All we needed
Chapter 1
"Chain him up! We must make sure that he never escapes!" ordered a man in silver armor and an eye patch.
"Father I feel privileged, to think that the great Odin himself feels threatened by my existence" spoke a man in bloody armor as he was being dragged by two men.
"Loki my son, your very existence endangers not only the life's of your fellow gods but everything that lives. I took you in, raised you and I feel that it is much my own fault as is yours. That is the very reason that I have decided not to kill you" said Odin in a voice full of authority but with a hint of compassion.
"It is funny how you speak of family when you took mine away" yelled Loki with downcast eyes. Loki looks to his left to see a man with golden hair reaching just bellow his neck and a hammer in his right hand. "Thor. You brother, I knew you were many things but a traitor was not one of them."
"Loki … brother those abominations could never be accepted. They are not of our kind. They will eventually lead to destruction" Thor said with his most concerned voice. Although his face remained clear of emotions his insides felt like they were being crushed from all the guilt of seeing his brother in such a sorry state.
"I guess that is the same reason that I am in this situation, isn't it. No matter how close we were, I guess that all you ever saw… all anybody saw was how I was different" Loki said in a voice laced with bitterness.
"…"
"Don't worry I knew that this would eventually happen. I knew that sooner or later you would all betray me. That's why I left a little parting gift. In Midgard I left a little creation of mine. This beast was made with the sole reason to speed up the date of Ragnarok. Don't bother looking for it, I made it so that it is untouchable by any god" shouted the trickster god.
All stood frozen trying to understand this new piece of information. It was Odin that was the first to snap out of it as he yelled "Take him away!"
All the gods we around a table, some shouting their opinions while some tried to think of a way off this new predicament. They had been like this for countless days with little progress made.
It was then that Odin, chief of the gods, finally came to a conclusion. He slammed his fist on the table silencing everyone. He stood up to his full height and spoke with a voice full of amusement to the hall of warriors, "It has been nine days and I have finally found a solution. It is true that Loki has made this beast so that it cannot be slain by godly hands but what of mortal hands." There was suddenly a lot of murmuring going on all around the table.
"Silence! If a god cannot hurt the beast then it can only be a mortal. This task of course is too important to leave in the hands of an ordinary man. No, we shall assist them by giving them some of our own powers."
"But father what if this mortal ever decides to turn against us."
"Thor my boy, just because he will have godly powers does not make him immortal. No, we shall choose a champion but his powers will remain sealed until we feel it is time. His power will be passed on to his offspring should he perish before he may battle the beast."
There were still some disbeliefs of whether it would actually work.
"He will be endowed with our power and be a warrior that has the best of all our abilities. He will be made by the best warriors in all of the nine worlds! WE ARE THE BEST!" this caused an uproar of cheers all around the room. Any doubt was immediately forgotten.
They all began to huddle up together and in the center of the room lay a black crystal orb. One by one they reached for it and as they held it in their hands it began to glow a white light as they started to deposit some of their power. By the time that all the gods had touched it, the once black orb was now shining with a light so bright that most had to shield their eyes.
Odin had it in his hands as he was the last to touch it and shouted "We have nothing to fear! This is the light of salvation that will rid the world of that blasted beast! This is HOPE!" With that he threw the glowing sphere to Midgard knowing that it would choose it's owner.
300 years later
It was late in the year and the cold was unbearable, any fool to venture out of the safety of their home was guaranteed frostbite. It was because of this that nobody dared to visit the house of the chief at the top of the hill, so it only made sense that nobody outside of the four people where there to see as a newborn began to cry at the top of its longs. The baby had red hair that seemed to mimic the flames of the indoor fireplace and had emerald green eyes far more stunning than any jewel ever made. When he first open his eyes you could tell that there was intelligence that surpassed that of a newborn. But the thing that stood out the most was a birthmark on his right shoulder that resembled a dragon trying to chase its tail in a circle. It looked almost identical to the Strike class in the Book of Dragons. All in the room thought of it as a sign of greatness. He was being held close to the fire to be examined more clearely.
"Your name shall be Hiccup."
To be continued …