Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
Title: In Interesting Times
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: R
Warnings: Male/male smut, anal, non-con or dub-con, AU, profanity
Pairing(s): Dan Phantom/Clockwork, Dash/Tucker
Summary: King Tuck AU. Tucker is stuck in Egypt's past by Hotep-Ra, and Dash is transported to the land of the Vikings in the same time, and mistaken for their royal heir. Tucker becomes Dash's slave when the Vikings, manipulated by Hotep-Ra, plunder Egypt and take him back to their heir.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed. Please tell me if get the canon details, characterization or anything else wrong.
Prologue: Happens in the Past
Tucker watched as the two warriors battled it out in the stadium, which reminded him more of Greece and Rome than Egypt, where they really were. Yes, Egypt, the land of pyramids and pharaohs, Niles and Sphinxes.
Hotep-Ra, the one that transported them through time and space with his staff to this place, smiled, in a way that indicated that the thrill of a plot to seize power succeeding. Tucker recognized the spirit's ambition, and desire to be above others, since his own heart also contained such desires, though he was willing to admit that it is easy to fuck up things with such power if one isn't familiar with it. Still, that didn't mean he didn't forget sometimes… like earlier this day, when he met the deceitful servant, and discovered that his appearance exactly matched that of Duulaman, the pharaoh of this era.
The less burly warrior, who reminded Tucker of Danny somehow, fell off his horse when Hotep-Ra's servant hit him, landing in the dirt of the stadium floor.
Hotep-Ra looked over at Tucker, who glared at him. "Pharaoh, I require my staff in order to do my duty as your servant."
Tucker rolled his eyes, as twenty-first century teenagers are inclined to do, and replied, "Yeah, right. In what twisted way is taking the entire student and staff population of Casper High to ancient Egypt doing your duty as my servant? Isn't that supposed to mean, well, bringing me grapes and stuff, and granting my every wish?"
Hotep-Ra's response came quicker than Tucker expected. "The answer is simple, pharaoh. In your time, no one would listen to you, regardless of how intelligent your thoughts were. In this time, everyone will listen to you, regardless of whether your thoughts even make sense. They have to, for you are the closest to a king that they have."
Tucker responded equally quickly. "Bullshit. The first part, yeah, that's sorta true, but aren't you planning to, well, seize my throne?"
Hotep-Ra recognized that Tucker knew the truth and was sure he knew the truth, so instead of wasting time and energy on a clearly pathetic lie, he snatched the staff out of Tucker's grip, and doing what Tucker recalled had brought them all here, sent all but Tucker, himself, his servant, and the natives of the area and time away, presumably back to Amity Park.
Tucker groaned. "And that was for me, how?"
Hotep-Ra smirked. "Those that refuse to listen to you are far away now. All that are left are the people of Egypt, who believe you are their leader, and you, the one destined to lead them."
"Not all of them," Tucker muttered under his breath, casting a sharp look at Hotep-Ra. "Besides, this is ancient. PDAs are unknown here, Internet connections are nonexistent, and electricity… that'll take a while." He paused. "I don't see how I could rule this place, even if you weren't gonna take the throne from me."
"You will not have to," replied Hotep-Ra, sinisterly.
"Yeah, I know," Tucker responded. "You want the throne, and now you're just planning to use me as a figurehead till I can be removed, right? Not happening, dude."
Hotep-Ra just sighed, impatient with the youth. He gazed north, thinking of Vikings and other dangers capable of snatching the modern adolescent away from Egypt.
"You know the truth," Hotep-Ra admitted. "However, the truth will not save you in a land where no one speaks or understands your words."
"I know," Tucker replied. "You understand English though. It's just that you refuse to obey." He sighed. "Typical."
Tucker fixed his gaze on a random spot, hoping that Danny, in his ghostly, enviable glory would call a portal into existence somehow, and come through to save him. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.
He sighed, knowing that Danny couldn't go get what he needed, and come to save him in only minutes or seconds. Hours, maybe, days, perhaps, weeks, possibly, but not minutes, not seconds. Besides, if Danny's method was the Infinity Map… randomness, ahoy! The map followed no orders and obeyed no master. Instead, it just sent the owners wherever – and whenever - it thought they should go – which apparently wasn't here.
He groaned, thinking, 'Dissed by a map. A map. A ghostly, magical map of randomness. Can this get any worse?'
The people of Egypt looked around, flummoxed by the recent events. Tucker hadn't fully registered their presence before, but now, he figured that he might as well do so, since, well, maybe a miracle would happen, and they'd learn the useful thing known as the English language.
As he had said before, though, "not happening."
Desiree: totally not available to grant (and mess up, sure) any of his wishes, even obvious ones. Hotep-Ra: totally not enjoying his role as Tucker's slave; probably believes that the Egyptians' lack of ability to understand English is an asset; probably couldn't grant a wish if he wanted to, anyway. English: totally not able to be learnt in a few days. The Rosetta Stone: not in his possession. This situation: hard to escape. The past: lacking in the advanced technology that he was skilled at using.
Tucker sighed. "Hotep-Ra, please translate for me."
"Yes, pharaoh," replied the spirit, though Tucker guessed from the sinister glint in his eye, that his servant planned to use this duty as a manipulating tool. Still, he'd have to actually translate something exactly as it was said sometime. Not every conversation could be twisted into a manipulation, Tucker felt sure.
The spirit continued. "They are telling you of how much they revere you, pharaoh. The citizens also wonder about recent events."
Tucker smirked at the first sentence, though the last… boy, how the heck could he explain that? Egyptians believed in gods, spirits, and life-after-death, but that didn't mean they'd accept any explanation they heard. He sighed. Why couldn't he be listened to when he had something valid to say instead?
Hotep-Ra vanished in a swirl of Egyptian hieroglyphs, probably going off to arrange for his assassination, or something else of that sort, Tucker was sure, though really, the teen wondered why his servant even bothered. Removing him, the clueless, longing-to-be-listened-to-but with-nothing-valid-to-say-now-that-he-was foreigner, seemed a lot easier than that. For, right now, what he wanted most was to be back in modern Amity Park, in a time with Internet access, and more than one PDA, as well as his friends, Danny and Sam, and his relatives, his family.