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 (Dan/Clockwork), 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.
Chapter 3: Foreign Lands, Foreign Times
Viking times, Dash realized, had its merits. Football was centuries away, but who needed it when conquering faraway lands was a viable alternative? His popular friends and those they stood above lived in the far future, but considering that he was mistaken for the son of a jarl, as the Vikings called their chiefs, and/or nobles, his status had only increased.
The language sounded like gibberish sometimes, but considering that there was a course-thingy that worked on the principle: 'if one is surrounded by a certain language, without any others that they understand, they end up learning the language 'cause, well, in order to succeed they have to know what the heck everyone's saying' he figured that after a while, their language would change from nonsense to sense.
Besides, in this place, with people that lacked knowledge of twenty-first century English, he could, say, flirt with the muscled Viking guys with said language, and have them only give him a WTF. Hot Viking males also seemed to number in the hundreds, which pleased Dash greatly.
Even the season made it easy to adapt. The Viking lands – Dash had no clue as to where he actually was, only that it was a Viking-inhabited place – in summer possessed the temperature of the USA, in spring or the cooler days of summer. Summer meant swimming, wrestling, ball games, and no or not much snow or cold. Fun, basically, though the Vikings meant it only as entertaining training.
Dash happened to be engaged in one of those activities right now: fighting while swimming. Or rather: fighting while swimming while acquiring an erection from the closeness to another male and hoping no one will notice. His current opponent knocked him to the side, leaving him almost having to spit out water as he splashed into the said liquid. Dash swam back, using a modern swimming stroke he doubted Vikings knew of, choosing a position where he had the advantage, and a good view and feel of the other male. He toppled the other over with a swing of his legs and his fists, causing a splash only slightly huger than the one he made when the other hit him. Dash smiled, enjoying the cheers of the Vikings, and the sensations caused by merely touching and eyeing another male.
Viking times: actually quite wonderful, if the differences didn't matter that much, if one considered some of them to even be improvements.
In a place that definitely wasn't the States, in a time far from the twenty-first century and all its technological awesomeness, knowing his servant wanted to send him to the afterlife and not come with him, preferring to rule this place and possibly the world, Tucker's happiness was at… one or less, he figured. To continue this Pokemon/Webkinz/whatever metaphor or analogy, if he was an Eevee, he'd have a snowball's chance in hell of evolving into either Espeon or Umbreon, and if he was a Webkinz, well, one would have to do the happiness activities over and over, over and over if they wanted it to even reach half the normal amount. In human terms, he was in a very bad mood.
He observed the building of a pyramid that may or may not be famous in the future, wondering what king had ordered it and why they still were working on it. Hotep-Ra stood at his side, ready to obey or twist his orders, or perhaps just throw him into the Nile and be done with this Prince-and-the-Pauper-without-the-Prince business.
Another, probably more loyal, servant or slave of his approached him, carrying food and apparently asking if he wanted it, though for all he knew, the servant or slave could be asking about the weather, or something else of that sort. He glanced at Hotep-Ra, hoping starvation-because-of-purposeful-mistranslation wasn't in his nefarious plans.
"Yeah… yes, I'd like some," Tucker said, pronouncing his words clearly.
Hotep-Ra translated his words, correctly, Tucker supposed, since he got what he asked for. He sighed in relief before picking off a few grapes and dropping them into his mouth.
"Hotep-Ra, you know, you could just send me back and take control that way, right?" Tucker asked, rolling his eyes and groaning. "That'd be awesome." He breathed in. "Nope, I won't go back and stop you."
"Yes, pharaoh, that is possible," Hotep-Ra responded. "However, even if you do not attempt to prevent me from taking control, your ghostly friend probably will feel an obligation to."
"Yeah, yeah, he's a ghostly superhero, obliged to save the world wherever he goes," Tucker sighed. "And your reign over Egypt and maybe the entire world if you're that ambitious probably will affect the world in numerous ways, turning it into an Egyptian land dedicated to worshipping you, which Danny won't like, so he'll save the world." He paused, sighing again. "I get it, I get it."
After consuming a few more of the grapes and taking a few gulps of the drink, Tucker sighed, none of that improving his mood. Even – no, no, especially - when playing the role of a pharaoh, as a piece in an evil plot, no one really seemed to care what he thought. He – obviously – wished someone would.