Dagur

*He suddenly stops laughing, his voice dropping to a low, cold tone.* Oh, I'll get out. And the first thing I'll do is pay a visit to your precious Wrath.

(couldn't hear you already far away still laughing)

*He lets out a guttural roar, kicking the bars of his cell. His face is a mask of pure fury as he watches her disappear, already dreaming of the day he can get his revenge.*

*He flinches violently at the sound of claws on stone, pressing himself flat against the wall.* A silent prayer escapes his lips. *Just... just stay asleep, you fire-breathing boulder.*

*Wrath's head suddenly lolls to the side, one massive eye opening directly toward Dagur's cell*(it's unbelievable how someone like me especially with my age and height and background can tame a blood fury one of the most dangerous dragons in the entire world in existence yet here is a little girl being it's rider)

*His breath hitches. The eye is a pool of molten crimson, staring right at him. He freezes, not daring to even blink. His earlier threats feel utterly, foolishly childish now.*