#isn't that just regular dagur?

[sarnai4]

Movie Marathon

Here are some modern headcanons I have for Dagur when he's watching movies/his reactions afterwards.

Action films: He's memorizing all the best stunts so that he can try them immediately once the movie has ended. If one of these includes a fight scene, he's also planning which one of his friends he's going to have join him in this (probably Snotlout because Hiccup would die).

Comedies: He does better with dark comedies because he always laughs at the wrong spots for the regular ones. They have a sad moment and he's still thinking it's a joke, then wonders why everyone is giving him weird looks. At least with the dark comedies, he's supposed to laugh at someone dying.

Romance: Constantly says something inappropriate so that Astrid and Hiccup are embarrassed. The scene wasn't even intimate, but all his comments and winking would make you think otherwise. The only time he blushes too is when he and Mala are brought up, then he gets a bit bashful, but he also keeps kissing her during the smooching scenes.

Adventure: Will not stop asking Hiccup to go on the same adventure with him as the characters had. The puppy dog eyes don't go away until Hiccup finally agrees, then he gets a giant hug.

Film noir/mystery: Trusts no one, especially the main character. He's convinced the killer is secretly the hero and that the MC is just giving their side of the story to deliberately throw everyone off their trail. He's extra paranoid towards everybody for a minimum of 3 days. Mala's trying to let him know that their friends are not out to get him.

Drama: Finally knows when the sad moments aren't supposed to be laughed at. So, he tears up instead while hugging a pillow. Snotlout sees this as a cue that he can be watery-eyed too without being poked fun at. Now, they're both crying on the sofa because the main character just expressed how much love is had for someone else right before that second person dies.

Western and pirate: Combine action with adventure. This is why Hiccup's on a horse with a cowboy hat and why Snotlout is trying to not be forced to walk the plank.

Suspense/thriller: You thought he was paranoid before with the mystery films? He's not so much suspicious of the others as he is jumpy. This was probably the quietest he's ever been when watching something because he's waiting for that moment when everything goes wrong. The twins definitely take advantage of the jumpiness later, but they might get tackled in retaliation.

True stories: Sits by Fishlegs so that he can fact check that what the movie is saying really is true. They're whispering just about the entire time because Fishy is having as much fun talking about what he knows as Dagur is having learning about it. When the movie ends, they will proceed to geek out about the new information like it's a Gronckle until someone stops them.

Fantasy: Lots of "oohs" if there are impressive visuals. This genre gets his mind going with all the potential creativity, so he becomes disappointed if what actually happens in the story isn't as inventive as what he thought of. He also always thinks the heroes should be more ruthless than they are.

Musicals: Is making a mental note of the best songs so that he can ask Heather to sing them. He'll sing his request until she gives in. Some form of dance/movement is happening during the numbers too. If he's trying to not disturb the others, he's probably bouncing in the seat.

Science fiction: Is torn between being a skeptic and suspending his disbelief. He both scoffs at the overly unrealistic parts, then is impressed by how the characters managed to pull something off without dying. This time, Hiccup is his fact checker if the movie involves some type of engineering.

Horror: He's taking notes. Who let him watch one of these? There will be no stopping him now. He's determined to be even better than the scares he saw in the movie (according to him, they weren't scary and he thought each kill was funny). At least the next week is spent with everyone around him on edge because they don't know when there's going to be a pretend masked slasher coming for them. It's not even Halloween, but it is for them. Mala's not safe either. After Dagur puts a probably harmless snake in their bed, she makes him sleep on the sofa until he's out of his horror phase.

Every movie: Has a big container of some snack. Don't reach in without asking because he will bite off your hand not be happy. He's never on the edge seat because he wants to be able to hug people on both sides. He tries to not talk for the entire thing, but he will absolutely give the characters advice with Snotlout. Expect an in-depth discussion afterwards.

(Update) Decided to write this for whatever reason, so the first part is now on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net under "Movie Marathon" too.

[mary-sued]

I think I accidentally deleted a yandere!Dagur ask, so I’m just gonna post the answer again.

Dagur was, in a word, overbearing. When you had first met he was able to loom over you easily and he had a big personality to match. Freshly made chief, he was cocky to the point of being blatantly rude and you were happy to avoid him whenever possible. It worked for a while. You would turn when you saw him coming with your head low and he would saunter right past without a second glance. Months passed and you began to relax, not enough to not reflexively shrink in his presence, but enough that it didn’t put you on high alert.

It wasn’t as though you were expecting attention anyway, Dagur only seemed interested in hunting and drinking. You only witnessed half of this, as you serviced the Mead Hall most nights and more often than not he was seated triumphantly at the head of a table throwing back ale like it was water. It was these nights that you swore his gaze was on you, burning into the back of your skull, but every time you glanced up he was looking elsewhere. You blamed your paranoia.

The first time he approached you, you were gently coaxing an enthusiastic drunk’s hands away from your rear. It was a fairly common occurrence and you had learned with a quiet word and some redirection it was easy to handle any situation, but the man took one look at you and paled, slurring an apology. For a moment you were stunned, had he had a sober moment and realised what he was doing? The fantasy only lasted seconds before you felt warm breath puff against your ear in a quiet growl.

‘Anyone tries something like that again, you come to me.’ It wasn’t a suggestion, so you nodded and let out the breath you’d been holding when his presence left you.

From then on no one approached you at work. At first it was nice, you spent almost the whole night sitting in the kitchens unless your presence was requested by Dagur himself, but he only ever wanted you to fill his cup and leave. It was only as the tips you relied on began to dwindle that you made an effort to get your customers back. An open smile and some subtle flirting wormed you back into the good graces of any drunk man but before they could pass you a handful of coins and a bawdy comment Dagur would be there. The men would stand, stutter, and leave, along with your tip.

Finally you’d had enough.

‘This is your fault, y’know.’ You would never have dreamed of speaking to your Chief in such a manner before, but you could barely afford food anymore. ‘So you should fix it.’

‘Of course.’

‘It’s your job as- pardon?’ Arguments died on your tongue. You had expected the ‘deranged’ bit to come out when he was confronted, not this strange turn toward ‘agreeable’.

‘Your problem is payment, right? You don’t have enough money. That’s an easy problem to fix.’

‘Well,’ his smile was all teeth and your old anxieties resurfaced with a vengeance, ‘yes.’

‘We’ll simply make it so you don’t have to pay for anything.’

You snorted and didn’t see his smile twist into a scowl as you began to laugh. What a ridiculous notion! He waited as your laughter simmered down to muted giggles, disappearing entirely when you saw his face. ‘Oh, uh, really?’

‘You think I would lie to you?’ His expression was positively murderous and you backtracked frantically.

‘No! No, of course not Chief, I would- I would never. I just don’t see,’ you had to choose your words carefully, ‘how you could do that.’

Your immediate reassurance made him smile but when he laughed it was cold. ‘I’m the Chief, I can do anything I want. Besides, no one would dare charge the Chief’s wife for something as paltry as food.’