Dresden Files


Well, there's this. With me around, you have a lot more flair and panache than the normal inhabitant of this loop.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, Wizard (he's in the phone book) tried to shut out his familiar. And failed.

Okay, Toothless, look. The whole point of this is that I'm a wizard, in a cultural setting where wizardry is secret. I don't need panache, I need disguise.

Toothless snorted. You're lucky I agreed to being miniature for the loop.


"Okay, time to take stock. I'm pretty tired. A horde of Necromancers with incredibly powerful zombies are in the park, preparing to perform the Darkhallow and basically ascend to godhood."

We sound fairly screwed to me.

"Ah, but that is where you're wrong. Because we're Loopers. And if I recall correctly, you've been chafing at the bit to go to full size for the last three years. What's several hundred year old zombies, compared to a fully grown dragon?"

Toothless looked distant for a moment. Can I be a dragon from this setting?

"Wait, you can actually DO that here?" The little lizard nodded smugly. "Now I feel sorry for everyone else ever. Through all of time."

Aww…

"Did I say I was going to stop you? Let's go have fun!"


"And now, we shall OH F-"

Hiccup nodded to himself as Toothless' first blast of fire went off, like a nuke focused down to a grenade. "Yep. That's some good schadenfreude right there."

Seeing the Big Bads who he'd been running from most of the latest adventure being hit by the kind of wrecking ball violence a dragon could bring to bear in this universe was very, very satisfying. It was also gratifying to know that Toothless probably could have managed to handle them post-Darkhallow.

Taking them all out with a reptile the size of a building feels just so right, too…


Percy Jackson


"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! Now, what kind of powers do you have? It'll help us work out where you're supposed to go."

"Uh…" Hiccup frowned. "I'm quite good at making things…"

"Right, right. Hephaestus, possibly."

"But then I'm also good with animals. Well, one animal."

"Ah, could be Artemis. Wait, no, she's the Hunter. Hmmm…"

"And is there such a thing in Greek Mythology as a dragon?"

Chiron paused. "I think there is, but I'll have to check."


Five minutes later, he was poring over a copy of Jason and the Argonauts and another of Medea. "Right. Medea was descended from the Sun God, Helios, and she had a chariot drawn by two dragons that he sent."

The ancient Centaur looked a bit embarrassed. "I don't think we have a Helios building. Might cause some trouble."

Hiccup shrugged. "We'll deal with that if we come to it… I hope. How do I check?"

"The fountain. Over there, where the sign is."

He looked. "That's in Ancient Greek. I can't read it."

"What? That's not right. Half bloods are supposed to be able to read Greek, it's modern English that gives them trouble."

"Can't read that very well either. In fact," he continued as Chiron led him over to the fountain, "I do best with runes."

He took a sip from the fountain, and a symbol appeared above his head.

Chiron evaluated it. "Huh. That's new. Laughing mouth with moustache? And it's in red, too."

"Oh, great. Loki. As if my day wasn't strange enough." Then Hiccup brightened. "Though, if this means…" he stretched out an arm, and concentrated. "Framherja!"

A great, golden bow materialized in his grip. With a sure motion, he drew the string back and it formed a crackling lightning bolt. "Ah, it's good to have the old girl back again."

Chiron blinked. "Sorry, what?"

"Turns out that my descent is from a Norse God. This is the daughter of Mjolnir. Hey, Toothless, you want to check yourself?"

The centaur was still trying to absorb that when something bumped into him from behind.

'scuse me.

Whirling, he saw a twenty foot dragon lumber up to the fountain and take a drink of his own, which produced a red hammer and a similarly coloured face. One side of the face was perfect and unmarred, the other hideous.

Hiccup sniggered. "This means you're the unholy offspring of Thor and Hel themselves, right?"

Just thinking about the first date is giving me a headache.


Narnia


"You know what? No."

Aslan looked at Hiccup. "Why not, my son?"

"Okay, first of all, I'm from a completely different cultural tradition so all the religious references are going way over my head. Second, you don't get to claim things like 'I can only be seen if you believe in me'. You. Are. A. God. That's just code for 'I'm screwing with you.' I mean, I've met the invisible pink unicorn. Nice, but a bit annoyed that her invisibility spell won't run down. And third, rightful king is ridiculous. If you're claiming that these lands are old Narnian instead of belonging to the Telmarines, then it's us lot who have to rule it, and you're not bringing us into that again. On the other hand, if you're saying that the Prince is the rightful ruler then these lands are Telmarine and the Narnians are a displaced conquered people."

He then looked hurt. "I mean, Astrid, Ruff, Tuff and I spent decades negotiating those treaties with Archenland and Calormen. Are they null, then?"

"They have been forgotten. Such do mortal minds behave."

"Right. Again with this. You should really let everyone else know the rules as well."

Hiccup waved an arm in the air, and a circling black dot began to descend followed by two others. "Tell you what. We'll install a republican government instead. I think four dragonriders should be able to make it stick."


"You are kidding."

"Nope. Caspian won the election."

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I suspect tampering."

"You're not alone there." Astrid muttered. "I didn't like the way he looked at me, either. And you know how Vikings feel about his type."

"Er, that they're pathetically bad at fighting and only their good sense in hiring us redeems them?"

"That's it."

I have to say I agree. At least terms are limited in this government. Vote Dragon at the next election!


Game of Thrones


"Right, that's it. I'm off." Hiccup snapped his fingers, and Toothless materialized next to him. "I'm tired of feudal societies. Sort your own flippin' civil war out, I've got books to read."

The other members of house Frey watched silently as he vanished, then shrugged and turned back to their plans for the Red Wedding.

There were other heirs.


"What, seriously?" Hiccup asked, shocked.

"Indeed, Sire. There are no other legitimate claimants. Masterful strategy, if I might be so bold."

"All I did was leave and experiment with magic for five years."

The Kingsguard officer shrugged. "Yes. The entire rest of the nobility wiped one another out. You're the sole inheritor of Westeros."

Another dumped a stack of paper on the table. "Here's the inheritances that need signing."


Lion King


"Oh, come on." Hiccup muttered to himself. "Lion? Seriously? At least I can still speak reasonably recognizably."

Sniggering came from behind him. He turned, to see three Hyena.

A brief check of his form's pre-Loop memories explained just about everything.

"Okay, shove off, canids. Before I get annoyed."

"You?" Banzai laughed. "Hey, guys! The lion cub's trying to posture just like his dad. But dad's not here to save you this time."

"No, he's not. Which is strange, because you coming here to the Elephant Graveyard is deliberately leaving his protection. Does someone have daddy issues?" Shanzi asked maliciously, directing her two packmates to start surrounding Hiccup.

Ed didn't say anything. Well, apart from laughing.

Stand by ready. Set up.

The three hyenas stopped laughing. Apart from Ed.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard something."

Hiccup got a canary-eating grin on his face. "Behind you."

Shanzi gestured at Banzai, who looked. "Oh."

Starlight Breaker.

"Don't worry! It's non lethal!" Hiccup called into the crater. "Though you might wish it was. I'll be back later."


"Hey, Uncle, what does 'violent coup' mean?"

Scar twitched. "Now, why are you asking that, Nephew?"

"Oh, I just heard someone talking about it. I think it was a zebra. Possibly an antelope. But anyway, they were saying they overheard a hyena talking about plans for a violent, ah… that was it. Violent, ironic coup. Who do you think they were talking about?"

Scar snarled behind his impassive façade. The boy knew too much. He waited until the cub turned away, and swiped at him.

"But then," the voice came from behind him. His paw throbbed with the impact on the floor of his cave – he'd missed. Somehow.

"I think about how the only really ironic thing is how, since we practice salic consanguinity rather than salic primogeniture, you're not the ruler even though dad's younger than you are! Do you think that might be related? I mean, you have a lot of hyena around."

Scar kicked out with his back leg, aiming to slam the boy against the back of the cave. As soon as he'd done so, Hiccup appeared in front of him and leaned casually against one of his front knees, overbalancing him.

As he hit the floor with a whoof, Hiccup frowned. "That must have hurt. Anyway, thinking about it I think it must be salic gavelkind. Since grandad's heirs each got some of his land, and all. Possibly it's even semisalic. Do you have any female blood relatives, and did they inherit anything?"

As Scar rolled back to his paws, now openly growling, a bossy voice asking "Where are you?" came from outside the cave, along with the flapping of wings.

Ah, just brilliant. Now he had to kill the minder as well, and while he could just about explain away his inconvenient nephew as being a fall, it would be hard to make a story about a bird going over a cliff to its death pass muster.

Then a gigantic black monster came in the door.

"Ah, hello Toothless. Toothless, meet my uncle Scar. He's annoyed about the relative size of his inheritance and wants to mount a violent coup. Do you think you could drop him in the ocean?"

Anything Goes was fun, especially when used on overconfident enemies. That was more or less its' speciality as a martial art. It even worked when the user was quadrupedal, but then Ranma had put a lot of work into it since he had started Looping.

Now, what to do with the rest of the Loop… perhaps invent gunpowder again?


BOLOverse


The Final War destroyed almost everything. Two interstellar civilizations, the Melconian Empire and the Concordiate of Humanity, fought each other in a stupid, pointless, self sustaining war until there was nobody left to fight and nothing to fight with. Thousands upon thousands of worlds scorched, dusted, infected, or in some cases killed the old fashioned way. With war machines hundreds of feet long, spitting focused bolts of nuclear fire at other war machines and at infantry and at civilians, even the robotic minds of the super heavy tanks fallen prey to the madness of Ragnarok.

But life is hard to destroy, and while civilization on some planets fell too far for even farming, they never forgot that they had once flown among the stars.

One such world was known to its' inhabitants as Rukbat. There weren't many of them – barely three thousand survivors of a planet that had once been home to billions.

They lived on an island in the polar seas. Not by choice, but because the local super heavy tanks had been infected by a virus. They had killed one another, and the last one left believed that everything was the Enemy.

Well, it had.


Okay, Toothless, you've got to be out there somewhere. I recognize this universe, only one place has Melconians. At least I'm, well, not one.

After a moment's pause, Hiccup 'heard' a reply. Oh, brilliant. This virus is in my targeting systems, not anything I can actually mess with. Any ideas?

You're the Bolo?

Yes. The techno-empathic link sniggered, which felt strange. Unit XXXIII/D-10125-TLS "Toothless", Mark XXXIII Bolo, at not even my own dubious service. You're going to have to get in range of my audio pickups to actually reset this damn viral overlay. Any ideas?

Yeah. We've got longboats. I'll just get Ruff, Tuff, Snotlout, Fishlegs and Astrid to help me steal one and come over to the mainland. Can you turn your weapons off somehow?

I'm completely out of expendables, and my reactor ran dry about five years ago. I'll use up all my regular power with flight mode and battle screen, time turning up to about three in the morning.


"What the hel is that?" Snotlout whispered, looking up at the gigantic, silent war machine in front of them. "It is one of the Ragnarok Trolls?"

"No, idiot." Astrid replied, slapping him on the shoulder. "It's a Bolo, not a Melconian machine. Besides, Trolls were about twenty years out of date by the final stages of Operation Ragnarok."

"How'd you know this was here, Hiccup?" Ruff asked curiously as they approached.

"I just wanted to see one. Hmm…" he walked right up to it.

"Is it safe?" Tuff asked next.

"There's only one working Bolo on the planet." Fishlegs said. "But I think this might be it, because if it's not the working one then how did it get here? And where's the big hole? You have to use a Hellbore to kill a Bolo…"

By now Hiccup had started climbing on it. Most of his friends watched in awe as the "runt", who had already done something insanely risky, started just getting ridiculous.

"Hey, there's a running plate up here." He called down softly, brushing away two decades of caked on mud and dust. "Thirty-three-D, one-oh-one-two-five TLS."

There was a clunk, and systems all over the war machine lit up. Most of the teens scrambled for the water in fright.

Hiccup clung on, having guessed something like this would happen.

"Unit One-Zero-One-Two-Five TLS reporting for duty, Commander."

Really, Toothless? Was a Creche-level reset the only option?

You wouldn't be thinking that in such an exasperated tone if you saw the mess my programs are in. I swear that virus actually hijacked the Omega Worm.

Well, it would have to, to get any Bolo to fire on humans.


Stoic felt the rumbling first. Then the enormous war machine emerged from the spray, suddenly, too suddenly for him to do more than curse his luck - as the colony he had sweated blood to preserve was doomed.

Then a hatch opened in the front and the missing teens staggered out, led by Hiccup wearing some kind of earpiece.

"It followed me home, Dad. Can we keep it?"


Friendship is Magic


"You are kidding."

The small green Toothless looked over at his (unusually, four-legged) companion through time and space. "Afraid not. This place is mainly populated by ponies."

As Hiccup – well, his memories said he was called Hocus Hiccup, which was even worse than normal – contemplated this, a cyan… pegasus?... came through the door.

"Hey, Twi, what's the plan for – you're not Twilight. Where is she?"

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Never seen her before. Is she the local Loop anchor? I think I've replaced her."

"Don't know what 'anchor' you're talking about, don't care. Where is she, buster?"

Hiccup and Toothless exchanged glances. "Welcome to your first fused loop, then. Sorry, you're not getting your friend – Twilight, right? – this loop. I'm taking her place for all intents and purposes."

The cyan pegasus looked suspicious for another second, then closed her eyes and concentrated. Hiccup felt some strange, deep magic pulse for a moment.

"Okay, yeah, she's not anywhere I can feel for some reason. I'll believe you… for now. Until AJ can give you a look over, anyway."

"Another looper? Sorry, another time looping person?"

"Yeah, she is. Oh, I'm Rainbow Dash – but you can call me awesome."

"Suddenly I'm reminded of Astrid." Hiccup muttered to Toothless, who nodded in return.


As Nightmare Moon proclaimed her eternal reign, Hiccup looked to the five native Loopers. "This happen every time?"

"Like clockwork." The orange pony – AJ – said wearily. "Last few times, Twi had us blast her with the elements mid-speech for the hell of it."

"Does it have to be that? Or can she be defeated another way?"

"She can!" The pink pony said. "We usually use Spikezilla every twenty or so loops!"

"Right. Toothless, you're on."

The little dragon nodded, and ran forward. As the girls gasped, he swelled and shifted form into the twenty foot lithe predator from Berk, then took wing.

"Fun fact." Hiccup said, brightly. "Toothless' breed of dragon is called the Night Fury. They're nearly invisible in the dark, and they've evolved as ambush predators against other flying entities at night."

Blue flame shot through the air and erupted on something overhead. Wing! Two points!

The next shot was green. Oh, cool. The postal magic can mix in with my fire… hey, Hiccup?

Yeah?

I just found out how to teleport other objects at range.

Hiccup winced in sympathy for any enemy they would fight in the future. Ever. Except possibly Aizen, who frankly deserved it.

A green fire burned overhead for a moment, and a startled looking Princess Luna slammed into the ground horn first.

Toothless alighted next to her, looking incredibly smug, and shifted back to his loop-native form. "I just teleported her armour right off her. Who's awesome?"

Pinkie raised a hoof. "Ooh, I know this one! It's Dash!"

"You know it!"

Toothless looked slightly deflated. "Whatever. Regardless, Rider, that power is a keeper."

Fluttershy eeped. "Um… did you say, rider? As in, dragon rider?"

"Yeah, I'm normally bipedal. Human, actually, if that means anything to… you?"

All of them were staring at him.

Rarity spoke first. "You mean Lyra was actually right?"

With a sigh, Toothless reached into Hiccup's mane, connected to his subspace pocket and pulled out some projection equipment. "We're going to have to give them the 'welcome to the multiverse' talk. Why is it always us?"

"Ranma's having a year off?" Hiccup suggested, then sniggered at the thought of how he'd take this universe. Wild horse indeed… especially since the gender ratio seemed about five to one in favour of female, here.


Meanwhile, in an entirely different universe, Harry Potter watched with interest as Quirrelmort was used as a ping-pong ball by the unicorn he'd tried to kill.

"And this is for basing your strategy on inadequate research!"

Note to self, make sure this unicorn never meets Hermionie.

A phoenix flamed in for a moment, then vanished towards Hagrid's hut and the young dragon within.

Huh. I thought he didn't feel like Fawkes. And Norbert wasn't female… wonder if that's linked somehow.


"So, how do we beat Discord this time?" Dash asked. "New guy, you got any ideas?"

Hiccup mulled over everything he'd been told about the chaos entity. "Okay, I know. I'll Befriend him."

"We tried that. Pinkie's the only one who can do it reliably."

"You're not familiar with Nanoha's world. The word has a different meaning there. Toothless?"

The rest of them looked over to the black dragon – and didn't find him. Instead there was a small black octahedron.

Stand by. Ready.

Hiccup picked Toothless' Device form up in a hoof. "Right, let's go."


"Ah, hello." Discord said, emerging from the stained glass window.

Hiccup tilted his head, examining the magic. "Okay, this'll work." With a thought, he transferred Raising Dragon to his back, where it transformed into a kind of harness with a pair of gigantic cannons.

Set up. Blaster-three.

With a grin, Hiccup planted his hoof. The floor cracked, and strings music came from nowhere. "I always wanted to do this."

Firing Lock is cancelled.

"Oh, I saw this…" Discord said, sounding nervous. "Can't remember how it ended, though."

Cartridge load. Divine Buster.

"Right, right, that was it." The draconequus fled the palace through the window.

Pinkie grinned. "I remember this video too!" Her voice changed slightly. "He's going to blast right through the walls? Oh dear sweet mother of Celestia!"

Said deity's eyes widened, just before the gigantic eruption of magic demolished one of the load-bearing walls of her palace.


"Owie." Discord said, coughing out smoke.

There didn't seem to be much else to say.


Halo


"Ah, I see. Unlike my teleports, the coordinates have to be-"

MCPO H-117 slapped his helmet. "You did that on purpose."

"Fine." Toothless, Smart AI, said with a huff. "You try saving the captain without my help, then."

Hiccup glanced over at the wall separating them from the control room of the Truth and Reconciliation. "That grille. It's made out of five centimetre thick exotic armour."

"So tell me something we don't know."

"Wraith armour is thicker than that, and all it takes to get through that is a couple of rockets." The Master Chief slung his rocket launcher off his back, and extracted six rockets from their disposable tubes. Cramming half his stock of grenades into the pile, he moved to a nearby corner, tossed a Plasma grenade and dove out of line of sight.

A colossal explosion blew down the thin wall, and Hiccup rushed in with his shotgun at the ready.

"Huh." Toothless commented, looking at the smashed Flood. "They were standing far too close."

"Happens." Hiccup let the armour's strength enhancers do most of the work as he extracted Captain Keyes from the forming proto-gravemind. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Scanning… probably not. Not with the technology this world has, anyway."

Hiccup reached into nothingness, and pulled out a simple Japanese sword. "Then we cheat."

The Zanpakuto Hisagomaru had as its property that it could absorb wounds, using them to charge it. There didn't seem to be any practical limit.

Hiccup shrugged, plunged the 'weapon' into the Captain's leg, and watched with some satisfaction as it stripped the Flood infection from him entirely.

Absently putting Jacob Keyes into his subspace pocket, he examined the Zanpakuto, which was covered in eerie violet light.

"I didn't know this thing could overcharge."

"Neither did Hanataro. Try using it."


A glowing arc of energy sliced Halo in half.


"Wow."

"Agreed." Toothless muttered, as Truth and Reconciliation began to fall apart around them. "Hey, there's a Phantom three decks down. Those have slipspace drives."

"On it."


The Gravemind hissed, and brought its' final catch into the view of the other.

Hiccup stared at the unusually short Elite, clad in the ornate armour of the Arbiter. "Hang on, is that…"

"Finally." Astrid muttered. "You have any idea how annoying it is to be a female Fleetmaster, even before you blew up most of my fleet back on Halo?"

"Er, sorry?"

"It seems your fates were once entwined, as now they are again.

Take you that fire and fury hence, and-."

The Gravemind exploded in a torrent of ionized particles.

"Hey, I just found the remote operation mode for a Covenant battlecruiser." Toothless said. "Feels like old times. You know, invisible death from above, that kind of thing."

Chief and Arbiter landed heavily, and backed against one another. Astrid threw Hiccup a spare energy sword.

"Oh, great. Time to be a Viking again." Hiccup said with a sigh. "Strand yourself in Hel, then fight a way out. I preferred it when we had vehicles."

"That's Looping for you." Astrid shrugged. "Hey, at least the Covenant is falling apart. Should be fun."

"Your idea of fun scares me." Hiccup moaned.


Pokémon


Lugia erupted from the sea, ready to defend his chosen one from the three rioting legendaries, only to find…

A smug looking shiny charizard and three beaten-up birds lying around.

Hiccup finished looking through his pack and tossed Poké balls at all three, capturing them. "Well, this'll make the League easy."

"Char." Toothless agreed, before looking annoyed. He'd been trying to work out how to speak in this universe ever since meeting the bizarre Meowth.

"That's not really what you're supposed to do." Lugia admonished. "I know they cause trouble, but capturing them usually wrecks the climate."

"I got all three at once, so maybe it won't be such a problem." Hiccup asked. "That said, we do need to reset the weather. Someone could get a Castform over here, perhaps?"


Fate


Runes flared, and light blossomed in front of Sakura Matou as her summoning circle triggered.

A young man in leather armour appeared with a bang, and the elder Matou watching her from the corner raised an eyebrow.

It appeared she had been successful. For once, he thought.

"Uh, hang on, never done this before." The presumed Heroic Spirit said, steadying himself. "Er… servant Rider. Upon your summoning I have come forth. I ask of you, are you my master?"

Rider. Not too poor a Servant, though that depended of course on his abilities. Hopefully he would be able to help Shinji win the Grail War, or kill someone else at least – there were backups in place for any situation.


"So, what use are you?" Shinji asked, rudely.

"Hey, where'd the one who summoned me go?" Hiccup stretched, feeling the lightness that came with being a Heroic Spirit. It wasn't bad, having a mana bond.

"You don't need to concern yourself with the useless bitch. I'm your Master now." He held up the command seals on his arm. "What are your abilities as a Servant, anyway?"

Hiccup shrugged. "Good at riding, I have a supernatural mount, I've got a bow, and you're an idiot if you want me to show them off in the middle of a crowded area just as the Grail War starts."

"About that. You'll have to drain civilians for power, I don't have enough to-"

Hiccup formed Framherja in a tenth of a second. His arrow went into Shinji's elbow on the arm with the command seals and blasted it off. "See, this is why I wanted to go with the girl. She seemed nice."

Shinji started swearing at Hiccup, at his sister – adopted, apparently – at his grandfather, at everything.

Hiccup ignored him, turning to an open space. "So much for a low profile. Kindness of Youth."

The familiar tail-piece materialized, then Toothless. Wow, you didn't last long with him this time.

"I hate this universe. It's too full of intrigue for my taste. What do you say we go mess with Shirou for a bit?"

I'm up for it.


Shirou twitched. He could have sworn there was something watching him, but every time he looked around there was nobody there, and nobody else had said anything.

A rush of wind buffeted him, and he looked around for the source. Nothing.

Then he turned back to the road, and saw some kind of dragon-thing hiding in an empty skip, with a small leafy branch in front of its' face.

"What the-"

I'm spotted! boomed out over the area, though apparently only he heard it. Cheese it!

The creature vanished with a crack of thunder.


Well? Hiccup asked.

He's seen me twice now, I give it three more goes before he starts questioning his sanity. What then?

Then, we knock him out with a two-by-four, leave him on his front porch with a half-empty bottle of scotch, and never come back here this Loop.

Toothless purred, a deep rumbling sound. I like your style.


Home


Right, it's done, Toothless sent. Every dragon within flight range of Berk is on holiday in the Caribbean.

Hiccup nodded to himself. Thanks. I fancied a quiet Loop.


"I'm telling you, Gobber, it's a disaster!" Stoic said, shaking his head. "Three days without any attacks and we're all going stir crazy!"

Gobber absently punched a Viking in the face as the latter tried to attack him. "I see what you mean. We're a little used to letting off steam every now and again."

"You have to let us use the ones in the training arena!"

"Can't do that, Stoic." Gobber shrugged. "They're gone as well. Don't know how it happened."

The big Vikings sighed. What was a Viking to do without dragons around?


"Er, Hiccup."

"Oh, hey dad." Hiccup stood up from his desk. "Sorry I haven't been doing very well at training, but, then, there's only so much you can do with a wooden cutout, heh…"

"Yes, about that." Stoic sat down. "Now, I know you're… different, compared to the rest of us. Smarter, in other words. And, well, we need help."

"What's the problem?"

Stortlout crashed through the wall, picked himself up, and charged back towards the thrower.

"Well, more or less that." The big Viking sighed. "It's two weeks since the last time anyone saw a dragon. And we're all going completely mad. There's no way to work out frustrations!"

"So…" Hiccup said, curious.

"So, I need you to find out what made the dragons go away. We need them back!"

The boy blinked. "Sure, fine. I'll see what I can do."


What, already?

Yes, Toothless. Fifteen days and they want them back. Yes, you won the bet.


Two days after that, a black dragon with a human on top led several hundred dragons to land on the edges of Berk's field.

"Alright!" Hiccup shouted. "The team who get the oval ball-" he threw it into the centre, "-into the posts the most times by sundown is the winner!"

"What are the rules?" Fishlegs shouted back, being one of the only people actually able to react with something that wasn't shock.

"No lethal weaponry. If it's not lethal, it's fine."

There was a pause.

"Wait, that's it?" Snotlout called next. "I like this game! Come on, everyone!"

Hiccup and Toothless, both wearing large striped black-and-white shirts (Toothless' one fitted surprisingly well), dove to opposite sides as the colossal scrimmage began.

Nothing like a good game of rugby.


AN: Well, I came back to this.

Framherja is a bow from the very good fic Hitchups. I thought it would make sense as Hiccup's "legendary weapon" for things like the Fate universe.