Disclaimer: I don't. Own. This. Movie. Seriously. This is FANfiction, NO ONE owns the fandoms they write stories for... Except OCs but that's rather obvious...
A/N: If you need any help understanding the Norse Gods and events, please refer to Ch.6 end author notes okay? New Years is almost here people! : D
Sorry for the rather random break-in of characters, I know other TxH shippers have done him before but I decided to put in a twist for his character. I am a guy, in case you aren't the type of person that ever bothers to look at an author's profile here on Fanfiction.
I can't really see myself having enough time to write an anthro/human (F) Toothless fanfic soon, but I know Alicehatter239 has a fic of this category, so check it out if that's something you want to see.
Chapter 7
Interlude of Dream
She smiled as she saw her perfect little human, dancing among the stars with her, drawing his path using the sun as a guide for him, a dance she could only do with Hiccup in her dreams, like this one, where they always had time to play and could even talk to each other...
Switching instantaneously without an explanation as dreams often do, they were flying above Berk, their friends beside them doing every flying trick imaginable, as Toothless's dream wanted them to do so.
The dream shook somehow, suddenly, Toothless looked around in fear as the entire dream state of the world shifted and distorted until she noticed she was alone in a black void, and roared out for her rider, but he was nowhere to be seen.
A harsh gust of wind blew by her, and she lost her balance and flew into the abyss of blackness...
Loki cringed as drops of poison fell on his back; every drop was a constant reminder of his imprisonment. He had slain his brother Baldr and Odin had punished him by sending him to hold a gigantic bowl under an eternally dripping poisonous snake, even going as far as to send his beloved wife Sigyn there. He had to empty the bowl sometimes when it was full, asking his wife to do so, allowing what should have been moments for his back to rest, but he was to stay there, even being forced to let the poison drip onto his back, burning away the god's skin and him wanting to get out of there, and call Vali to get revenge on Odin for trapping him there, even if he did kill his own brother.
He felt his powers of deception act up for a flash-second, and looked at his wife holding the enormous bowl, and gave it back to him, and he thrust it above his head yet again. Sigyn stared at him exasperatingly, "Come now, Loki..." He sighed angrily and was about to respond when he heard something enter their abysmal prison and they both tensed up, knowing the only things that ever dared go down to them was the occasional demon wanting to take his power as a god.
"I feel it, but..." There was something about the thing nearing to them he couldn't place, it was much too weak to be a demon or of any threat but still it bothered him thatanything would come here, of all places.
He shook his head and asked his wife to hold up the bowl and grab his swords in case the intruder proved dangerous and he needed to destroy it. What DID appear almost made him drop his blades, he would be lying (which he would've anyway as the god of deceit) to say he wasn't shocked at the thing before him.
Lying before them was what he suspected was a dragoness, a Night Fury even. He knew every type of dragon, thanks to having his own dragon son Jormungdr tell him of every dragon out there.
He narrowed his eyes sadistically, "So... care to tell mewhat you are doing HERE!" He hacked at the black dragoness with his swords, who roared in pain at the strike. "Just what I thought. Tch," He spat to his side in disgust. "You're not even really here. It's just another mortal having a dream." Toothless growled angrily, Mortal! I am a DRAGON, you-! She barely had enough time to duck before Loki almost slew her head off for her outburst.
Chuckling in annoyance and bemusement to the thought that the dragoness thought shecould actually intimidate HIM, he spoke out to her, "Foolish drache, I am the god Loki, I do not care if your fire could melt mountains, you are no more powerful than an ant to me." Realizing by the strange ethereal smell she seemed to be surrounded by, Toothless cringed, knowing it would be a terrible idea to anger a god, especially Loki.
And yet... She didn't even remember why she was there... He easily probed her mind of every thought, feeling, and sense she ever had all the way to the day she hatched. He was bored of reading her mind, a cliché lifestyle of a dragon clan being taken over by a ''queen'' until he dug up the more recent memories of her fall and friendship by and with her rider, Hiccup.
A human managing to ride a Night Fury? Interesting... She may not be a worm after all, Loki thought, chuckling darkly at his joke of calling her a simple 'worm' instead of a dragon 'wyrm'.
He kept digging up more and more of her precious memories until he came up to the ones of her realization of love for her human, and Loki's eyes widened in surprise, a drache IN love WITH a human?
Now the Night Fury seemed much more on the brink of disturbing and therefore commanding Loki's total interest. He looked over at his wife holding the bowl with relative difficulty, but then again it had just been drained, and came upon the memory of what she had done with her rider not hours ago.
His jaw dropped, the dragoness shifting about uneasily since she noticed the Norse god gazing deeply into her, unnerving her like he was staring right into her soul. I can't fight him... But what can I do? He's a god; even a dragoness like me can see that, Toothless thought. Loki regained his composure and wickedly smiled at her, an idea forming into his head.
Speaking rather haughtily, Loki asked her, "Drache... You love the human you call your rider, is that right?" Toothless froze, him knowing such a thing frightened her. "So Drache..." She bristled in annoyance and fear; my name is Toothless. Loki laughed at her attempt of intimidating him again. "Toothless, Drache, Night Fury, it matters not. I... have a deal to make if you'd like, Drache." She growled under her breath, common sense telling her dealing with a god could only end horribly.
"Now, hear me out, why don't you..." The dragoness cringed, feeling things grasping at her in the darkness beyond them. "...Unless you'd rather play with the demons outside." Toothless nervously looked behind her, seeing dozens of sadistic red eyes gazing at her, and she sighed inwardly as she was screwed over.
Loki smiled, winking off at his wife with an idea, and she smiled slightly. What is it you want Loki? Toothless asked, wincing at how strange her voice sounded in the black realm. "Simple, Drache. A trade of course. I'll give you the power to speak and mate, or whatever it is you mortals do with each other..."
Frowning, Toothless asked, Interesting... But what is it you want to trade? Don't lie. I may be mortal, but I am a dragoness, and I can tell if you're lying. It was a fib of course, but she needed it to make sure she didn't agree to something she'd regret later... and no deal with Loki was out of the question, those ...things somehow looked like an even worse idea than trading with Loki.
Loki easily caught her lie (being who he was) but ignored it and continued, "What I want is your and your rider's body-" He raised his sword dangerously as he saw Toothless about to object. "-The moment after you two die." Toothless was visibly upset, the deal seemed too sketchy, too un-detailed to be good. What else, you're hiding something? She snarled. Loki smiled, much like the way a businessman would to lure a skeptical customer in. "The catch is that you both need to die in a period of one day, either die together, or one after the other."
Sighing, she simply asked, "I have no choice do I?" He shook his head. UGH. Well... What do I get for having you possess our DEAD corpses? "You'll see soon Drache. But you'll be very excited to TELL your owner for sure, perhaps even talk about your future..." She growled at him calling Hiccup her owner, but her ears flicked, a warm feeling spreading across her body, and everything started to get fuzzier and fuzzier. Wait Loki! Did you- "The deal is done Drache, whether or not you 'agree' to it. Goodbye, I'll see you very, very, soon." He smiled as he went back over to his wife and took back the bowl filling with venom, her last fuzzy sight of them smiling at each other, then at her.
Everything went white.
A/N: Yeah this chapter is kind of short, but it felt weird to put it in with another part of the story. I don't know, like it feels to different to be with something else.
On the plus side, I got Super Scribblenauts and the 25th Mario anniversary game for Wii, also FINALLY got the first actual HTTYD book by Cowell. You know, I'm open to a few suggestions at this point...I kinda can't think of what to put in next after this though...
Murr... But I got out of school on Friday, so I should have more time to work on this story :D
Thanks and (oh South Park, you're so offensive) happy holidays!
