Chapter one: a simple dream...
Hello everyone. Well, this is weird, never made a disclaimer before. So I'm Mycan. An odd name I know, but I like it, so there. A few warnings before you read this. This is my first ever story, so forgive me if it is horrible. The other one is that the oc in this is a bit odd. Nice word odd. Anyway, if you think there is any way that I could improve, and I have a feeling you will, do say. But nicely please, I'm not fond of flamers. Oh before I forget, 'How to train your dragon' doesn't belong to me. Unfortunately.
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He could not believe what stood in front of him. An ancient thing whose very name would shake the bravest man to his knees, and Michael could not help but feel like that it was watching him. That single eyes somehow held a power over him, admiration he supposed. Yet the idol was made of mere wood, a statue that never had, or will, life. It did make him laugh though. A Norse idol, Odin, if he remembered correctly, was making him feel like it was alive.
Such a silly thought. "Something that does not live cannot create fear." The devil might cause fear, but not create it. The museum had enough statues to cause a fully grown man scream, if he was alone at night. But that was because he didn't know what could happen to him. The Norse section had every god, and not all of them were pretty. "But that doesn't mean that it can't help the flames burn." He blinked at that. A broad man stood next to him, a body akin to a Viking. But that didn't interest him; the man's eyes did.
His eyes were a plain green but it held so many emotions; knowledge, kindness, and love. Yet it held a power, like the idol, but it he could actually FEEL it. "He was a good man" He blinked again. Where did that come from? "He died" he felt his eyes furrow at those words "That single man stood against a monster but he was consumed, all because his son was blinded by anger" His words... they were covered in pure sadness, grief and guilt.
Great, now he's going to feel guilty later for making the poor man talk to him about this. "Yet his son died as well, but his children remembered him. And I have learned that nothing can fully die if they are not forgotten." The man glanced at the boy before smiling, all sadness gone. "So do not mourn, for he still lives" Charlie frowned at that bit, he might be English but he knew what happened. Nothing remained after Fenrir ate Odin, he simply disappeared.
"Why are you interested in Norse so much?" A third blink. Maybe he should have his eyes checked when he went to the optician again. "Would you get angry if I told you I get it from a film." Surprisingly, the man gained a childish face at that. Weird, he had a feeling that the man would get annoyed by that fact. "The dragons looked beautiful didn't they?" Ok, he was downright wrong. "That night fury was simply magnificent, both physically and mentally." The man frowned suddenly for a moment, anger in his eyes "Such a pity that he was stuck to that brat of a boy"
That caused a spark of rage to flicker to life in the boy's heart. "'Brat of a boy'? You dare call him that!?" Despite his better judgement, he walked up to the man, green eyes holding a dark flame. "That 'brat', as you call him, saved thousands of lives!" The boy snarled "and that boy saved that dragon and gave him a brighter future!" His hand clawed the dark shirt the man wore. "THAT BOY SAVED EVERYONE IN BERK!" And he let go of the man, chest heaving.
The brunette felt the man stare at him. He wasn't surprised. He barely talked and, suddenly, he almost banged his head against the man's. A tanned hand clutched at Michaels chest. God, he hated feeling the left over emotions. They made his chest feel empty. "You are very brave, you know that don't you?" He couldn't help but look up at that. And he saw a face that was too blank for someone that held so much emotion a few moments ago. The man continued to stare for a moment before looking at the idol.
"Have you heard the legend about this idol?" What the hell? First he was insulting a very brave lad and suddenly he was talking about a myth. What a weird man. "People say that this idol can grant wishes" the man was defiantly unique; he that sparkle in his eyes again. The man smirked at the look, and chuckled. The boy promptly jumped to his feet. No, that wasn't odd at all. The man just coincidently laughed when the thunder rolled, yeah that's it. Coincidence.
"The museum will close in ten minutes. I repeat, in ten minutes the museum will close." a sigh left his lip's at that cold voice. How unfortunate, the conversation was actually getting amusing. "Make a wish" or maybe the man was just a little eccentric. He liked mad odd people. He stared at the red head as he lectured "Some people say that a wish can be granted if you touch the statue"
An eyebrow rose at that sentence. "It's true, I got my wish granted." He could feel the annoyance showing on his face. He didn't mean it to happen but the man sounded like he was a child. Wishes were for people who were desperate for help. "What could I possibly wish for?" The man smirked at that "To go there." his eyes widened at that. "Smart man." And he turned towards the idol and touched its cheek. He closed his eyes and, in a way, prayed. "Please let me go there", he was just about to let go when he thought of something, "and to have a way to comeback."... And nothing happened.
"Are you done?" He jumped at the voice, but nodded anyway. "Then leave, this place closes in three minutes" He gave a soft chuckle at that. He felt like he was being thrown out. He walked towards the sections exit anyway, the man soon following suit. The boy glanced sideways for a moment before asking "Who are you?" The man grinned at that. The man seemed to smile a lot, not that it was a bad thing of course. "I'm Þórr. And you'll need this" And he pulled out an umbrella. Out of nowhere. Just when it began to rain.
He clicked his tongue in thought. For one he didn't even know when he got outside, he just left the idol a few seconds ago. Two is that when did that man have an umbrella and three is where the hell did the man go? He sighed, no matter it didn't matter that much anyway. At least he had something to protect him from the rain. He had to admit though, that man was unique; the man had an aura around him. "Hah. A god" eyes rolled as he said this, stepping slowly down the stairs.
"Yay I just met a god, and I can't wait to tell everyone" Sarcasm dripped from the words like the water on his umbrella. He suddenly stopped, a small smile on his lips. "Now shall I go right, or shall I go left?"Green eyes glanced in both directions, each road looking as dismal as the other. The small smile disappeared as his caught sight of something dark.
Clicking echoed the empty alley, accompanied by soft footsteps. "Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, this place stinks" His face scrunched as he walked past a puke covered wall. "Yeah not the best one" Yet he chuckled as a cloaked man walked in front of him, drunk from the songs the fellow was singing. And what on earth is a 'Nyd'? Must be a foreigner, the language proved that much.
"Are you alright? You look a bit... dizzy" the man looked up, a silly grin on his face. However the word 'old' would help, as seen by the grey hairs on his beard. A very big gray beard. A very big braided, graybeard. "I'm fine lad", a wave followed the words, "Just a little tipsy". The man then pointed to his face "I see you like the beard". Pure pride flowed of those words, and a tiny laugh escaped his lips at that. Before realising the weather.
"Why on earth are you out here? It's raining a storm!" He almost had to shout because the rain was so bad. Why didn't he notice it earlier, the man must be freezing. Yet the man laughed, arms raised to the sky, as if he was praising someone. "I love the rain! It's just so invigorating don't you think?" the man stared at the boy as he asked this. Michael glared for a moment before walking towards the man, steps causing small 'explosions' of water. The old man put up a confused face at the movement, but remained quiet.
"You are soaking wet" this was shown by a jab to the beard "So an umbrella is needed" and he raised it other the man's head. The man pouted as the rain stopped, yet it went un-noticed to the boy. Something else caught his interest. The old man's eye was closed the whole time. "Is there something wrong with your eye?" And the pout slipped away, replaced with sadness. "I'm so sorry. I hoped to do this at a later date."
This caused a frown to appear on the boys face. "Do what later?" But the man stayed silent, regret still on his face. As silent seconds went by, worry began to sink in Michael's frown. "Enough" he sighed "what are you going to do?" The man still remained quiet. Minutes ticked by, yet the man just stared. He even worried if the man was still alive, didn't even look like he was breathing. Another few passed by until he man moved. Head raised, he whispered "The rains stopped".
Worry was replaced by uncertainty. "And?" he merely tipped the umbrella to the side and pointed up. Michael complied… and would shout if not for fear sieving his tongue. The rain was frozen, as if time stopped. And there was no sound. No speeding cars were heard, or the words of others street's flowing into the alley. Michael couldn't help but gape at the man, no thing, in front of him.
"What on earth have you done?" The man stared for a moment before sighing. "You wished for something at the museum, didn't you?" Fear crept into his mind, telling him to flee, but he couldn't. It was as if his legs were frozen, he couldn't even feel them. Then the man opened his other eye… and nothing was inside. "Tell me, what being has one eye and can be seen as a traveller?" No, that man could possibly be him. He was consum- "That other man was right you know." A calm blue eye met wide green ones, "No one dies if remembered"
The God waved an arm and the tension weakened slightly from the motion. "But that's not why I'm here" he paused, a slight frown forming, "I'm here to take you to Berk". Michael never felt more terrified, this couldn't be happening. "That was just a wish! It was just a dream!" A frown appeared on Odin's face "You wanted this to happen so" he raised his hand "you'll have it" and clicked.
And that set off the rain. The small streams slithered towards the boy's feet, wrapping around them and slowly covered his body. Sobs tore through the boy's throat as the water reached his waist. Michael twisted and turned but didn't move an inch. "Please stop! I don't want to go!" he clawed at the water, but it still climbed "My family!" it reached his elbows "My friends…" His shoulders now "Don't cry child" Odin whispered "You'll be safe." and the last of him was consumed.