Dagur didn't care much for the visiting chiefs. He cared even less that they were boring him by talking too much. Rae had rescued him from a near meltdown by taking over the discussion in his stead. She brushed a hand against his bare chest under the cloak they were both sharing and spoke with a stern, yet playful tone. Dagur had almost forgotten that underneath they were both hardly wearing anything, a trait it seemed he had taken up from her and her tribe's culture. He laughed inwardly wondering just how many of the chiefs present had figured it out yet, but then his face dropped almost as soon as it had brightened. He just wanted to be alone again, alone with Rae. No annoying visitors, no noise of their voices, just the sound of her breathing and the wind outside. He grimaced and counted the moments until they left. He swore if they made him wait any longer he would throw things at their heads.

Just a bit of DagRae I did last night.

Rae and art © Me
HTTYD and Dagur © Cressida and Dreamworks