A/N - So, I am quickly running out of ideas for standalone httyd one-shots, so I figured, why not do a crossover? I know this is a little on the unusual side, but if you guys like it I can make extend it into a multi-chapter thing.
Or I could do a bunch of Hiccup whump. That could be fun. Maybe I'll do both, I don't have any plans.
Disclaimer - I am broke.
Hiccup blinked. This was not Berk. He wasn't even sure if he was outside. He appeared to be laying flat on his back, and he could see the sky above him. But at the same time, he couldn't. It was as if a strange, shimmery veil separated Hiccup from the heavens above.
Where in the name of Odin was he? Hiccup began to prop himself up on his elbows, eyebrows furrowed as he considered his unexpected situation. He was just on Berk, wasn't he? He had woken up in the back of the forge, slumped over on his desk. Charcoal from his drawings had smeared all over his face and his hair was sticking everywhere, so he had gone to the well in the town square to wash himself.
He remembered leaving the forge, then...nothing.
Except, maybe he did remember something...a flash of light? Or was he just imagining things?
Hiccup shook his head, then did his best to stand up. He reached out for something to pull him up, and it was then that he noticed he was in the presence of four very large tables. He grabbed the edge of the table closest to him and pulled himself into a standing position, swaying slightly as he waited for his vision to clear.
When it finally did, he continued to observe his surroundings. He appeared to be in a great hall, not unlike the one back on Berk, except this one looked much more expensive. The plates, goblets, and silverware seemed to be made of gold, and there were banners hanging around the room. Hiccup noticed there were four different crests on the banners, each seemed to represent a different tribe. He wondered if this was some kind of meeting place for the Viking Chiefs.
Hiccup slowly turned, trying to take in everything. There were the four tables he had noticed earlier, and one at the end of the hall nearest to him. It was raised slightly, so Hiccup assumed that was where the Chiefs sat, assuming this was the hall they met in. At the other end of the hall were two huge doors that reached all the way to the ceiling.
Hiccup took a hesitant step forward, intending to make his way to the doors, but almost immediately caught his prosthetic on something and fell over. He threw out his arm trying to catch himself on one of the tables, but missed and came crashing down hard, banging his chin on the floor.
Hiccup raised his head wearing an extremely unimpressed expression. Tripping over everything had gotten very old very quickly back on Berk, though usually someone was around to catch him. Hiccup flipped over onto his back and raised himself into a sitting position, then stared at his foot. There was a cat right next to it, rather mean looking and scruffy.
Huh. So that's what he tripped over.
The cat hissed at him and arched it's back, sending Hiccup scurrying away. He got up off the ground very quickly and watched as the cat darted around one of the tables and disappeared.
Almost immediately afterwards, Hiccup spun around as the doors at the end of the hall opened with a bang and several odd looking people burst into the hall. Hiccup counted three, all wearing different colored robes, except for a man who was dressed in a brown overcoat and trousers and had the cat from earlier in his arms.
A pale man with a hooked nose and black clothing shouted something at him in a language Hiccup didn't recognize. A rather severe looking woman in a green cloak repeated the man's words when Hiccup didn't respond, then they both pulled thin, polished sticks from their sleeves when Hiccup remained silent.
Hiccup held his hands above his head. He wasn't sure if the sticks were actually dangerous, but the way the strange man and woman were holding them led him to believe they weren't all they appeared to be.
"So...I guess I'll just see myself out?" laughed Hiccup nervously. "I'm a little lost though, so if you could just point me in the right direction, I'll be on my way." He began to edge around the table towards a small door he had spotted earlier.
The man in black narrowed his eyes as soon as Hiccup started moving and raised his stick higher, aiming it right between Hiccup's eyes. Hiccup froze.
"I surrender?" he said weakly, lowering his hands slightly. The woman shouted something and thrust her stick towards Hiccup. His eyes widened in fear as red light burst from the stick, and then shut tightly in pain as the light engulfed him, sending him flying back into the table. His vision went black, and he knew no more.
Hiccup caught snatches of voices, little hints of conversation, but he understood none of it. Where was he? He felt something cold and hard beneath him, almost like his wooden bed back on Berk, but somehow less comfortable.
He cracked open his eyes. All Hiccup could see was a grey blur, causing him to become even more confused. Squeezing his eyes tightly together once more, he slowly sat up and winced at the pain in his leg.
Hiccup pulled his stump to his chest and realized his prosthetic had been removed. He idly wondered where it was as he examined his surroundings more carefully.
He seemed to be in a dungeon of some kind. All four walls were made of dark grey stone, as well as the ceiling and floor. The space was well lit with a couple of torches scattered around the cell, and in the wall across from Hiccup was a wooden door with a small opening at the top.
Hiccup himself was sitting on a slab that protruded from the wall. He cautiously slid his legs over the side, feeling a strange sense of deja vu, and stood from the stone bed. He held a hand on the wall to keep his balance as he made his way to the door.
As Hiccup approached the door the voices became louder and clearer, though he still couldn't understand them. He realized they were speaking the same language as the man and woman from earlier.
Hiccup frowned. He had successfully made it to the door by balancing against the wall and hopping on one foot, but the small gap in the door was a few inches above his eye level. He considered this predicament, but before he could do anything the voices cut out and the door burst open with a bang, knocking Hiccup into the ground.
Hiccup rubbed his head, slightly annoyed about all the falling down he seemed to be doing recently, and looked up at the man who had opened the door. His eyebrows scrunched together as he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing (which he also seemed to be doing a lot of lately.
The man was old. He looked about as old as Gothi, except he didn't feel old like she did. The man sported a long, white beard and a crooked nose, as if it had been broken twice. He was wearing long purple robes, a color Hiccup had only seen before in tapestries decorating Berk's great hall.
The man looked sorry for knocking him over and held out a hand. Hiccup hesitated before taking it, glancing at his stump. The old man looked at it too as he helped Hiccup stand, and a brief flash of anger crossed his face so quickly Hiccup wondered if he imagined it.
The man put his hands on both of Hiccup's shoulders and helped him back to the slab. Hiccup sat down, still confused, as the man began to speak in the strange language of the man in black and woman in green.
The old man quickly noticed Hiccup's blank stare and seemed to change to a different tongue. At least, Hiccup thought he did. He couldn't understand this language either.
Hiccup held out a hand to stop the man's speech. When the man quieted, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, Hiccup began to speak.
"Since I'm pretty sure you speak a lot of languages, I'm hoping you recognize Norse when you hear it," Hiccup said, wondering if the old man would recognize his words. "Norse? You know it?'
The man smiled. "Norse?" He asked.
Hiccup smiled. Finally! Someone who understood him!
The man spoke again, but in the same language as before. He pointed to himself and said a strange word. "English," Then he pointed to Hiccup and said "Norse."
Hiccup tilted his head to the side, confused. "Eng-ish?" he asked, wondering if that was the man's name. But he had pointed to Hiccup and said Norse, the name of his language…
Hiccup slapped a hand to his face. Eng… whatever was the man's language. He didn't speak Norse, he was just copying Hiccup's speech. He looked up at the man again. The old man wore a knowing grin, realizing he's gotten through to Hiccup.
The man pointed to himself again. "Albus," he said, then gestured to Hiccup. He seemed to be waiting for something.
Was the man's name Albus?
Hiccup hesitantly pressed a hand to his chest. "Hiccup," he said to… Albus.
Albus smiled and bowed his head at Hiccup. Hiccup gave the man a hesitant smile in return, then glanced at his stump again. He looked up at Albus and wondered if he would let him have his prosthetic back.
Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck as he considered how to ask. Eventually he just shook his stump slightly and simply said "Leg?"
Albus seemed to recognize his questioning tone and left the cell, presumably to retrieve Hiccup's prosthetic. Hiccup stared at the strange man as he left, closing the door behind him. Where in Midgard was he?
A/N - Whew, that took a while. I had to do a little Pottermore research, mostly on time turners and junk like that. I got sucked down the rabbit hole a few times and somehow ended up reading Arabella Figg's character profile and an article about Harry Potter's biggest mistakes.
Oh, he's gonna be in this too, by the way. Harry Potter. This story is gonna take place in either year 4 or year 5. I might do a little tweaking with Hiccup's age so it works.
At least, if you guys like this. I actually really like the way this went, and I have a few ideas for where it might go. So I hope you liked it, leave a review or something if you want me to continue, and I'll hopefully update soon.
Hasta la vista, baby.