D2: Viking Style

Disclaimer: the original mighty duck characters belong to Disney. Sean Leffensen belongs to himself. You can email him at Sk8erSean_01@hotmail.com. I however claim everyone else, and if you want to use them, e-mail me.

Author's notes: This story is mostly written in Allor's POV, unless the author's note says different. If you have any questions about the players that are mine e-mail me at IslandiaViking312@hotmail.com and ask. \/'S are said in German. ""'S is said in English. {}'S is said in Russian. ()'S is said in Old Norse.

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I had just came home from school. I had to finish my homework before practice. I have a few history questions left to answer. As I finished my homework, Marria and Gunther walked in. They must be back from the psychologist's. Dad walks into the dining room where I am.

(Sweetheart, will you call up the team and tell them that practice is canceled today?) Dad asked.

I nodded. Something is up. We never cancel practices. I walk into the kitchen and pick up our teal telephone. I dialed Gunnar and Reg's phone number. Gunnar picked up.

(Hello, Stahl residence, you're speaking to Gunnar. How may I help you?) He asked.

(Do you practice that?) I asked in between giggles.

(Al, what's up? Something has to be up, if you're calling and not Coach Wolf.) He replied.

(Dad says practice is canceled. Will you call half the team and tell them, if I call the other half and tell them?) I asked politely.

(Of course, I'd be glad to.) He answered.

(You're so sweet, Gunnar, but if you tell anyone I said that, you will pay graciously.) I threatened sweetly.

I hung up the telephone and sat at the dining room table with the rest of the family. When we all had finished eating, Dad passed me a stack of papers that were stapled together. There were a few lines written in red ink. I read them to myself. Afterwards, I looked up at dad.

(Allor, the psychologist suggest that maybe you put too much pressure on Gunther. Everything he said was you and your achievements. I'm thinking it would be better for him, if we sent you to a boarding school.) Marria stated.

(Dad, you're not going to let her do this; are you?) I asked.

(Sweetheart...) Marria started, but I didn't let her finish.

{I'm not your sweetheart! I can't believe you, Dad.} I yelled.

I ran upstairs and grabbed my overnight bag. I packed for one night. I the ran down the stairs. I saw dad in the doorway of the dining room. I kept running until I was out the door and to the Stahls' house. I rang their doorbell. Günther, Gunnar and Reg's dad answered the door.

He noticed my tear stained face and let me in.

(May I, please, stay the night? Things at home are a little rough, and I need to get away.) I asked.

He nodded and the yelled for Reg. She came running down the stairs. We give each other a big hug and brake the embrace at the sound of Gunnar clearing his throat. I turned around and hugged him too.

(Al is going to spend the night with us. Will you to, please, help her get ready for bed?) Günther asked.

Gunnar and Reg both nodded. Reg helped me unpack. I took a shower and then went to bed. Lying in my bed, I heard the telephone ring. Günther picked it up. It was obviously my dad trying to find me. Günther made it clear that I was staying at their house and that it was final. He's a German ambassador. Sleep didn't come too easily, but it did finally come.

Reg's alarm clock went off. I sit up. She's still asleep in her bed. I walk over to Regina and shake her gently. She yawns and wakes up.

(What's going on, Al?) She asks.

(I'm going to have to get ready now. I thought you might want to be up when I leave.) I replied.

(Right, Captain, you have to leave at ten don't you?) She asks.

(Yes, I do. Please, I might be your captain, but I'm also your best friend, okay?) I stated rather than asked.

She nodded between her giggle fits. I quickly slipped on a black T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and my tennis shoes. I then brushed my hair and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. Reg was dressed similar.

We went downstairs and sat at the dinner table. Gunnar and Mrs. Stahl were already there. They were just finishing eating.

(Where's Dad, Mom?) Reggy asked.

(He and Wolf are eating breakfast together. They are probably talking about politics or sports.) Rioghnach, Reg and Gunnar's mom laughed at her own comment.

Reggy nodded. Her hair is barely messy from last night's sleep. We eat breakfast. I went upstairs to pack my stuff. Reg and Gunnar come up to help me.

(Well, Reg, you and Amsylec are going to have to run the game; Dad is still weak. Germany's tough.) I informed them.

I thanked the Stahls and headed for Home. As I walked through the door, Gunther hugged me.

{I'm sorry, Al, I read the psychologist's report. The reason I told her everything good you did is to make you look good, and that way you wouldn't be considered a bad influence on me.} He apologizes.

{It's all right. I understand. I knew you didn't mean it THAT way.} I comforted.

His ice blue eyes are full of tears. They stream down his face and onto my shoulder. I held back my tears. I love my twin brother. I would never do anything to hurt him. He's my heart and soul. I would even quit hockey forever, if he wanted me to.

We broke the embrace at Dad's cough. His blonde hair was gelled back as normal. His blue eyes were full of sadness, and they seem to ask a million questions.

(Why did you leave like that?) Asks Dad.

Man, I wish I could be that calm. His voice was so serene. It doesn't even have a slightest hint of anger. It is full of wisdom.

(You haven't even packed yet.) Fumed Marria

{Yes, I have. I left, because I need a break from Marria and this place.} I informed Dad.

Marria looked disapprovingly at me. I know it's not polite to talk in a language that not everyone in the same room knows. She doesn't speak Russian. Oh well, Marria want's me to be a perfect lady and to only care about my beauty. She'll get over it. I care about stuff that's more important. Once she asked me what I do care about that could be ladylike. I said that I care about not breaking any bones.

I notice that Dad had my suitcase in his hands. I thanked him. The flight to Russia wasn't bad. Gunther and I talked the whole time. It was funny. The whole conversation was in Russian. It drove Marria insane.

When we arrived at the psychologist's, we were let in to see the Mrs. Gubercheck. She was a medium sized woman with dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun and piercing brown eyes.

(Ms. Marria, how are you and Gunther?) She asks.

She then looks at me.

{And this must be the famous Allor Anttisdottir, Right?} She asks me.

{Yes, Ma'am, I'm Allor.} I replied.

(Will you two please leave us?) She asks Gunther and Marria.

That's when I noticed it. There was a puck on one of the shelves. My mind went. I run over to it and take it down. The psychologist's tries to take it away rationally, but that didn't work. She gives up. I get to keep it for the rest of the session. Whoa, where did that come from? I've never acted like that before.

{I'm going to hold up poster cards with inkblots on them. Tell me what first comes to mind.} She explains.

She goes through the cards. Every thing I said was related to a sword or hockey. There was one with a V on it with a goal post shaped line through it. I didn't comment on that one.

When it was all over, she filled out the report and told me that I needed anger management lessons. I promise that this woman just wants money. I smiled, thanked her for the session, and left.

I gave the report to Marria. We had to get on the next plane to Reykjavik, Iceland. When we got home, I laid the report on his desk and went up stairs to my room. I unpacked everything from last night. It's about nine o'clock, when Dad comes home. He's not smiling.

(Al, I need tell you and Gunther some bad news. You know how Magnus is a free agent? Well, he signed a contract with Team Russia! By the way, Regina's in the hospital. She was riding to the game with Uric, and they were in a car crash. She's in a comma.) Dad stated.

{What! can I go see her?} I asked.

I was surprised that I could even talk. My best friend, Magnus, has BETRAYED me, and my other best friend, Reg, is in the hospital. Reg is more important right now.

Dad drove me to the hospital. We went to intensive care. Dad waited in the waiting room while I went inside.

Reg is lying in the hospital bed. Reg's leg is in a cast and being held up by a trapeze. Her brown hair is down, and it frames her pale face. Her angel like appearance is so calming. The covers lie unmoved. It scares me. I stand there silently crying and praying to God. I hold Reg's hand in mine. It's warm just like her heart.

(Reg, if you can hear me, please, show any sign that you can hear me.) I ask.

I feel her lightly squeeze my hand. I immediately look at her. She's awake, but her angelic appearance isn't gone. She smiles.

(Thank the Lord. You're all right!) I exclaimed as I press the nurse call button.

Everything will be all right. After awhile. They said she'd be free to go home tomorrow. Dad and I went home. We all went to bed.

~ Ivar's POV ~

I walk to my bunk. We had just finished playing an exhibition game against Team Iceland. My twin brother, Ivan, is sitting on my bed. I felt extremely uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me with that I-know-who-you-like look on his face.

\ What, Ivan, is your bed not comfortable for the Prince? / I ask sarcastically.

\ I know you have a huge crush on Team Iceland's captain, Ivar! / He declares.

\ I do NOT! I just have to research her the most, because she's unpredictable. / I defended. I know my face is red with embarrassment.

Ivan's right about me having a crush on Allor. I was right too; she's very unpredictable.

\ I'm sorry, Ivan; I need to get some sleep. / I apologized.

Ivan nodded. He had to admit I did a lot of research to help out the team. I didn't even bother taking a shower. I had already gone to sleep.

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I'm standing there surrounded by complete darkness, but standing there in front of me is...Allor Anttisdottir. Her caramel brown hair is elegantly pulled back into a bun. It's weird though. She's wearing a long violet colored dress with lilac colored gloves that come to her elbows and lilac slip-on high heels. She's also wearing pearl earrings and a pearl necklace to match. Allor looks absolutely beautiful.

She walks over to me and takes my arm. That's when I notice we're at a beautiful, huge mansion. A shrill alarm goes off.

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I wake up to my alarm clock. It was all a dream. /I turn it off. Ivan groans and rolls over. I can't tell anyone of my dream.

~ Meanwhile in Magnus's POV~

I lay on my bed. My silk pajamas didn't have a wrinkle in them. My bed is so comfortable, but this will be the last night I'll get to sleep in it.

I had chosen to be acquired by Russia. It wasn't about the money; I just wanted to be closer to home and my secret love. It has been five years since I have fallen in love with Blair Adrianov, captain of Team Russia. I know Russia's our ultimate rival. I didn't have time meditate on it very long, because I was asleep.

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I'm standing in the St. Petersburg Palace. I see Allor, but she's older. She wearing black jeans and a gray T-shirt with tennis shoes. Her medium-length brown hair is pulled back into it's normal loose ponytail. Al's not the only one there. There's a male about the same age and height as her. I don't recognize him at first. His light brown hair is sort of shabby, but his brown eyes are full of wisdom and suggest differently.

I then realize it is Ivar. He's form Germany's team. Not only that, He is a GERMAN. Ivar taps her on the shoulder. I shuddered. His filthy hands touching her angel-like shoulder. She turns to him and gives him a peck on the cheek. I shudder again. Now her angel-like lips touched his face. This WAY too much.

(Come on, Sweetheart. We should leave the TRAITOR to what's most important to him, his LOVE.) She said sadly.

Her words were like a knife. They cut deeply into my heart. I know she has the right to feel that way. She's right; I am a traitor. I notice Blair is beside me. She is holding a knife behind her.

{I'll take care of her, Maggy. She'll NEVER bother us again.} Blair promises.

As Allor and Ivar turn to leave, Blair checks Allor off the verandah. I scream in terror.

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I wake up screaming. My pillow and body is covered in sweat. It was just a bad dream. Blair would never do that. She and Allor may not like each other, but she would never got to that extreme.

______________________________________________________________________________Please R and R or flame if you prefer, thank you. ~Allor