Hello everyone! Just a heads up I think I'm gonna make Y/n a switch for now unless a majority want to change that I'll change it no problem! If you don't know what a switch is its basically bottom and top fused together. No there will be none of that in this but there will be in the future.
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It was a snowy day on Berk. The harsh wind whipped against Y/n's face and the specks of snow melted on his skin. It wasn't any better that he was running at this particular moment but he was I a state of panic.
Why?
Well Dagur had sent him a peculiar gift, an axe with the word Kærasti engraved onto it, Y/n wouldn't have been so worried if it was just that but upon further inspection there was a skrill made of silver onto the handel with a pretty purple jewel as an eye.
This would have cost Dagur a lot.
And gods it was beautiful too, Y/n would've been overjoyed had he been an ignorant fool.
No. 1 Y/n had failed to prepare a gift for Dagur that held such a sentiment.
No. 2 They weren't technically courting one another.
And finally No.3 his family had no idea that there was even a chance that they'd be together.
No, Y/n the bloodthirsty was an absolute coward in the face of his father and the judgment of his younger brother.
He wanted to be a son his dad could be proud of. A son that Spitelout could boast about freely and no one would be able to negate any achievements with a negative comment.
He wanted to be and older brother who Snotlout could look up to. A brother he could turn to when in need.
Not a boy who couldn't even keep his hands to himself at the first sight of a muscular, obsessive and weirdly romantic lad who happens to be around his age.
No. It would be absolutely embarrassing.
However Y/n was not an ignorant fool, sure a bit awkward but he was a prepared, organised and a very good analyser.
He knew what Dagur liked, from his favourite food to his favourite weapon and currently his favourite was an axe but he couldn't just send him an axe when Dagur had sent him an axe.
Y/n had taken craftsmanship lessons with Gobber when he was younger to help support Hiccup so he knew how to make weapons and other objects. This mixed with the adrenaline that made him more efficient and fast which was perfect.
He arrived to the forge and began to usher out Astrid and Hiccup.
"Hello! Y/n, would you like to try some delicious yaknog? It's happiness in drink form!"
Y/n looked at the plate of cups that seemed to contain vomit. "Astrid, I knew you were brash and emotion based but please try to be less obvious when trying to poison me."
Astrid's face turned red but before she could attack Y/n, he had pushed both her and Hiccup out of the forge, slamming the doors behind them.
Y/n, now alone, got to work.
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Sweat rolled down Y/n face as held up his work in his hands, proud.
Two silver, twin daggers. On each handle there was a ring mended into it and the handle was wrapped in yak wool cloth to make sure that it was not only comfortable but that it also had a good grip.
He had reinforced and sharpened the blades and the metal glinted with the light of the cooling embers. The daggers were also barbed to make sure that the victim would receive as much pain and injury as possible.
Y/n had began to wrap up his gift when a loud boom sounded from outside, followed by another and another.
Panicked yells of villagers and angry shouts began throughout the village.
Y/n ran out of the forge, shivering slightly at the drastic change in temperature, to see the chaotic state his home was in. Several of the huts were on fire and other structures were collapsed. How could this happen in such a short time?
We're they under attack? With this new fear in mind Y/n ran back home, readjusting his grip on the daggers. He had to get his weapons, any would do, just not Dagur's axe or gift.
"Son! Where have you been!? You just up and left after you went back upstairs?"
"That's doesn't matter! What's happening? Are we under attack!?"
Spitelout let out a chuckle causing Y/n to be completed confused. His mind was still thinking through all the possibilities.
"That Hofferson lass is responsible. If you want you can lop her head off with that pretty new axe you got."
'By the gods what does he mean? I hid it. I definitely hid it.'
"So when were you planning on telling me that you were with that deranged Dagur kid? Mmm."
Y/n stayed silent. He couldn't believe this.
"What? Why would you think that!?"
Spitelout stood up from the chair and walked closer to Y/n. Looking down at him he answered. "You're very bad at hiding things from me. You couldn't keep something from me unless you were on the opposite side of the archipelago."
Y/n sighed, conceding to his father's accusations.
"Ok, yes, Dagur and I have a relationship that is closer than a relationship between friends."
Spitelout jumped from the chair, bringing his son into a bone-crushing hug, laughing as he spun around with a very confused Y/n in his arms.
"Sure I'm a little disappointed that I had to snoop around to find out my son is with a not-so-sane lad but at least he's strong? How long have you two been courting one another, ey?"
Before Y/n could answer though a loud thump resonated throughout the village as if something large had just collapsed against Berk. Followed by cheers and dragon roars.
"We should really check that out."
"Right you are boyo! Right after we send of your little present to Dagur. Am I wrong to assume that those are for him? Mm." Spitelout cocked an eyebrow in a knowing look, as if he dared his already flustered son to say he was wrong.
Y/n shook his head, his face turning a shade of red from embarrassment. His father would never let this go.
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It was snowjng heavily. The merciless wrath of winter had overtaken the village leading to the inhabitants to hide away in their homes. Most sat by their fireplaces greedily basking in the warmth of the fire.
But in one particular hut, bigger than the rest housed two, a father and son.
The son, a muscular broad shouldered boy with long beautiful red hair which laid surprisingly neatly against his back, sat by the fire dejected and tense.
The father walked into the heart of the hut a neatly wrapped box in one of his large hands.
"Dagur, something arrived for you. Its from Berk."
In a flash the neatly wrapped box was snatched out of Oswald's hands.
"You didn't open it did you? Its mine! Mine! It must be from my Kærasti! He really does care!"
'He didn't forget about me!'
"No, son. I -"
Dagur had already shut the door to his room the slam cutting off his father mid-sentece. Yelling a "thanks!" before the door had fully closed.
At least he had said thank you?
Now in his room, Dagur opened the box with excessive care. Eyes seemingly glowing with anticipation and excitement. Laying his stomach against the wools of his bed, he carefully took out the weapons.
A small gasp of amazement escaped him.
'I love him so much! And they're daggers! Like Dagur!'
"Who knew my Kærasti was such a jokster? Well I did of course!"
He then began to weigh one of the daggers in his hand, his eyes mesmerised with the detail of the blade, which were sharp and shiny with a little pattern engraved by the base. He felt the handle, nice and comfortable against his coarse hands and the cloth which allowed him to get a better grip.
A soft smile came across his face, soft eyes and relaxed body. Finally at peace and full of joy. He felt the uncomfortable lump of anxiety in his stomach die down. Stabbed away by the love put in the gift.
His Kærasti had such an affect on him.
He cuddled against the daggers, slowly lulling off into a deep sleep, ignoring the note at the bottom of the box.