Dagur hated nicknames.

He would give them mainly to snotlout– or as dagur likes to call the egotistical jorgensen boy ‘snothat’ sometimes ‘snotface’ and the list goes on but odin forbid anyone even try to give him a nickname as last time snotlout attempted to call him ‘dagster’ dagur almost threw him off a cliff and yet snotlout in famous jorgensen pride never truly stopped threat after threat and physical warning each failed to really drill into snotlout’s brain especially when he heard and saw you call dagur an insult for a nickname which dagur seemed grumpy about but never did anything which is how you find yourself once again being visited by dagur the deranged himself snotlout brainstorming ideas of nicknames as your fellow dragonrider has an odd obsession perhaps an admiration with the berserker chief and gaining his approval or friendship in some way all while dagur seems to tolerate everyone snotlout had a special bickering relation with the deranged man

“Dragon riders, snotboy.” dagur announces himself, his toned and tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest as he enters the main club house of dragons edge his dragon the triple strike following closely behind the slight clicking of the dragons tail heard faintly as dagur’s bright green eyes always full of a certain determination or mischief alongside that hint of madness he will never truly be rid of scan the room before they set upon you and the others planning another attack on some rouge dragon hunters terrorising deadly nadders in the north area of the archipelago with a tilt of his head dagur approaches leaning over your shoulder slightly to have a better idea and look on what's happening