Author's Note: Yes, I know. Another story that popped into my head that just wouldn't leave. I am a huge fan of the God of War games, and I thought it would be interesting to see what would happen when Hiccup and Toothless meet a warrior more ferocious than any Viking on Berk.
This story will be taking place after the Poseidon battle in God of War 3, right when Kratos is confronting Zeus. If you want to see it in movie form, go to You Tube and watch the game cut scenes.
Chapter 1: After the battle
"The hands of death could not defeat me... the sisters of fate could not hold me... and you will live to see the end of this day!" Kratos brandished the blades of Athena. "I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!"
"Petulant child! I will tolerate your insolence NO MORE!"
With that, the King of Olympus leapt high into the air, lightning crackling in the clouds while Kratos watched in anger. The mother of the Titans, Gaia, looked on, determined to carry out her main goal: killing Zeus.
The clouds shifted in the sky, moving down with the tip that was slowly descending towards the statue of Zeus. Out of the tip, came the king of Olympus, who had one hand raised that gathered electricity from the forces of nature under his control. He landed on the statue's head, before cutting of the siphoning of energy and holding a very powerful bolt of lighting that crackled with lethal intent.
Gaia had raised her hand and was bringing it forward to grab Zeus, but the god simply raised the bolt over his head and threw it at his son with a grunt of effort.
Both Kratos and Gaia were blown back by the giant explosion that resulted when it hit the ground, destroying the platform that the former god of war was standing on and damaging Gaia's arm in the process. The Titan screamed in shock and pain while Kratos was sent careening towards the bottom of Olympus.
"Hold Toothless." Hiccup said quickly, holding his breath in order to be as quiet as possible. Toothless, did the same, turning his ears to concentrate on the signal needed for them to pull their trick off. That had one chance at this, and if they missed it by even a second, then Hiccup's tribe and the dragons' fate would be doomed.
Hiccup's eyes snapped open at the hissing sound of gas of the Red Death's incoming fire.
"NOW!" he shouted. At his rider's shout, the Night Fury turned around and shot a bolt of blue fire into the Red Death's mouth, erupting the gas prematurely and causing the humongous dragon to roar in intense pain as her throat burned from the fire in her.
The dragon queen's eyes widened when she saw the ground, realizing that at her current speed, she would crash into it with enough force to injure or even kill her.
The dragon raised her wings to slow her landing, but years of disuse combined with the damage done by the human brat and the traitorous Night Fury rendered them as fragile as paper. They tore from the immense pressure of the wind, rendering her only hope of surviving the fall useless. She roared in fear and despair, not even noticing as the duo pulled back and went pass her falling bulk. The last thing she ever saw just before her skull smashed against the island was a flash of golden light. Then everything went black for her.
Meanwhile, with Toothless and Hiccup, the duo were trying to outfly the fire of the Red Death's explosion, yet at the most pivotal moment, the tail-fin burned away, leaving the two helpless as the tail came down towards them.
"No... NO!" Hiccup managed to yell just before the tail hit them. The Viking was knocked unconscious and fell off the disoriented dragon, who flapped his wings in a desperate attempt to reach his falling rider. With one last thrust of his wings, the Night Fury pushed past the air and rushed to his human friend, opening his wings wide enough to envelop him just as the flames surrounded them both.
Just before Toothless passed out, he felt a warm, tingling feeling surround his body just before a flash of yellow light obscured his vision. Then everything went black.
(A little while later...)
"Hiccup!" Stoic shouted, running into the ash-ridden area near the Queen dragon's corpse and searching desperately for his son. "Hiccup!" He shouted again, turning his head left and right for any sign of the boy or his dragon.
"Stoic!" came Gobber's voice. The Viking chief turned his head to look at his life-long friend, who stared back at him with a sad expression on his face while holding something in his hands. Stoic slowly walked closer, eyes kept steadfastly on the object while his whole body trembled.
He had only managed to take a few more steps before collapsing to his knees, sobbing loudly as Gobber silently cried as well, holding the burnt leather saddle and the barely recognizable pair of blackened clothing.
"My s-son..." Stoic manage to say through his sobs, reaching out and grabbing the burnt brown leather vest that his son always wore. He buried his face in the article of clothing. "I-I'm sorry..."
"Gaia! I can hold on no longer!" yelled Kratos, desperately trying to keep a grip on the Titan, but losing to the forces of gravity.
"If I help you, we will both fall! Even now, Zeus gains!" Gaia responded, using her arm to reach up and grab the side of the mountain. Her left arm was almost severed, revealing the green flesh-like tendrils underneath the tree-bark skin she had. The movement of her body caused Kratos to lose grip once again, making him resort to pulling out the Blade of Olympus and pushing it into Gaia's back.
"The destruction of Zeus...is why you saved me from death!" He shouted, sliding down the Titan's back with the sword.
"I saved you to serve the Titans!" Gaia corrected, desperately attempted to keep her grip on the mountain despite her broken arm.
"DO NOT DENY ME MY REVENGE!" the former god of war shouted angrily.
The Titan's expression became annoyed. Finally managing to get a handle on the mountain, she pulled herself upwards just before she answered. "Listen carefully Kratos... you were a simple pawn, nothing more! Zeus is no longer your concern! This is our war, not yours!"
With that, the Titan punctuated the end of her sentence by slamming her hand down on the mountain. The resulting earthquake made the Blade of Olympus dislodge itself from her body, as well as Kratos.
"GAIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The Spartan shouted helplessly as he fell deep into the abyss that was the Underworld.
Gaia continued to climb, but then the clouds up in the sky caught her attention, making her pause. She took on a defensive stance, thinking Zeus was readying another attack. The clouds crackled with electricity, becoming wild and uncontrollable. Then, to Gaia's confusion and surprise, a ball of lightning fell out of the sky and flew past her, down to the bottom of the abyss where Kratos had gone.
The Titan watched the spot where the strange ball had disappeared, but then pushed her curiosity away and continued to climb.
"I have lived...as a warrior..."
I have died...as a god..."
"Having suffered the ultimate sacrifice...I have been denied release..."
"I..."
"I will defeat Olympus."
"I will have MY REVENGE!"
"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! OOF!"
Kratos yelled just before landing in the River Styx. He'd manage to survive the fall by landing in the water, only getting a couple of bruises and one broken arm. With exhaustion and pain overtaking his body, the Spartan knew that he had to make it to dry land. He began to swim through the water, but was attacked by the squid demons that resided within the river. He pushed through the pain and fought them off, but every attempt of fighting only bought him a few more seconds of time before he was again overcome by the monsters.
Kratos finally made it to a stone ramp that led out of the water. Limping and holding his broken arm, the ghost of Sparta slowly made his way up into the Realm of Hades.
He walked a few more paces on the platform he was now standing on, before stopping and taking a deep breath.
"We...are not finished Zeus. The realms of Hades...have never held me!" Kratos yelled out at the sky. He glared angrily at the path in front of him.
"Death cannot hold those with purpose, Spartan." came an almost angelic tone. Kratos looked around in surprise at the familiar voice, then turned around to face the green ghostly image of Athena.
"Athena..." He breathed.
The dead goddess of wisdom smirked at Kratos, then went back her original neutral expression. "I have missed you, Spartan." She said, her words sounding like they were passing through water. The warrior stared back, speechless at how the female could still be alive. After all, he had killed her earlier that day, so that she was talking to him here was very jarring.
"I-I don't-" he stammered.
"My sacrifice to save Zeus has brought me to a higher existence." The ghost explained. Kratos simply stared.
"You still seem to be an Olympian." He noted suspiciously.
Athena smiled. "Appearances can be deceiving-"
The Spartan creased his brow. "So can the children of Olympus!" He declared, turning his back on the god, distrust and malice dripping in his sentence.
"Perhaps." Athena said, reaching an arm out to Kratos's shoulder. "But remember, my death came by your blade."
The Spartan threw off her hand and turned around to face her. "My blade...was meant for Zeus." he stated irritably. Athena waved her arm dismissively.
"Kratos, as we speak, the war between the Titans and gods continues, and mankind suffers." The goddess pointed her hand at the various falling humans around them, all screaming in horror as their bodies fell into the underworld. The spartan regarded them for a second before sneering.
"Let them suffer. The death of Zeus is all that matters." He said coldly.
Athena sighed, not at all surprised by the warrior's reaction. "Zeus will not fall as easily as Ares. To destroy the king of the Gods, you must attack that which gives him his strength." The ghost curled her hand into a fist as she floated in front of Kratos.
"The Flame of Olympus."
Kratos looked at Athena, confused.
"You once gave your life to save Zeus, and now you seek to destroy him?" he wondered out loud, glaring at Athena while crossing his arms. "What has brought about this change?" he asked suspiciously.
To Kratos's shock, Athena floated closer, hand reaching towards his chest. Before he could react, the goddess's hand actually went through his chest, without any pain or sign that it was there.
"I see truths where I did not before." Athena said as she grabbed ahold of the damaged Blades of Chaos. Due to Kratos's earlier fight with the souls in the river, they had deteriorated to the point of uselessness, nothing more than rusted and brittle blades. The goddess floated through the Spartan, who examined his chest to make sure he was alright. Once he was satisfied, the warrior turned around and watched as Athena engulfed the blades in green fire with a wave of her hand.
"Perhaps these will earn back your trust."
The fire Athena had conjured slowly dissipated and left two undamaged yet different-looking pair of blades in its place.
"These are the Blades of Exile, Kratos." she explained. The weapons glowed a bright orange, gleaming in the light of the underworld sun. "They will help you in your quest to kill Zeus." Tossing them to the Spartan, he looked them over, finding them not too different from the weapons he had earlier.
"What is this?" Athena asked out loud, turning her head to the side where the River Styx was. Kratos followed her gaze to the river, taking up both blades in hand and getting into a battle stance, gritting his teeth while crouching. However, his rage-filled countenance slowly turned into one of confusion when he saw a bright orb of light coming down. It let several sparks of lightning, coming down with the speed of a falling boulder.
"Move Spartan!" Athena shouted, disappearing from sight right before the orb crashed into the platform upon which they were standing. Kratos was thrown back by the force of the resulting explosion, his sight blinded by the yellow light. He landed on his back, grunting once before flipping over and getting back on his feet. Getting back into a battle stance, Kratos pulled the blades from his back and waited for an assault.
Once the light cleared however, the Spartan's eyes widened at the sight before him.
"By Athena...what trickery is this?"
The sight that lay before the ghost of Sparta was one that he'd never seen: In the middle of the small crater where the orb of lightning had landed, there lay a black lizard-like demon. Normally, Kratos would have taken the opportunity to kill potential threats, but that wasn't what stilled his blade.
What stopped him was the child the lay in front of the beast's chest.