Of Dragons and Digital Monsters

Prolog

Summary: Weeks after establishing peace on the Island of Berk after the defeat of the Red Death, a new threat arises as Loki plots his revenge for Hiccup and Toothless for destroying one of Loki's most powerful allies: to destroy the hard won peace. Yet when Odin and Thor get wind of Loki's plan, they contact an old friend who agrees to help them. Yet this will cause a change of events that will be felt in completely different dimensions, that when they cross paths, nothing will be the same ever again...

Rating: Teen +

For: Creature violence, intense action, blood, ext...

Main Characters: Hiccup,Toothless, and Takuya and Takuya's beast Spirit form BurningGreymon.

Time line: Takes place after How To Train Your Dragon and after season four: Digimon Frontier.

I will be taking elements from the How To Train Your Dragon book, movie, and making references to Digimon Frontier, so I would recommend you, the reader, to be familiar with either of the above to understand the story. Read and enjoy!

One element I will be using from the book How To Train Your Dragon is the language the dragons spoke, called Dragoness, and over time in this story Takuya learns to speak it in order to learn and live among the dragons. Dragoness will be written in bold text with '' to indicate the dragons talking.

Dragons Talk [Bold]

Prolog: Calm Before the Storm

It was another bitterly cold winter night on the Island of Berk. The winds were howling, mixing with the calls of the wolf pack on the far side of the island, creating a spooky sound that graced the island. The snow was blinding, for one wouldn't be able to see his hands in front of his face. Now creature, human or dragon, would dare to venture out into this freezing weather. The landscape was covered in a dream-like haze of silvery blue, the snow glistening like the scales of a Deadly Nadder that had just been polished. The tall pine trees created shadows that seemed to stretch for an eternity.

However, despite the miserable conditions that plagued the island, a small pack of wolves were desperate for food. Due to the bitter winter, the amount of wild game had dropped drastically. These wolves had managed to make a kill sometime ago, a young yak, that managed to keep their bellies full for a few days but now they were on the hunt again.

In a pack that numbered ten strong, they followed the scent of a possible meal. They were following a blood trail that led them towards a clearing nestled in some trees.

Cover by ice and snow and laying on its side was a large humanoid dragon that was adorned in gold, red, and white armor. Orange feathered wings lay limp and slumped over its body. Its breathing was weak, a pool of crimson leaking from a gash on its side. The flesh around the wound was leaking a sticky fluid and the edges were slightly puckered. Its helm was white with red striping on the horns and spikes which arched towards the back. On its arms it had two very big golden bracers that attached just above its wrists. Laying behind was a long, serpent-like tail covered in crimson armor.

The wolves cautiously approached, circling their wounded prey. One wolf, a grey colored female, cautious stepped up the creature, sniffing a bit as it moved in towards the wound, jaws opening to grab a hold of exposed flesh so her pack mates could finish it off as she sank her fangs into the flesh of their possible kill and began to attempt to tear a chunk of flesh off, snarling as blood began to stain her grey muzzle.

Without warning, the wounded humanoid dragon roared in pain, its icy blue eyes snapping open as he raised his clawed hand to strike his attacker. The she-wolf had little time to react as she yelped in pain when the dragon dug his clawed hand into her back, and threw her into a nearby tree, snapping her spine. Her fellows growled and snarled in outrage as they swarmed the dragon, who had risen to its full height. The snow that had clung to him was melting as intense heat began to radiate from him. Unleashing another thunderous roar the bracers on his arms began to shimmer with blistering heat. The wolves fled at the sight, running with tails between their legs and whining.

With the danger passed, the humanoid dragon felt the rush of battle leave him, as he leaned against a nearby pine for support.

[Holy crap, I almost became dog food! And-ARGH! Damn! I really wish I had some medical supplies with me right now! Where's Zoe when you need her?! OW! Alright Takuya think, last thing I remember…remember…dang nabbit!] The Beast Warrior of Flame, BurningGreymon snarled as he tried to figure out what his next plan was. Ice crystals were slowly forming in the exposed wound, and if BurningGreymon didn't find warm shelter soon, the ice crystals would move into his bloodstream, causing his tissues to freeze. He would freeze to death from the inside out.

The snow had begun to die down, and BurningGreymon saw in the distance a plume of whispy smoke. Just barely visable. He could also smell the roasting of meat, and his stomach growled. Hungry and wounded, the dragon began to move towards the Viking village, hoping they would be able to help.