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“I don’t think I have.” Would changelings have his memories? How would it even work. No, but he was talking about his time in the darklands. He’s become different since the time he’s been as Gunmar’s prisoner. The spark of aggressive destruction that was in his eyes before, turned soft and gentle. His eyes a bright grass green, like the colors of spring. Sparkling with recognition of his own change, of difference. 

What he went through was a horror he never experienced in his life. He almost died from it. If he wasn’t a berserker, he likely would have been dead before Jim got to him. Perhaps his bloodline was the only thing that saved him, that an his stubbornness to live. Dagur looked at Jim, a mix of pain and relief in his eyes. Hesitation as his hand moved, contemplating whether or not to take the other boy’s hand. It eventually did, holding the slender hand in a gentle and careful grasp. His thumb idly massaging above the wrist. 

“I haven’t really been the same after the darklands, Jim. I don’t know what’s left anymore. I don’t even know if... I can go back to where I came from.”

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I have a Ko fi if anyone wants to support me.

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Made a trollhunters rp server if anyone’s interested

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sarcasm laced heavy through his voice as he said,  “ here is underneath the ever wonderful california town of arcadia oaks, possibly the most boring place in america and, i’m happy to inform you, the greatest hub of troll activity in the americas. its a safe haven. which is why folks are a little nervous about you and your dragon slaying. and the fact is, your presence is as new and unnerving to them – to me – as theirs is to you. ”  he didn’t say :  didn’t the vikings live centuries ago ?  that would be too much, he decided, to take in, on top of the overwhelming muchness of trollmarket, its bright lights glistening off every crystal edge, voices and motion like stone scraping on stone.

“ okay, dagur. now that i have your word about the dragon, welcome to the heartstone of trollmarket. ”  he reached to take the stranger by the hand, wariness abating into a desire to hold onto the visitor, to keep a close eye on him. by comparison, jim was a more a boy-shaped emptiness in the world than , but he held himself with a cold authority, an unflinching protector.  “ here you’ll meet the head honcho. just to warn you, he’s a little off-putting. ”

light the color of long sunsets swept around them, draping them with softer edges than their warrior hearts allow. jim considered vendel inside, the scrape of his voice, the disapproval falling over jim – as trollhunter, every intruder, every thread to order, became his responsibility – and made a decision to spin out the time. he peered through the doorway of the heartstone and ducked back. “ you know, i’m working a theory, ”  jim said, cautiously.  “ before we go in and face vendel. here, we have stories about trolls living under bridges, guarding, y’know, demanding a toll for passing. all the doors between this underground world – what you call jotenheim but which definitely isn’t referred to by the locales – and the surface world are bridges. i don’t know if that’s how you got here, but–. ”

A thick red brow perked at the trollhunter. He's never heard of California, or America. “You'd have to forgive me if I'm not familiar with, well, what you described. All I know is islands and the archipelago, nothing like... California or this 'America'.” Dagur replied. In his honesty, there's going to be a lot he has to learn, “But I can understand the caution.” After all, Hiccup wasn't all that happy about the berserker hunting dragons. He hunted them for glory, but to test himself. During the time, he wanted to slay a night fury. Now he just wanted to slay it and it's master even more.

“But this place does remind me of Jotenheim. The stories, anyway.”  Even if it may not actually be the fabled world of the Jotnar, he can admit to the striking similarities. Gold, brightness, even among the dark. As though their world had no natural light from the sun, some parts in ruins due to the wars between Jotenheim and Asgard. He seen no destruction, aside from the one he and the dragon had inadvertently caused. Just houses of stone, marketplaces, glowing gems glittering ceilings and surfaces. The dragon looked hungry for the stones, as Dagur noticed. Gronckles had a rock-based diet, even while they can occasionally eat meat.

If he is not to slay the beast, he may just use it for his benefit. He could make gronckle iron, or figure out how to train it like Hiccup. Perhaps it would grant him the key to build his own army of dragons to stomp on that dainty little pegleg once and for all. Not that he'll ever mention this allowed, or suspect he'll ever be able to return home. Dagur had to accept the possibility that he may never go back, despite that his tribe would need him.

Forest green hues shifted as he felt the iron clad boy take his hand, begrudgingly allowing this for it was best for them not to get separated. “If he's any worse than Stoick, I'll tell you.” Dagur spoke. Jim doesn't know who Stoick is, but it didn't stop the berserker from making that remark. His eyes glistened as he saw the interior of the heartstone, orange like the fire and the sun, yet not intensely bright to hurt those orbs. His attention twitched back over to Jim as the other boy spoke of a theory.

“Bridges? There are bridges between the realms. I didn't really see a bridge when we were running. Dragon Island isn't exactly people inhabited. Maybe a path opened up to us and it led us here? That's about as much as I can think of.”

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Made a trollhunters rp server if anyone’s interested

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Made a trollhunters rp server if anyone’s interested

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Made a trollhunters rp server if anyone’s interested

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I do so happen to have a discord server up for the HTTYD fans! You don’t really have to have a blog to be involved, so you are entirely free to invite your buddies! 

https://discord.gg/KmTc7GF

You are also welcome to reblog this for a signal boost if you’d like.

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may have to do some slight tweaks based on the new season!

but im still sort of semi-active.

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“ skin of stone ?  check. vikings ?  definitely not check. look, i don’t know what’s going on. nobody should be able to get past the barrier, so that’s what i’m worried about. what all they are worried about. it seems like something let you surpass the barrier – i’ll have to get that checked out. this is a safe haven for trolls. or whatever you call them. ”

but he laughed, gentle, as arrrgh!!! lifted the dragon, green on green, seen from the straining corner of his eye. hefting daylight, he spun it to rest between his shoulderblades, like the weight of wings – truly, merlin’s blessing had granted him ascendancy, had lifted him up :  yes, this is his flight, the key to his wild, wandering heart. he held out an armored hand, and his gauntlets caught the crystal lights and spun it into fractals around them. the faint inner glow infused the armor with strength, 

he set a pace to brisk for sightseeing, the weight of his footsteps pounding duty into his limbs. sacred obligation meant that this boy and his glittering beast of the sky were sacred, that they were his duty – not only to protect the trolls from them, but to protect them. obligation meant an open hand, always extended. obligation meant turning himself inside out; holding all the stars inside of him, pressing them close until he turned midnight-dark and ready.

“ so let me get this straight, ”  he said, voice even and low, as they walked.  “ you’re a viking. even though this is– even though you are– i’m going to have some news to break to you, um, maybe not exactly right now. ”  dubious, he continued.  “ i mean, i’ve heard stories. about gods. about the end of the world. so …  it is …  possible, that the trolls descended from your  ‘ jotnar. ’  when they crossed the ocean, that is. ”

before the heartstone, he faltered. vendel would pin this on him, and he was uncertain whether he was willing to hold himself up before this boy and vouch for him. the sunset  glow of the great crystal washed them both, rendered them both ethereal. but it was his duty to take the fall, to take any fall. to hold his body out between worlds and let it tear him in two. so he planted his body firmly before the entrance to the heartstone, the lifeforce of vendel, all of him a glittering barrier. bridges both span the distance between worlds and build walls between them, and jim offered himself as both.  “ i need you story,  ‘ dagur the deranged, cracker of – ’  whatever, ”  jim said.  “ now. i can’t deal with vendel without it. and you might want to leave out the  ‘ trying to kill a dragon ’  part. don’t for a moment think i’m letting you go back just to kill that poor creature. ”

“ It’s not like I knew there was a way to get into Jotenheim. Well, there technically is, but I remember it being more challenging. Only the most courageous and worthy could reach it! At least that was how the stories go. “ It was strange for him, strange for everyone. Things looked vastly different than his time. There were stuff here he didn’t know existed. But he is definitely familiar with the gems and stones, he knows gronckles eat the stuff.

Dagur’s dark green hues staring at Jim as the other boy was trying to understand about what Dagur was telling him. A viking, if it wasn’t obvious. “ Yeah, I am a viking. More specifically a Berserker. We live in different tribes where I come from. “ Its no different than what Jim may have heard in history class. Vikings lived in civilzations but it was less sophisticated than they were now. “Trolls are Jotnar. They always been. To us, anyway. Vikings.”

As they stopped before hearthstone, he could only gaze upon it in wonder. He’s impressed by such a thing. Wasn’t long before Jim’s remark about killing dragons snapped him out of it.  Dagur only groaned, “ Just... call me Dagur. It’s easier. It was only natural I try to slay the gronckle, but if you insist. I rather not be forever stuck here. Wherever here really is. Jotenheim or not. ” He rolled his eyes, shrugged his solders, and soon crossed his arms over his chest. “ Like I said before, I was chasing him when we ended up here. All we did was go through some bushes on dragon island. I didn’t even know it would take me here. ” He thought the dragon knew, but it turns out the dragon was just as clueless.

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hvessa

❛     the only reason it might be inappropriate for me is that the twins have insinuated more than once that they’ve adopted me                    but so long as we’re not actually related to them  ,      you have my blessing  .     ❜     crimson tiers blossom into a smile  :     she truly is happy for dagur     &     tuffnut  ,     no matter how unusual their relationship is  ,     at least from her perspective  .     ❛     AS LONG AS YOU’RE HAPPY  ,     big brother  ,     i’m happy  .     ❜

💥 " Well, they aren’t actually related to us, at least not by blood. I’m pretty sure we’re the only two. ” As far as he knows, the twin’s parents are both berkians.  💥 “ Well, other than kind of adopting Hiccup as our little brother. Never regretted that. “ He’s glad that Heather isn’t upset or finds that Dagur prefers men appalling. Suppose it has become a normal thing or that Heather had similar feelings for another girl. Something that big brother won’t judge her for.  💥 “ I’m glad you’re okay with this, I really am. Thank you. “

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               ❛  so the triple strike huh?  ❜   hiccup glances between dagur and shattermaster.  though it took some time, the dragon master believes that dagur really has changed, especially in the case of heather.   ❛  do you have a name in mind for it ,  after all you were the   f  i  r  s  t    to ride it.  ❜  

                            “ Well, I’m assuming that she may already have one, since, well, you guys took her in. “ So, guess that Dagur had another dragon to care for. What with having Shattermaster and Swiftstorm now.

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          ❛ give them a chance . everyone here still has a whole life left ahead of them. ❜ shoulders shift to snugly fit straps of backpack on , looking far too carefree to be standing beside someone menacing in the eyes of all others . even before introduced to a world of monsters & magic has she long acquainted with hospitality to even the oddest of personalities . ❛ and … jim kind of beat you to it . he already punched steve before and knocked him out . in self defense of course . i’d rather the poor guy not lose another tooth . ❜

“ Wait, Jim already punched the inbred? “ that deranged, amused laughter soon rolled in, “ I wish I seen that! Didn’t even think little Jimmy had it in him really. Now I’m surprised! Maybe a little impressed. Maybe. “ If all else, it just made him more interested in what Jim is capable of. The boy he now roomed with seemed so tiny compared, so meek. That armor brought an entirely different persona, like some kind of super hero as Dagur had heard of among the comic geek kids.