Forgiveness~ Httyd Dagur x reader (Sequel to Betrothed~)

HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT ITS BEEN 10 MONTHS AND IN ALL THAT DAMN TIME I EDITED THIS CHAPTER LITERALLY ONCE AND MY LIFE SPIRALLED OUT OF CONTROL!!!

Where has your beloved author been these months you ask?

Long story short I got a job, quit said job; applied to universities, got interviews from those universities, and fell out with a long time friend of mine because she got jealous over the possibility of me getting with a boy, and now she is together with said boy. Woo woo!!!

I also felt like, really bad for the people that still have feels for Dagur and stuff, so I got inspired again to write more chapters and FINALLY. FINISH. THIS DAMN. STORY!

Anyway, useless intro out of the way! ON WITH THE CHAPTER ERRYONE GET HYPE COS YOU'RE GIVING BIRTH FAM!!

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After a successful attempt at finding common ground in diplomatic relations between the Berserkers and Defenders of the Wing, you had all discovered that there was a lens on an Armour wing dragon's back. 

You were currently going on 9 months pregnant, so it wasn't the best idea for you to be going on the hunt for the lens; so you stayed on Berserker island with Heather, who had stayed with you instead of going on one of her occasional journeys to Vanaheim. Aside from Dagur and possibly Astrid, she was the most protective guardian of the child so far and it hadn't even been born yet! You felt safe however, knowing that despite how deranged or slightly unstable your Berserker family was, they would always fight their hardest to protect you, and the soon-to-be newest member of their tribe. 

While you were in your chiefly home, sorting through trading accounts and what not - blissfully unaware of what was about to occur - Dagur was out searching for the armour wing, who'd gone in your place, and was panicking like crazy. 

"What if she goes into labour while I'm gone? What if Krogan and Johann attack during the labour and I lose them both?! WHAT IF--"

 "Dagur!!" Hiccup shouted, gripping his shoulders tightly, making the anxious Berserker flinch and look at him with wide eyes. 

"(y/n) will be fine. She has Heather and the entire Berserker fleat to protect her and the baby. Not to mention Taran and WindShear being there anyway. Besides, I don't think we'll be seeing the baby for at least another few weeks.." 

**Meanwhile**

You were sat with Heather, reading through the lists of produce that the new traders were bringing you, everything seemed calm and peaceful. A nice change to what usually would be happening about now.

'Oh yeah..' you thought, 'I'm not in the front line for battle anymore..' you smiled softly, patting your large stomach softly, before you felt a pain sear through your lower torso and liquid rush onto your seat. That certainly hadn't happened before. 

Your mouth opened in shock as you gripped your stomach, making Heather launch up from her chair. "(y/n)? What's wrong!?" She shrieked as you began taking deep breaths and laughing nervously. 

"The baby wants out!" 

She was stood there for a split second before helping you out of your chair and running towards the village healer's tent. 

"Send a terror mail to the chief right now!! The baby is on it's way!!" 

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Hiccup and the rest of the little Armour Wing hunting squad were currently hidden in a bush as the dragon they were searching for appeared. 

As it landed, its large eyes set immediately on the large pile of metals in the clearing. It took a sniff at them, before picking up a sword, placing it on its back and melding it to its thick metallic armour full of uneven edges and parts of previously stolen features.