Ch. 2
Kol stood within the clouds of the atmosphere. A silver aura of a dome encased him. He wasn't just the god of the moon, he was the moon, just like he is night. His light brought a glow to his domain of darkness. When he was banished he saw how the mortals suffered without his domains. So, with his creative mind, he created a medium sized rock, placed his light in it, and placed it in the base of his night. He had it circle Valka's earth so all mortals could use it. And thus the mortals had a way of navigating in his realm.
But there was a problem. The light the moon carried dimmed and darkened by the shadows of night. During this time, the mortals called it the 'new moon'. Clever, the mortals were, even after being blind by the darkness they could still see his silver light. So, Kol replaced this dark light with more silver light. Every twenty seven days–thirty at the most, he replaced his light.
But soon his moon wasn't enough for the mortals. His moon's light lit their paths, but it didn't help navigate through those paths. So, with his innovative mind he created these odd things called 'stars'. Making his moonlight pebble-sized, he placed them around the moon.
With wide eyes, Kol saw the humans using them to navigate to the four corners of the world. The mortals had tough a time using them, a few of his stars were so prominent that they gave them names. These weren't enough to help the mortals, so he connected them with lines of light. He called these groups 'constellations'. Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, Gemini, Orion, Aquila, Pisces, Draco.
The moon and the stars were one of his greatest creations. One to light the path, and the other to navigate it.
Kol was so enamored by his thoughts that he didn't notice another heavenly presence near him.
"I knew I'd find you here."
Kol turned around to see Valka in her regal glory. She walked up beside him as he continued to the watch the mortals. He watched as the Greeks, that were hunkered down inside the Trojan Horse, emerged. A quiver of black arrows on his back and a black bow materialized in his hand. Taking out three arrows, he placed them close to his mouth, and lit them with green flames from his breath. Taking aim, Kol saw that the Greeks started sacking the city of Troy.
"Let there be… chaos…"
The arrows sped like falling stars. Hitting the city of Troy, large ripples of green fire were sent all over the city. The fire didn't burn the city, mostly, but it did affect the environment, and the mortals were all effected by it too, but just too ignorant to realize what it did to them. Men were slaughtered, women—even little girls—were ravaged. Buildings and structures burned. Blood ran through the streets. All through it all, screams of anguish and agony sounded through it.
Valka was horrified by how much chaos there was. She could barely watch as she saw innocents were being decimated. Looking to Kol, she saw a satisfied grin on his face. Noticing her worried expression, he feigned innocence, "Don't you like, my Lady?"
"How can you take satisfaction from this?"
Kol feigned a thoughtful look, "Simple, you just accept that chaos is creation's natural state. And no matter how much order there is, there will always be chaos to counter it."
Valka frowned at the man her little boy had become. Her son was once loving, kind, and optimistic. Although, he was timid, shy, and disaster-prone, she would gladly trade the man she saw in front of her for the boy he once was.
This man—this person—was a hollow shell of what he was. This man was cold, distant, and cynical. He seemed to have developed a temper by the way his anger flared so fast at Snotlout's snide remarks. Despite how calm and collected his expression was, his eyes held so much anger, resentment, and hate. But she wasn't too prideful to admit that she had a hand in how he turned out.
Valka gave a small smile at an attempt to change the subject, "You know, I missed you, right?"
Kol's silver eyes turned to a steel grey, making Valka's smile falter. His brows furrowed as he scoffed, "You did? I suppose we have all our different ways of showing affection."
Taken back, Valka's own eyebrows furrowed. She walked next to him after he was done spreading his chaos in the Sack of Troy, they were heading to a forest where they were hovering above a hunting party.
"I hope you aren't implying anything?"
Kol shook his head, "No implications, my Lady. I'm just stating that some mothers look after their children with tenderness and care, and some abandon them without a second's hesitation."
"Kol," she spoke softly, "whether you saw it or not, I was with you, always."
The hunt god laughed bitterly, "Oh, so when I prayed for your aid, you didn't ignored me?"
"Kol, now you know it was more complicated—"
"Or did you simply not hear me," Kol's anger made his silver aura flicker aggressively. He twisted his wrist at the hunting party, making their arrows nothing more than true as they hit their prey.
He was roughly grabbed by his shoulder, turning to Valka, he met with her fierce green eyes. "I did everything I could for you. I pleaded with your father for your banishment. It was your banishment over your imprisonment. I know you may still be angry over what happened, but at least understand this: everything I did, I did it for you!"
"Turning your back on me," Kol snapped, "shunning me when I prayed, and ignoring me when I was in one of your domains! The earth! Your earth! I was on your earth, yet my prayers weren't answered, or even acknowledged!"
"Your father's laws are absolute, as much influence I had over your father, his word isn't questioned!"
Kol scoffed angrily, "Sounds more like an excuse!"
"Enough!" Valka roared, "I am your mother and queen! And you will show me respect!"
Kol got into Valka's face, "Weren't you there during my banishment? Did you hear the terms?! You are not my queen nor my mother!"
The look of pain almost made Kol feel guilty about his words. The way the glow in her eyes was replaced with a pensive sadness and her eyes turned downcast. She took a shaky breath, "I see, well, I'm sorry I wasted your time, chaos god."
Kol watched as she disappeared in a flurry of rose petals. He frowned at himself when he started feeling regret in his chest. He growled lowly before he shook his head rapidly. This wasn't him. He needed to keep himself focused on his task. And that didn't require him second guessing himself if he got too close to anyone, even the Queen.
Kol watched Valka's earth for hours. After it became a certain hour he absorbed his darkness back into his core. It was to make room for Day, or Astrid. Night and Day couldn't occupy the world at the same time.
As the darkness returned to its master, the sky started turning purplish blue. It was a sign that Day wasn't too far long from entering the sky. He was actually looking forward to seeing the beautiful, fierce warrior goddess.
The night god felt a warm, bright energy from behind him. He put on a winning crooked grin before turning around.
Astrid looked at Kol with a stern gaze in her icy azure orbs, "Night." Her voice was laced with steel. Her body was surrounded with bright golden light that lit everything around her. Her hair was on fire, but it didn't burn away, it only entangled with the flames.
"Day," Kol's voice was coolly, he bowed dramatically, "my Lady, you look as beautiful and radiant as ever."
Astrid scowled at her counterpart, "Flattery will get you no where."
"You insinuate I have a larger objective?" Kol frowned. She came face to face, craning her neck to look at him since he was much taller, she replied, "Yes, I do."
The blonde goddess studied Kol's silver eyes further. "You were banished and shunned for what you did. Why would you want to help the people that did you wrong?"
"Maybe because I like helping people?"
"No," she said critically, "you don't, I can clearly see you don't want to aid us. Which makes me believe you're up to something."
Kol came closer with his hands coming to her shoulders, something that made her flinch. "You correct, my Lady. I don't want to help you. But only because Stoick is a better option as ruler than Bludvist. Stoick is the one that commands the universe. While I'm not part of his kingdom, I still do have to follow some of his laws."
Damn him, Astrid thought. His logic made sense, Stoick wasn't always a good ruler, but he was a better king than Bludvist would be. She scowled angrily at his smug smirk.
"Fine," she spat through gritted teeth. She walked past him with an air of superiority as the flames in her hair flickered aggressively. "Be gone. You've done your duty, Night."
Kol bowed dramatically again, "As you wish milady."
Vanishing from the sky in a silver flash, Kol was gone. Astrid was left alone with her none too nice thoughts of the night god. She felt anger for not figuring out him. But she would, eventually.
X
Within Night, Kol sat crossed leg in a large field of black grass. Around the field were forests filled with trees that had black leaves swaying in the breeze. Next to him sat a black stag with its head in his lap. He rubbed the animal's head affectionately.
"They're late." His silver orbs glinted angrily.
A flash appeared in front of him. A beautiful woman with luscious black hair in a long braid and beautiful sea green eyes appeared before him. She wore a leather bra encasing her large bust. A leather and fur, sideless skirt was clipped on her wide hips by precious gems. Knee high, heeled, leather boots. Gem encrusted gold armbands and bracelets adorned her arms. Her figure was womanly and curvy; full breasts, slim and taut waist, wide hips, and plump haunches. Not too mention her long legs when she stood at 5'9".
She flashed Kol a smile that would've made mortal men weak at their knees. But Kol wasn't affected by it, but he did find her smile one of her best features. His annoyed scowl became more noticeable when he looked to her, "Heather. You're late."
Heather. She was the Goddess of Love, Lust, Beauty, Sexuality, Sensuality, Pleasure, Desire, Sorcery, Riches, and Wealth. Also known as the Lady of Passion. Wherever she went men, and women, had their fleshly desires and passions stirred. Her ethereal beauty drove men all over the Archipelago to her. Some proposed for marriage, to become lovers, and in a rare sense, some pleaded to them a potential lover or spouse. While her pride wouldn't allow her, sometimes she used her beauty to get what she wanted. As the wealth goddess she was the richest out of everyone.
She even proclaimed to be the most powerful god. But most saw this as hubris or arrogance. She wasn't wrong. As the love goddess, her influence in all directions of love, romantic and familial. With a single thought she could sever the ties of loyalty that bound the gods together under Stoick's rule. So when hearing this, Kol believed every word of it, and reminded himself to be wary around her. But here he was, sitting right in front of her.
"You are as handsome as ever." Her smile; sweet and innocent. A lot of dangers looked sweet and innocent, and so could he.
Kol replied with his own smile, "And you are as beautiful as ever."
"So," she spoke curiously, "why did you call again?"
Before he could ask three other flashes happened.
The first was a gorgeous, petite blonde woman. Her long, platinum blonde tied in a tight ponytail. She wore a black shirt with the left arm down to her wrist, but the other was cut at the shoulder. A leather and armored skirt with leather leggings and fur boots. Her body was prepubescent and underdeveloped, but, regardless, still striking.
The second was a tall, buff male. He had shoulder length, black hair; shaved on right side while the rest was draping along the left side. He wore a white fur cloak with a red tunic and black pants with chains snaking around them, also a pair of black boots.
The third was bulky a redhead male. His hair was red, cut short, and stood out like spikes. His beard was short and shaggy. He wore a leather, metal, black tunic that concealed his bulky frame. His pants were shredded, but still held and concealed his sex. His dark green eyes held a wild glint that made him look insane.
Kol stood, addressing the blonde, "Camicazi," the dark haired one, "Thuggory," and the redhead, "Dagur."
Camicazi; Goddess of Ice, Snow, Frost, Winter, Winds, and Storms. She is as cold as ice, ironically. She wasn't very tolerant men, but women were. Because of this she never married or found a significant other. She did have a mortal lover, but since she wouldn't give up her chastity, he left her for a mortal. Enraged by this, she vowed an eternal maidenhood, never to love or marry. While not having fondness for makes, she did have respect for Kol, especially after what he did to get banished. In addition, Cold and Dark mixed well together.
Thuggory; God of Righteous War, Virtue, Force, Energy, Justice, and Hope. He was an honorable warrior that most people respected. Unlike like Snotlout, he didn't cause violence and bloodshed where it wasn't needed. He gave strength, vitality, and victory to the side that he thought truly deserved it. He stood for peace friendship, but wouldn't hesitate to pick up his sword when the situation demanded it.
Dagur; God of Madness, Insanity, Frenzy, Misery, Sadness, Hate, and Pain. It was no secret that he mad. After getting his domains he Kol's actions as the God of Chaos. Only this time, he created his own brand of chaos. One that was more subtle and affected the mind instead of the world. He called it 'madness'. He embodied everything his younger sister, Heather, stood against. Instead of love, it was hate and sadness.
"Brother," Heather spat with venom in her voice. Dagur grinned broadly, "Sister, I've missed. How has eternity treated you?"
Heather glared at her brother, Dagur grinned maniacally at his sister. Love and Hate tended to clash that way. They couldn't be in the same place with each other without going for each other's throats.
Very suddenly, Heather and Dagur were in a screaming match. With Thuggory playing mediator. Camicazi was trying to figure why she was summoned by Kol, so she intervened as well with her own loud voice trying to come everyone else's.
Kol's knuckles turned white as rage filled his eyes; turning his eyes completely black. His black stag backed away, out of fear of his lord's wrath. Faster than the eye could see, Kol was on his feet.
"Silence!"
The other gods begrudgingly silenced themselves after hearing Kol's thunderous voice. Finding calmness, he pulled back his wolf hood. "I know what you all are thinking."
'Why am I here?'
"Well, let me explain," he announced, "Bludvist is rising."
Fear was visible in their eyes. As much as they all tried to hide it, it was there. Bludvist was a force everyone feared.
"Stoick has sent his agents to secure allies for the upcoming war. That includes me." Everyone grew inquisition on their faces. "Out of desperation, Valka came to me, I am the first ally the Archipelago has gained."
"Your mo–" Thuggory caught his words after seeing Kol's demonic black eyes, "Valka came to you for support?"
Kol nodded, "Behind Stoick's back. She wanted me on their side before her husband could object."
"I bet that was a blow to his ego," Heather chuckled.
"Is that why you're hear," Camicazi asked "you're recruiting in Stoick's name?"
Kol hesitated, as he didn't know how to respond, "Yes and no."
The four gods watched curiously, inquisitive about what Kol wanted to say.
"All five of us have something in common. I don't need to say it, we all know what it is. Yes, am I here recruiting for Stoick's army. But I'm also hear with a proposal for all of you. If my plan works out, we'll all walk away feeling very satisfied." His grin made the others wary, but his sincerity was genuine and absolute.
Hearing his words, the other gods listened attentively. Every now and then a satisfied look crossed their faces. When it was all said and done, they'd have to thank Kol.
X
The discussion with Heather, Camicazi, Dagur, and Thuggory went well. Everyone was on board, with joining Stoick, and his proposition. With meeting done with, everyone walked away with a satisfied look. Kol wasn't boastful or prideful, but to him he did a damn good job with his sale's pitch.
He stood next to lake in the country of Wessex, as the mortals called it. He was outside the city, and far into the forest. His moon shown greatly through his darkness of Night.
Kol crouched to the water, and placed his palm against. The waters became still, black, and viscous. It was like ink. There was a low rumbling from the waters as the ground shook.
"Soon, my friend, soon. I will make Stoick pay for chaining you up. Soon you shall soar as far and wide as the universe will let you. Your freedom will be my greatest gift to you."
A monstrous, thunderous, ear-splitting roar blasted from the lake. It seemed as if an earthquake was happening. Glowing, acid green eyes pierced through the murky the waters. Bludvist was rising, and along with was Kol's mighty beast.
A/N: There's chapter 2. Hope you all liked. Thanks for guys, five positive reviews, and a PM, in two days, that's amazing! ( I guess I'm so hyped is because I normally don't do mainstream franchises for fanfiction.)
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