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A/N: I am absolutly in love with Hiccup and Toothless and while watching the series, Riders of Berk (When Lightning Strikes, which is when this takes place) I jsut felt the need to write this. Please review!
Why Gods are Gods and only sometimes Dragons
When one says that Yggradsil is made up of nine realms, one would only be half right. One of the realms, Midgard to be precise, is in fact a double realm, one of which can only be accessed over Asgard. This realm was also called earth, but it was in comparison stuck in the past. Vikings still ruled the seas, dragons lived and the people still worshipped the Gods.
And this was also the place Loki had been banished to as a form of punishment for his crimes against the other Midgard. He had been forced into a dragon form, stripped of his magic until he recognised what a true monster is.
He had spent a couple of years as a dragon, living and feeding with and like other dragons, but he remained more fearsome than most. That all ended when he was shot out of the sky and found by a young Viking by the name of Hiccup and something wonderful happened, something Loki would never have thought possible.
He saw himself in the boy and before he knew it they had become friends. They defeated the Red Death together and showed the other Vikings that dragons weren't monsters, just as Loki realised that he wasn't a monster either. And if one lost a tailfin and the other (part of) a leg…, well that couldn't be changed.
Loki, now named toothless, was fiercely protective of his young charge, but at the same time he allowed his childish child to come forth. In competitions, races and games, just as he could be serious when there was danger.
He was a bit undecided on the topic of Gods though; they were worshipped, but mostly Thor and Loki didn't know how he felt about his brother. He loved him, deep inside, but at the same time every mention of him filled him with anger. Not at Thor, but at himself, for being such a fool, for throwing away his family like they were worthless, when in fact they were the most important thing he had.
Loki was as of now lying in Hiccups house, lazing about whilst his new family ate, when he felt the storm coming. The first lightning struck and Hiccup jumped outside, hoping to get closer to his brother. He tried to take off, for a moment forgetting that he couldn't fly, not without assistance.
What happened next was slightly confusing, but buildings went up in flame, something that hadn't happened before, and out of shock Loki took off, leaving Hiccup by himself. On his way he felt and saw lightning followed him. Wherever he went and tried to settle, lightning would strike.
'Damn metal', Loki thought, thinking the metal in his harness and saddle could be the reason he was being followed by lightning.
"Thor!" Loki howled in his dragony voice, not knowing somewhere he was heard. In one leap, Loki settled next to Hiccup, shaking from adrenaline. He never did like thunderstorms.
And of course there was that old man, Mildew, trying once again to get rid of him, this time by blaming him for the storm. Because he had angered Thor. Honestly though, Loki was pretty sure that this time it was a natural storm, not one of Thor's.
But of course, the religious Vikings were convinced that it was his fault and tried to banish the 'Night Fury'. Only Stoic and Hiccup prevented him from being chucked right out.
The next day the teen Vikings discussed ways of how to appease the God of Thunder. Loki could only shake his head at some of their suggestions, but in the end they decided to build a statue in his honour. And Loki had to help. Later that day, when all were done, the village gathered for the great reveal.
Hiccup held a speech and pulled away the cloth, revealing the large statue, a rather well made piece Loki had to admit.
Loki sat back on his haunches and regarded the statue. Of course Mildew had to ruin it again, once again blaming the storms on him being a Night Fury. Loki bared his teeth at the man and hissed, a bit like a cat.
The next night there was another storm and Loki wondered when they, The humans, would realise that the metal was attracting the lightning.
The lightning did much damage that night and the Vikings, led by Mildew, formed a mob, intent on throwing Loki out. Hiccup and Loki fled the house and escaped the mob, meeting Astrid and discussing what to do.
The girl wanted Toothless to hide, but Hiccup argued that it was too dangerous and made to fly off with the dragon. Loki though, was not impressed. He had no wish to be shot out of the sky by lightning.
As such, he stormed through the mob, ignoring the enraged shouts and raced to the new statue, screeching at it and clawing at it, calling for his brother to come and stop this nonsense, but a little while into it the mob came and overwhelmed him, dragging him off.
He was tied up and placed onto a boat, ready to be shipped off. Unknown to him, Hiccup had made the connection between lightning and metal and was racing to prove his theory. He tried to explain what he meant but was met by slight disbelief, so he started to climb a pole and got ready to attach the metal pole he was carrying.
Loki pulled at his restraints, knowing how dangerous Hiccups stunt was, and true to what he feared, lightning struck the pole, electrocuting Hiccup, who was still holding onto it. The boy fell, obviously unconscious, possibly dead, into the ocean.
Loki gave an enraged roar and tore apart his restraints, jumping after Hiccup in an attempt to rescue him. Loki found him and dragged him back on dry ground, once again reminded of how frail the child was. Loki listened intently, but the boy showed no signs of life and once gain Loki howled, with grief and rage, before turning his eyes on Mildew.
The one responsible for this. The man cared only for himself, only what he wanted, he had no regard for what others felt and would even let a boy die just so he could have his wish.
"Monster." Loki hissed, no real words leaving his mouth. Suddenly something shifted in him, his magic returned and Loki remembered his father's words. 'Once you realise what a real monster is, your banishment will end.'
Loki knelt by Hiccups side and let his magic flood his body, allowing him to shift into his Asgardian form. His shape flickered and the onlookers let out gasps of shock when instead of a dragon, there was now a young man with pitch-black hair and leather armour, kneeling at the child's body.
Mildew was the first to speak, "What kind of sorcery is this?"
Loki twisted, as fast as a snake and bared his teeth in anger. He raised himself from his prone position and looked the wizened man in the eye, completely ignoring the other onlookers.
"You tell me," Loki said in a deceivingly calm voice, "Haven't you been preaching about the will of the Gods these past few days. Tell me then, what is it the Gods want."
Mildew looked around wildly, "The Gods want you gone, cursed creature that you are. Be gone now, or the wrath of Thor will fall upon you."
Loki had to admit, the man was either very brave or extremely stupid. "Oh, will it? Let's see." Loki wasn't sure what Thor would do, all he knew was that his charge, his friend, was dead, and he wanted revenge.
Loki balled his fists and flames flickered up his arms, earning him more gasps of surprise, many villagers backing away in fear. From the corner of his eye, Loki saw a glint and looked in that direction, something calling to him. Loki shook his head and turned back to the shaking man in front of him.
Loki raised his fist, letting the fire flare up, revelling in the fear of the Vikings. A low moan brought him back to his senses. It seemed Hiccup wasn't as dead as he had thought. Loki let the fire die out. He wouldn't dishonour Hiccup by committing murder.
At least not today.
"Leave." Loki hissed and turned back to Hiccup, who was surrounded by Gobber and Stoic, who were torn between relief of Hiccups survival and fear of Loki.
Loki elbowed passed them, taking in with interest that he was indeed a lot slimmer and slightly shorter than the two Vikings. Swiftly the God knelt down at Hiccups side, who was waking up. Loki felt his forehead and took in the residual magic.
"Thank you. Mother." Loki whispered, heart soaring with joy.
Hiccup blinked open his eyes and stared up at the stranger hovering above him. "Who are you?" The boy said, curiosity and nervousness tinging his scratchy voice.
The stranger smirked/smiled, "My name is Loki Odinson of Asgard," A clap of thunder filled the air, and Hiccup's eyes widened. "But you may call me Toothless."
Hiccups jaw hung wide open, ears filled with the man's soft laughter.