Hey everyone! Thanks for clicking on this story! But before i get to the story i would like to thank Chulov for allowing me to build off of his/her story but it wont get to that until later. I would also like to tell everyone that this story isnt a story for you to look at lemon or anything, this is a love/adventure story so anyone looking for a way to get off, plz press the back button. But other than that, plz enjoy!
Disclaimer:I own no characters but the ones i made up.
Ragnarok: The New Threat
Prologue
"Ugh…I hate me job…." mumbled Grom. This had to be the fifteenth time he said it this week. "I mean honestly," he thought, "I'm a Viking not a fish herder!". Ever since the big dragon was slain over 5 years ago there hasn't been any action for the Vikings of Berk. Since the need for fighters has gone down the need for fishers, dragon trainers, and lumberjacks have gone up exponentially. So that's what Grom was stuck doing…fishing.
It was early dawn where his boat was out at sea, the morning fog was rolling in in its normally creepy way, the water was at its normal level state, and the sun was only known to be there because there was light. "As normal…yippee." he said sarcastically. "GROM!" yelled a extremely loud voice. It was his Capitan, Yormik. He flinched a little in suprise but not enough for anyone to notice. he turned "Yes capitan?" Grom said. "Your not getting your rations by sittin' around doin nothin! Now get your net out there and catch some fish!" "yes oh capitan, my capitan." he said jokingly. Yormik would have chewed him out for being so sarcastic but he didnt feel like dealing with abunch of crap this morning, so he let it slide.
Grom grabed the net at his feet and turned towards the ocean again. "hm! what am I throwin at? I cant see but 20 feet out with all this damned fog!" thought Grom. he was right, the fog was getting very dense. There has been times when him and the crew would think that they wouldnt be able to find there way back to Berk. But that excuse not to go fishing was thrown out the window when all boats where given a terrible terror to guide there way back to harbor.
He shrugged off his thoughts because he didnt want to have to deal with Yormiks yelling anymore. "well" he though, "another exciting day of the mighty viking" he was just about to throw out his net when he spotted something out in the fog. "hm? whats that?" he tried to get a better look by leaning in abit more but it only looked like a dark grey splotch with all the fog around.
Caught off gaurd Yormik took him by his hair and yanked him back, "WHAT THE HELLHEIM DO YOU THINK YOUR DOIN! I TOLD YOU TO FISH, NOT STARE AT THE WATER AN-" Grom cut him off. "But sir look! Somethings out there!" Yormik, still holding Grom by his hair, looked out and saw the dark grey splotch. "oh so thats what your all hyped up about? something just floating out at sea? its probablyjust a clump of seaweed or-" he was cut off again. "Captain! Its not something, its someone!" yelled another crew member. "What?" He looked out again to see that the item was getting closer. He gassped when he saw it was a someone who was on a peice of wood. "Turn us around! Get to that person!"
As they hoisted the man off the peice of wood and on the boat, they saw he was no man, but just a boy that couldnt be to far off from 16 or so. He was also very cut up and unconscious. "Get us back to Berk. This boy needs medical attention!" Yelled Yormik.
Not alot of information in this chapter, just a brief prolouge of whats to come so i dont expect reviews out the Yin-Yang...yet. But stay tuned, the best is yet to come!
