Understanding

Rated T Hiccup, Loki/Toothless Crossover

Summary: Banished, rather than imprisoned. Loki needs to learn a lesson in a form of a monster. Years went by and soon he was spared by a mortal boy that he couldn't help but compare himself to. Is it possible for this boy to help him understand what he is missing?

Note: This takes place after Avengers and before or during the first HTTYD movie. Some features on Toothless may be changed and as well certain parts of the movie. POV might as well change during the story or may be read in Third Person Omniscient.

Thoughts

Dragons Communicating

Prologue

He was expecting to be placed in a cell, not standing in front of Odin – the Allfather of Asgard. The god of mischief couldn't help but swallow the lump in his throat; they haven't even left the Bifrost. Not even his own shackles that were off from him helped his own nerves relax.

"Loki Okinsson." The Allfather started, "As for your crimes against Asgard and Midgard…your punishment is banishment." Loki felt his heart skip a bit and the air in the room they were in growing to warm for him. He knew Thor would start shouted and he did. However, the god of mischief knew there is no derailing his father judgment. "You are unworthy of your title, your powers." he felt the Allfather rip the items from him like he did to his own brother – no scratch that, like he did to Thor. "You are unworthy of my father's crest and the father before him." He flinched when he heard the fixed Bifrost open behind him. "You may come back once you learn your lesson and earned your titles, but for know you shall live as the monster you made everyone look upon you as!" with that, he pointed his spear – Gungnir and blasted him with sheer majik.

Loki felt his powers being strip from him, his armor shattering and his form changing against its own will. The god of mischief had to close his eyes, so he wouldn't be blinded, his ears catching the yells of Thor and the pleas of his mother. Though one thought came across him as he fell through the portal that will no doubt send him to Midgard. What must I learn to earn my place?

O.O

The time Loki had opened his eyes he was laying on the ground, soft grass rubbing against him and the sight of trees told him that he was in a forest. The headache had made itself known when he started standing up. Loki's eyes wandered until he noticed he was in a cove, surrounded by a wall of rocks – then a pond that lies in the center of it. Walking to it, just to wash his face – his own eyes came to the sight of a black scaled dragon with vibrant green eyes with specks of blue.

Jumping back a few feet he then looked at the rest of his form only to find the black scales continued all around his body. Thankful they were smooth, his sights landed on the large wings that he stretched out and then closed repeatedly. His tail fins did the same; soon growing bored with it he turned his sights back to his reflection and opened his mouth, expecting to find teeth. He snarled when he saw none, his eyes narrowing and face tensed.

Then sharp teeth sprouted out and he reared his head back in surprise. Leaning forward once more, he relaxed his facial muscles and saw the teeth retract – learning to will his teeth on his own till a fish jumped out.

Dipping his head carefully into the water he saw dozens of fish swimming back and forth, as he watched he was then aware of his empty stomach. His teeth protruded once more and his mouth opened, waiting for one unlucky prey to near he snapped at it. Successful he lifted his food and swallowed it whole, knowing since his form wasn't human but a beast he wasn't going to need to cook it.

That's when his acute ears heard many roars and he looked up at the sky to see many more beasts, if he remembers correctly the Midgardians called them dragons. Loki weighed his options and opened his wings, taking a flight to the skies above. It was fairly easy since it wasn't the first time he took a form of a flying beast. As he neared the other beast, he heard them growl at him. They were in multiple colors, sizes and breeds as he can tell.

'Who are you hatchling?' his attention then turned to a dragon, that was fairly skinny, however four horns protruded from his heard as well as spikes. His wings seemed to connect to his arms with a wide wingspan. The two circled each other and Loki can see him carrying a yak that was unmoving no doubt dead from the long talons that pierced its vulnerable flesh. Loki noticed all the other dragons that passed by, a few slowed down to see him before continuing to their desired destination.

'Loki.' He simply answered; he watched the other dragon rear its head in thought. His golden slit colored eyes narrowing as he studied the other dragon over.

'Named after the mischievous god.' The other said. Loki wanted to snap that he is but he didn't want to draw out that he was insane like Thor did during his banishment. So he simply nodded, his vibrant color eyes looking into the direction the other dragons were going.

'What do they call you?' Loki couldn't help but asked. The other dragon couldn't help but smile, showing his long sharp teeth that help draw attention away from his green and brown speckled colored scales.

'The Vikings calls my kind Monstrous Nightmare…however my name is Vastwing.' The dragon said. Loki and the other soon got to know each other. Loki curiosity of what they were doing got the best of him as he followed the larger dragon to the nest. There he heard a voice – female one that was rough but sung in a perfect tune that reminded him when Frigga sung to him to help him sleep. The first time meeting or rather seeing she unnerved him when she popped out of the depths and ate one of her followers, after the others to safety before she could managed to eat another one of her followers.

Vastwing explained to him that they needed to steal food from the Vikings to feed her, or they will become meals themselves. Loki didn't like this queen, she was overconfident and arrogant, however he couldn't get the blasted voice out of his head it not only irritated him but it also unnerved him. However, he stayed with them as a flock they called it but he never stoop so low to feed her and he knew it made her angry. Though no matter how many times she tried to catch him between her vast jaws she always misses or grabs another.

Loki did stay with them or at least Vastwing den, he managed to learn all the Vikings name for the other dragon kind but with the Nightmare asked what the Vikings called him he didn't know because he never bothered to show himself. 'Till his companion managed to persuade him to come on a few raids with him and the others. There he earned his name from the Vikings, a befitting one in fact – The Night Fury, the unholy offspring of thunder and death.

Though as time passed, he have come to accept that he may never return home.