays. His father was always home on weekends, which was nice when they just wanted some father/son bonding.

That's it, why hang with Dagur when he could spend time with his old man?

Just come over loser.

The text was much like the first message Dagur had sent him. A short sentence, followed by something else. In this case, it was followed by an address. The house wasn't that far from the high school, right around the corner really. It'd be a bit of a walk for the teen, if he decided to go. But there was just something bad about this, there was that feeling of expecting something bad to happen.

It was that feeling he got when he watched horror movies. When you knew something was coming. That's how he felt right now, and he'd fully had his mind set on ignoring the other boy's text and staying home. Until his phone vibrated again in his hand, soon followed by his ringtone. Dagur was calling him!

"H-hello?" He stammered into the receiver.

"Come over chickenshit, or I'll track you down and force you out." Came Dagur's voice.

Gee, what a start to a friendship Hiccup really wanted no part of. "You know, I have a lot of stuff to do. I have a quiz I should be studying for, and I have to cook dinner later." He trailed off, hoping Dagur believed the lies.

Dagur gave a sigh on the other end of the phone. Hiccup could hear the sound of a door slamming open, which made him flinch when it smacked the doorframe. Either Dagur was mad at him, or he really enjoyed slamming doors. Hey, could even be both.

"Fine, I'll come over there then." He said.

Hiccup's eyes widened. No. No, no, no. Dagur couldn't come over, not now, not ever! He had to be bluffing, trying to get Hiccup to agree to go to his house. Besides, he didn't even have Hiccup's address. There was no way he was coming over, and Stoick would stop the boy from entering the house if he thought of him as some sort of.. Front door burglar?

"You live in that big house on the hill right? The one with the police cruiser and that Zoo van?"

What. The. Fuck.

How?! How did Dagur know where he lived?! There was no way he could have figured something like that easily, no, he had to be like.. Stalking Hiccup or something. Holy shit, was he stalking him?! Ooh no, now he definitely wasn't coming inside his house. Fuck that idea.

"You know what, I just remembered that my boyfriend is coming over. You know, the one with white hair?"

If it had been any other time, Hiccup would have felt awkward calling Jack his boyfriend. But, he was going to use it. Anything really, to keep Dagur away from his house. He heard Dagur give a snort on the other end, the wind whipping against the phone and causing Hiccup to pull his phone a little away from his ear.

"Your profile says that you're straight, and single. But, I'm sure I can change your mind." Dagur answered, and he could practically see that smug smile on the red heads face.

"Fine! I'll come over!"

. . . .

Fuck.

How did he end up here? This was worse then heading over to the Snuggly Duckling. He looked down at his phone, making sure his father was on speed dial, ya know, if something happened. He ever placed Astrid, Aster and Jack on his speed dial. Because all three had cars, and he was sure one of them cared enough to come pick him up.

The house was a little rundown, the porch looking like it would collapse at any moment. He stepped carefully, hoping one of the boards wouldn't give way under him. Dagur was already at the door before Hiccup could announce his presence, a grin on his face as he pushed the door open.

"Took you long enough." Dagur stated, reaching out and taking Hiccup's wrist, where he pulled him inside the house.

The house looked worse inside, items strewn everywhere. There was clothing on the floor and draped over a beat up couch. There was a strong scent of sweat and pot? Hiccup wasn't sure, but he had to keep from clamping his hands over his nose and mouth.

Dagur didn't even show him around, and ignored introducing him to the man and woman that stood in the tiny space that might pass for a kitchen. He tugged him down a hall and then down a set of stairs. The basement was cooler than the rest of the house, and Hiccup had to only guess it was Dagur's room.

Half of the floor was tile flooring, the other half actually covered in a dark red carpet. The room was spacious, bigger than Hiccup's bedroom. There was a washer and dryer pushed up against the far wall, a basket of either clean or dirty clothes set in front of the machines. To his right was a pool table, and leaning against the wall nearest the pool table was a mini fridge.

There was a small desk, that sat a really old looking computer, which surprised Hiccup that it still worked at all. And practically in the center of the room was a bed, dark sheets pushed down by the end.

"Sweet man cave huh?" Dagur asked with a grin.

"Uh, yeah."

Hiccup's eyes moved back down to his wrist, where Dagur had yet to release him. He tried to tug himself free, but the hold on his arm only tightened as Dagur lead him over to the bed. He pushed the brunette so that he was sitting on the bed, before Dagur moved to sit himself next to him.

Hiccup rubbed at his wrist, making out a red hand mark where Dagur had once been holding him. It didn't hurt, but damn was he glad to be free. He looked to Dagur, taking notice of how Dagur looked at him. It creeped him out, almost more than it did the last time.

"Are you a virgin?" Dagur suddenly asked.

Yep, officially creeped out. He could feel the rush of heat to his face at Dagur's blunt question. "That's a really personal question." He retorted.

Dagur rolled his eyes, "So you are." He muttered more to himself, before a weird smirk came to his face.

Alright, if Hiccup had been on that show Panic Button, he'd be hitting it like a madman right now. There was nothing good about that smirk, and he found himself scooting further back from the older male. He didn't have to know much about Dagur to figure that there was something not quit right about him. It oozed off of him like some dark ominous cloud.

Dagur only moved closer when Hiccup tried to move away, until he was sitting at the end of the bed and the only choice was to either pushing himself off the bed, or move to the side so that more of him was on the bed. And yeah, no, that wasn't happening.

"Have you ever been with another boy?" Dagur asked him, leaning closer. "And don't lie about that other boy, he wouldn't be into someone like you."

Wow. That statement kind of hurt. What did he mean by someone like him? As far as he knew, there wasn't anything wrong with him. Sure, he was pretty small for his family. Both of his parents were big boned, and the rest of the Haddock family was. All but him. But was that really something that was suck a big turn off?

Wait.. Why was he trying to find a reason why Jack would be interested in him?

But with Dagur's words, it made him feel unwanted. Useless. It brought back feelings he hadn't felt in a long time. A time where he was younger, smaller. Back when Snotlout used to constantly bully him, and when Astrid wouldn't even give him the time of day.

He hadn't really taken notice that he'd scooted further back on the bed, Dagur taking the opportunity to move, pushing himself between Hiccup's legs and placing his palms on either side of his head. When, when did Hiccup end up on his back?

"I'll take it you've only been with a girl, right?" Dagur continued to question him, leaning down to brush his lips against the younger boy's ear.

How had this situation turned on him like this? God, was this what his body had been warning him about? He felt something warm and wet brush over his earlobe, causing him to shiver. There was a rush of breath against his ear, before he felt Dagur's knee press against his groin.

"Dagur, stop." Hiccup pushed at his chest, the older male luckily pulling back.

"C'mon, you can't tell me you don't want this." Dagur said, grinding his knee against Hiccup.

Hiccup bit at his bottom lip, looking into the other males green eyes. This was a mistake. A very, very big mistake. Dagur's eyebrows furrowed, waiting impatiently for Hiccup to give him an answer. The younger male was fighting with his head, because part of him was starting to want this. To feel wanted, not useless. He wanted to know that he could be of some use to someone, even if it was someone he hardly knew.

But he had to be logical about this. He couldn't give up so easily, he couldn't let those words break him down like they use to. He knew he was wanted, right?

Dagur gave a sigh, rolling his eyes, before moving back down to press his mouth against Hiccup's jaw. His hands trailed down the boys chest, fingers beginning to tug free the belt looped around his pants. Hiccup's head started to lean back, baring his throat to the other boy.

Taking the open opportunity, Dagur was more then willing, lips and teeth grazing against the flesh of the boy's neck. He'd managed to get his pants open, his hips pressing down and grinding hard against the smaller boy.

Hiccup's lips opened in a pant, hands moving up to hold onto the back of Dagur's shirt, trying to press him closer to his body. He arched himself off the bed, grinding himself back against the other male. Fuck, he'd never felt so turned on as the first time him and Astrid had started getting further in their relationship. Dagur was a lot bigger then Astrid though, more broad shouldered and full of muscle.

The man's much larger hands pushed themselves under the dark green long sleeved shirt Hiccup was wearing, goosebumps rising at the feel of unrecognized hands trailing over his stomach and up to his chest.

There were many things different between Dagur and Astrid, besides the obvious gender difference. Dagur was a lot rougher then Astrid had been, teeth clamping down on Hiccup's neck and harshly sucking. The action caused a loud moan from Hiccup, hips thrusting up for more of that friction Dagur had brought him earlier.

"Has a woman ever pleasured you like this, Hiccup?" Dagur asked against his neck, teeth nipping at the already darkening mark on his neck.

Hiccup could barely form a sentence, settling with shaking his head no to the question. More then satisfied with Hiccup's answer, Dagur let his hands drag Hiccup's pants down his legs, exposing freckled thighs and legs. Once they were past Hiccup's knees, Dagur brought his hands back up to hook his fingers under the waistband of Hiccup's boxers.

"I'm going to claim you, Hiccup. You will become mine, no one else will have you." he purred against his neck.

Hiccup was half in and half out, his eyes rolling back in his head. His cock was hardening, straining against his underpants and already starting to leak pre-cum. Dagur made out the dark mark against the boxers, and moved down his body until his face was in front of the tent in the other's pants. He pressed his tongue out and against the covered head, listening to the tiny noise that left Hiccup as he thrust his hips up.

Slipping the boy's cock free from it's confines, Dagur let his eyes take it all in. It was nothing in comparison to his own cock, but it was gorgeous in it's own way. He lapped up the pre-cum, rolling the taste in his mouth before slipping the head of Hiccup's cock into the warmth of his mouth. Hiccup gave another moan, hips thrusting up and pressing himself further into the older male's mouth. Dagur choked a little, but adjusted as he took the boy's cock deeper. Once Hiccup's hard length fully in his mouth, Dagur began to bob. He moved up and down, tongue swirling around it and pressing flat against the head.

Hiccup was thrusting up, moans leaving him as he gripped onto the bed sheets. He could feel Dagur's fingers, rolling his balls around in his hand and giving them a light squeeze. He wasn't going to last much longer, that heat setting quickly in the pit of his stomach.

He tried to hold himself back from cumming inside the other boy, but Dagur held tight onto him, hands grabbing and holding his hips down as he pressed his cock deep into his throat. With a loud cry, Hiccup let it all go. Hips jerking, he gave another moan as Dagur swallowed around his cock, taking every squirt of his semen.

Laying limp on the bed, Hiccup stared blankly up at the ceiling. Everything that just happened rolled over him in a wave of guilt and shame. He hadn't wanted this to happen, he'd let that one sentence get the better of him. He could feel the hotness of tears forming behind his eyes, and had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from letting them go.

"Now that I've taken care of you, how about you take care of me with that little ass of yours?"

Dagur grinned as he looked at the boy, loving the way he looked against his sheets. He had loved those sounds that came from him, the moans and cries he could bring to him from just giving him some head. Imagine the noises he could get from being deep inside of him.

Reaching to undo his own pants, he was interrupted when the door slammed open. The dark haired woman seemed unfazed when her green eyes landed on the boys on the bed. Hiccup though flushed, trying to roll his body away from her line of sight. Dagur gave a groan, crossing his arms as he looked back at her.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" he asked her.

"Yeah, well I want you to get your ass up here and help your father shovel the snow." she stated, crossing her own arms.

Dagur gave a low growl under his breath, pushing off the bed and re-buttoning his pants. Hiccup took this opportunity to push his shirt down, sitting up and not even giving a look to his softening cock as he tugged his boxers and pants up his legs.

"I don't know why he can't do it himself, it's a tiny ass driveway." Dagur complained as he walked towards the door.

The woman said nothing, eyes staying on Dagur as he left the room. She didn't spare a glance to Hiccup, following the older male up the steps into the upper level of the home. Hastily zipping up his pants and buttoning them, Hiccup didn't bother buckling his belt as he rushed towards the door. He needed to get out there, had to get out of that place that smelled like sweat, pot, and now desperation and shame.

He didn't bother looking at who's number he hit first, pressing the phone to his ear as he almost tripped up the steps.

"Hiccup?" a female voice answered.

"Astrid, I-I need.." he felt the tears finally starting to slide down his face, his bottom lip trembling.

"Hiccup, is something wrong? Where are you?" Astrid sounded in a rush as soon as she heard her ex boyfriend's distress.

"Can you come get me?" he asked in a tiny voice.

He could feel the woman watching him as he rushed past where she was sitting on the couch, giving a grunt when he stumbled over an empty can on the floor. Dagur and his father were already outside, a blunt pressed between the older male's lips as his green eyes landed on Hiccup. Before he could call out for the younger boy, Hiccup had jogged down the street, trying to get away as fast as he could.

"Where are you Hiccup?" Astrid asked again, the sound of a door shutting behind her.

"I'll be at the high school." he answered.

Hey guys, thank you so much for the answers about that other fix. I think I will post it. I'm not sure when though, because I'm currently working on whatever motivation will come to me for the like.. 20 or so other fabrics I've got planned.

HoneyBeeez: :D That makes me happy that you'd read it. And yeah, my mom use to drive like Jack did. My sister would yell at her all the time when she did it too.

Anie6142: I kind of like the thought of your suggestion, or at least I think the Flynn and Aster voice in my head do. So I think I may have Aster do that as he starts to realize the growing feelings Jack is getting for Hiccup.