Dagur the deranged

Part 1

The feeling of the wind flowing across your skin and your hair flowing and swaying in the breeze. Nothing else could make me more calm. The sun had just risen and the sky was lit by a orange and pink hue. The clouds looked like batches of wool floating. My dragon beneath me was the same. She could only be calm up in the skies.

We had woken up extra early just to fly into the sunrise. Unfortunately, when I was getting ready to take off Snotlout decided to come to me to complain on why I will not join him for one simple date. And my answer was the same it always has been and will be. I am not meant to be tied down, I belong to the skies. And like usual he was not pleased with my answer. Before, he could refute further my Deadly Nadder and I took of without a second glance. I could hear his furious yells and I snickered.

As I flew towards the sun it was so warm and inviting but behind me was cold. I looked behind me. The moon was still high in the sky and the village had a dark hue of night left upon it. The sight was not as inviting but still had beauty in some aspects. I had lived in that dreary Village since I was an infant. Ever since we made peace with the dragons the village has been more lively but it was still not enough to help soothe my hunger for more boisterous living. Things also changed when Hiccup and the others decided to set up their base at Dragon's Edge. Today they were grabbing supplies and saying their last farewells. The Village will be too interested in the leaving of the group of youngsters to have anything interesting happen. To be honest, I have my eyes set on Hiccup but I know that with Astrid by his side my chance for his heart will only decrease even further. Hiccup did offer me a place among their team but I refused. Being near him would only bring me more grief of my fading heart. I know that by going with them it would probably soothe my hunger for adventure, danger, and almost impossible tasks but I feel I would only get in the way or I would get fed up of their rules and go off on my own.

As my thoughts continue to pick at the what ifs I soon realize that we are far from land and I have no clue where we are. I reach in my pocket for my compass but to my dismay I had left it at the village. I'm beginning to panic which is not a common thing at all. My eyes search everywhere for even the smallest clue that could tell me how far from home I am or possibly where I am. After what seemed like forever and the sun was beginning to set I see a small island. I steer my dragon towards the island. As we draw closer I see a ship docked on the beach. The flag colors are currently unrecognizable but as we get closer I see the horrifying image of a skrill on the main sail. I move my dragon low to the water and circle the island. The Berserkers seem to be camped on the beach close to the shoreline. I fly towards the back of the island. I land my dragon and give her my hand signal to remain quiet and stay until called for. From the saddlebags I pull out my black cloak and pull up the hood to hide my identity. I make my way through the trees and shrubbery, stepping lightly to make as little sound as possible. The forest was too quiet. Nothing was making a sound other than my feet gently landing on the mossy ground. Luckily, with the forest floor consisting mostly of moss made my attempt at sneaking up much easier. There are no signs of life not even a small mouse. The silence makes me extremely uncomfortable so with the current lack of noise my nerves and senses are on edge. I keep my eyes searching. I was not going to have a Berserker capture me. There was also no telling what they would do to me if they miraculously found out I was a woman. From various rumours it is said that they treat their women like livestock and they will often sell or trade women. It is not uncommon for a Berserker to have more than one woman. There has even been some cases where a man at the young age of 15 would have up to five women.

From the corner of my eye I see movement from behind a tree. I move my hand to my thigh where I have holstered a very sharp and very large knife. Swords or maces are nice but I prefer knives. They are easy to manipulate, they are light, and my 100% knife throwing accuracy. I hold the knife loosely in my hand and keep my eyes and ears alert. I see movement once again. I throw the knife but as quickly as it appeared it left. Before I can reach for another knife a strong hand grabs my arm and yanks it behind my back. The attacker yanks me close and holding my arm across my chest. With their free hand they cover my mouth. I thrash around to get free but their grip tightens around my arms. They kick my feet from underneath me. I collapse on the soft mossy grass. They sit on top of my thighs, hold my arms to my chest, and their hand on my mouth. From here, I can see their silhouette. My attacker is very muscular and his hair is very unkept and is sticking up in some places. The sun is no longer out and the moon and stars have taken their place in the sky. From the moon light I can see very little of his face. He has green eyes that have a look of something indescribable it is almost a crazy look but there's more to it. He leans down and the smell of bad B.O. was so strong it made me gag. The smell was almost as bad as Snotlout's yak milk and egg cologne. He whispers in my ear, "Who sent you? Was it Hiccup? I bet it was, wasn't it? Hahaha. This. Is. Great! I can see you as bait to lure him here."

I look at him funny. His voice sounds so familiar. And how does he know Hiccup? He takes his hand off my mouth. He looks down at me, "Speak."

I stayed silent. I think it over, there is one thing I want to ask but I still do not know if he knows I am a woman or not. It would be better to stay silent. I looked up at him and he looks very displeased, "I told you to speak, Wench!"

Crap. He does know I am a woman. I soon realized my chest is no binded. With the shirt I am wearing it accentuates the shape of my breasts. I look back up at him with a worried look. I am afraid of what he will do to me. I have never really felt fear until now. I have always down this death defying stunts but this has me terrified. "I am not working for Hiccup. I lost my way and came across this island while trying to return home."

He looks down at me and studies my face. His eyes meander down towards my chest. His gaze feels disgusting against my skin. With his free hand he reaches behind him. He pulls out a long string of leather and a piece of cloth. He shoves the cloth in my mouth and ties the leather around my wrists. "You my dear, will catch quite a hefty price with a figure like yours."

He smiles devilishly and looks around. He drags me towards a near by tree and grabs some rope from behind him and ties my hands above my head and against the tree. Tears begin to fill my eyes and I pray that Hiccup will come to rescue me. My prayers come back unanswered and I break in sobbing. My attacker returns from behind the tree and looks at me, "Oh, quit your crying. What are you? Five?"

He kneels down in front of me and starts taking off my boots and socks. He then starts pulling off my trousers. "Now, lovely, I'm going to check the merchandise. Let's see."

He pulls off my trousers and the bare skin on my legs are fully exposed. "Look at those curly locks and the treasure withheld in those mounds. And you have such lovely skin."

The touch from his calloused hands makes my loins burn with a fury I have no felt in a long time since Hiccup and I shared that night in the cove where he first found Toothless (I will most likely make a story on this). Being felt by my attacker is gross enough to make me puke but the feeling of a man touching me feels heavenly. He leans down and kisses my inner thigh. I let out a meek sound of surprise. He looks up at me. "What was that, dear?"

He laughs. He brings up his hand and caresses my inner thigh. His hand move closer and closer to my loins. He uses the tips of his fingers and it tickles but it feels so good. My nipples begin to pucker and the heat in my loins grows hotter. He lifts up my shirt and kisses up my abdomen to the base of my breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth and begins to suckle. With his other hand he takes my breast and teases my nipple with his thumb. After a few moments he backs away and smiles. Between my thighs twitches as I yearn for what is beneath his trousers. It is either from the heat of the moment or the hormones but I want him to take me. No. I need it, badly. My mind begins to get cloudy. He places a finger between the folds of my loins and slides it into my entrance. He pulls out his finger and it is very wet. "Well this is a good sign," he smiles, "looks like I found myself a good piece of merchandise. I better inspect the rest of it."

He begins to undo his trousers. The bulge emanating from it makes it look like the seam may burst at any moment. He pulls out his large, hot member and I am in awe. He spreads my legs apart and positions himself at my entrance. He looks at me with a crooked grin. He pushes the tip in slowly and...

And.... Onto part two!