Hello everyone! How's it going? I'm ready for warm weather to return. After the holidays I'm done with cold weather. T_T
But whatever. I don't own any of the smurfs Johan or Peewit. They belong to Peyo.
Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21
Livy belongs to me.
Enjoy! :D
The Vikings charged into the sea-side market. Weapons of every shape and size held high in the air above their heads and people began to run off in a panic, trying to get away from the behemoths.
"I think we'll cut this shopping trip short." Peewit yelped as he and Livy took off running. "Biquette! Where are you?!"
A crowd of people ran between the two teens separating them but Peewit failed to notice this for he tripped over some walnuts that had been knocked onto the ground. The jester yelled and fell forward, losing his grip on the bag. The smurfs went flying and landed in a barrel of flour while Peewit went head first into a wheelbarrow of fish.
"Peewit! Livy!" Smurfette yelled.
"Safe in his saddlebag?" Grandpa scoffed. "Fiddlesmurfs!"
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"Peewit?! Peewit!" Livy tried to call but her voice were drowned out by the sounds of the paniced crowd. She had seen Peewit trip over the walnuts but didn't see where her had landed. She pushed her way through the crowd and made her way to the general direction where she last saw him.
"Peewit! Where are you?"
"Livy!"
Livy looked to where the voice had called from and only saw a wheelbarrow of fish. Wait, did the fish just move?
"By Odin a storm is coming." Derek the Red-A tall man in his late thirties with a cleft chin and thick red hair and matching moustache and the leader of the Vikings-announced as he looked at the quickly darkening sky. "To the dragon boat my warriors."
"Aye Derek!" all the vikings called to their leader and quickly hurried to the boat, taking their loot with them.
Livy caught a quick flash of blonde hair from the fish filled wheelbarrow before a Viking grabbed it and began to push it to the boat. That flash of blonde let her know all that she needed to know. Peewit was in that wheelbarrow and now was being taken to the ship.
"Well this day just keeps getting better and better." she mumbled bitterly. Quickly Livy ran to the nearest barrel and hopped in, closing the lid and sealing herself in complete darkness. The only source of light coming from the small knot hole in the side. She felt the barrel being picked up and through the knot hole she could see herself approaching the dock and then felt herself being loaded onto the boat.
Once she realized the coast was clear, Livy quickly but quietly climbed out of the barrel and then made her way over to where the wheelbarrows were located, ducking behind things whenever a Viking passed.
"Peewit?" Livy whispered crouching behind the wheelbarrow when she reached it. The fish moved and out popped the jesters head.
"Boy am I glad to see you!" Peewit whispered.
"Where are the smurfs?"
"I don't know. I dropped my saddlebag when I tripped."
"Peewit!"
"I'm sorry! But you saw how chaotic it was out there!"
Livy sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Just come on. Let's get out of..."
Both Peewit and Livy's stomach's drop as the deadening thud of the gang plank sounded as it was brought up. Two seconds later the ship jerked and started moving.
"Here..."
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Lightening flashed across the dark gray sky and the wild waves rocked the dragon boat in all directions. This storm was as bad as the one that caused Livy, Johan and Peewit to ship wreck on Feeble Island more than two years prior.
"By Odin gods of Valhallah! I've never seen a fiercer storm!" Derek yelled over the howling winds. Waves splashed over the sides of the ship and repeatedly soaked the Vikings. "So keep a firm hand on the tiller men!"
"Aye Derek!" the Vikings said in unison.
The boat was rocking so much that one of the barrels knocked over. Flour poured out onto the wet deck...along with the smurfs!
"Grandpa! Were free!" Nat cheered. Happy to finally see light again after being stuck in that pitch black barrel for smurf knows how long.
"Oh but where are we?" Smurfette asked looking around.
"On a very big boat in a very bad storm." Brainy said ominously as he looked out at the rough waters through a knot hole in the side of the ship. A wave rose up and smacked him in the face. "A VERY bad storm! So I say the smart thing to do is make a raft and escape."
"Fiddlesmurfs!" Grandpa cried holding onto a peg used to hold the ropes that held up the sails. Another wave reached over the side and soaked the yellow clad smurf. "In these seas we'd be caught like a smurf in the wind."
"Just as I was saying Grandpa. We wait the storm out." a now dripping wet Brainy back tracked.
"Well at least we got plenty of food." Greedy piped up trying to look on the bright side as he bit into a fish.
"And plenty of company!"
"Smurfaroo! So you two got smurfnapped to." Nat mused as they spotted Peewit and Livy peeking out from behind a barrel.
"Hmph! I'm not surprised." Grandpa huffed under his breath but their attention was quickly brought back to the Vikings.
"These sails are loose Olaf. You didn't tie them tight enough." Derek said to a large muscular, bald viking with tan skin and a long light brown beard.
"Sorry my lord." Olaf apologized as he tightened the sails. When Derek had his back turned to them and looked over the side of the ship, Olaf turned to his much shorter sidekick, Lars.
"Now's your chance Lars. One great push and the waves will drag him under."
Livy's eyes widened as she watched as Lars snuck up behind Derek and prepared to push the viking leader overboard.
Livy opened her mouth to shout out a spell when suddenly-
"WHOA!" Peewit yelped as the boat tipped forward causing Peewit to slip on a puddle of water, crash into Livy, and slide across the deck before crashing into Lars knocking all three of them to the ground.
"Way to go Peebrain." Livy groaned glaring daggers at the shorter boy. Peewit opened his mouth to snap back but stopped upon seeing the now very angry looking Lars glaring at them.
"Oops! Sorry! Entirely our fault." Peewit nervously apologized.
"These decks can get really slippery you know." Livy nervously chuckled.
"Ah stowaways!" Lars growled while Olaf came up from behind and grabbed the teens, lifting them off the ground. "And stowaways are thrown overboard."
"MOMMA!" Peewit shrieked in fear as Olaf held the two over the side of the boat but just as Olaf was about to let them go and drop them in the water-
"Hold Olaf!" Derek cried rushing over. Olaf and the other Vikings turned to their leader with confusion written all over their faces. "Look at the boy's face!"
"Aye it would fill me cabins with seaweed." Olaf replied in a "Get to the point." tone of voice.
"Yeah! Seaweed! Hehehe." Lars laughed giddy. Even Livy let out a small snicker much to the jester's annoyance.
"I say the boy is the one foretold by legends. He has reappeared on a stormy night. Just as the ruins prophiscied."
"Prophiscied?" Livy asked as her and Peewit looked at each other. Olaf brought the boy closer to him and got a closer look at his face. Then shook his head no.
"But the legend says he would also be riding a magical steed."
No sooner had the Viking said those words was a bleating sound heard. Biquette ran out from nowhere and butted Olaf in the back, causing him to drop Livy and Peewit.
"I've got you oh Great One." Derek said as he caught Peewit in his arms. Livy wasn't so lucky and fell on the floor landing on her back.
"Oh Great One?!" Livy and Peewit said in unison.
"Oh Great One?" The smurfs asked themselves from where they were hiding.
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"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Livy said in disbelief later that day when they had finally arrived at the Viking's island.
"It is him!" the Vikings shouted and cheered. Livy, Peewit and Derek were standing infront of the crowd in front of a stone slab. On the slab was written some words in the Viking language but near the top of the slab was carved a picture of Peewit's face.
"Behold! The ruin stones do not lie!" Derek said excitedly as he pointed to the slab and then turned to Peewit. "You are the Great Warrior of Legend."
"Yes. I know that face anywhere." Peewit said cheekily as he admired the carving.
"We have been waiting a long long time to give you your armor." A little girl with bright red braided hair, and freckles wearing a light purple colored dress and a pale yellow apron said as she placed a too big winged Viking helmet on Peewit's head.
"This is my daughter Sigrid Great Warrior." Derek introduced as he placed a to big for him sword in Peewit's hands.
"Nice to see you." Peewit said to the girl.
"What's going on?" Nat asked as he and the other smurfs watched the scene from behind the stones.
"Those silly Vikings obviously think Peewit is someone he's not." Brainy explained.
"And we're someplace smurfs shouldn't be." Grandpa said. "We better smurf a way to get home."
"Alright! Hold up!" Livy said causing the smurfs to divert their attention back to her. "You guys honestly think that this guy," she gestured to Peewit "Is some sort of Great Warrior? Come on! He's scared of his own shadow!"
"Am not!" Peewit huffed.
"You dare question the identity of the Great Warrior?" a Viking growled, pointing a freshly sharpened ax at the girl. Livy gulped loudly as the sun caught the blade of the ax and made it gleam.
"Now now. There's no need for that." Peewit said walking between the two. "You'll have to excuse my servant here."
"I'm your what?" Livy growled narrowing her eyes at the short boy.
"She gets a little bit delusional when out in the sun for to long." Peewit explained ignoring her. "She starts prattling on nonsense."
Livy clenched her fist and shook with anger. Oh he was SO gonna get it when they were away from the Vikings. There were to many witnesses for her to act now.
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"And this is your hut Great Warrior. You and your servant girl will be staying here during your stay." Derek was saying later as the three of them stood inside a nice little hut. A small table and two chairs stood next to the wall and a chest in the corner. A fire burned in a makeshift fireplace nearby and a large bed with a fur blanket stood in the center with a smaller cot pushed up against a wall for Livy. All in all the hut had a nice comfy feeling to it...as long as Livy didn't look at the bearskin rug on the floor next to her. It's sightless eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
"Gee thanks Derek." Peewit said taking notice of how nice the hut was.
"It is we who should be thanking you for finally coming to help us Vikings." Derek said.
"Help yourself to this popping corn." Sigrid said as she approached them carrying a bowl of hot fresh popcorn. Despite the situation Livy couldn't help but smile widely upon seeing the familiar food from her time period.
"Popcorn!"
"A delicacy my father discovered in a strange land across the seas." Sigrid explained proudly. Peewit took the bowl and Livy quickly grabbed a handful for herself before Peewit practically inhaled the entire bowl in one gulp.
"Mmm! Deliscious. Got any more?"
"He indeed has the appetite of a Great Warrior Sigrid." Derek chuckled as he and his daughter left the two to themselves.
"I'll begin preparing the banquet father."
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"Banquet? Hmm! I can hardly wait." Peewit said as he laid on his back on the bed.
"I gotta admit, Derek and Sigrid are very nice." Livy admitted as she popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. "Needs a little bit of butter."
"They sure are. Ooh! These furs sure are comfy." Peewit said as he ran his hand across the fur blanket under him.
"Don't get to comfy you hickory nut." Nat said annoyed as he suddenly jumped up on the bed. "Grandpa Smurf wants you and Livy to come quick. He's planning our big escape."
"Escape?" Peewit asked. "What's the big rush?"
"The big rush is that our friends and family have no idea that we're here and we need to get home as soon as possible." Livy snapped as she finished off her popcorn. Before Peewit could protest any further she grabbed the jester by the collar and yanked him out the door with Nat right behind them.
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Meanwhile the smurfs were near the water attempting to make a raft for both them and their human friends.
"All this raft making is making me hungry." Greedy complained as he tied a knot in the string that they were using to tie the logs together.
"Oh Greedy we can eat when we get back home." Smurfette said. "If we get home. Oh I miss my flower garden."
"And everysmurf must miss me terribly." Brainy said as he adjusted the mast. "I mean how can they possibly function without daily quotations from Brainy Smurf?"
"I'm sure they'll manage Brainy." Livy said as she, Peewit and Nat arrived.
"Keep your smurfs on! We'll make it." Grandpa spoke looking up from the calculations he had drawn in the ground. "I just figured out when the tide is full and we must leave exactly at midnight."
"And YOUR coming with us Peewit." Livy said.
"No way! They treat me like a king here!" Peewit protested pushing his helmet off of his eyes. "And I'm going to my banquet. If I'm not back by midnight just leave without me." and with that the jester turned on his heel and stormed back to the village.
"Fine with me you stubborn human!" Grandpa called after him and then returned to the rest of the smurfs. "Come on youngins we have to find a sail. We leave at midnight. Peewit or no."
"I'll try to get him back." Livy said to the smurfs and then ran after Peewit.
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"IT'S HIM! IT'S THE GREAT WARRIOR!"
Cheers erupted throughout the town as Peewit proudly strutted down the streets enjoying the attention.
"And a good Great Warrior day to you to." Peewit greeted as he passed by and the people bowed to him.
"Peewit!"
"Oh hello Livy." Peewit greeted as the brunette caught up to him. "I see you've decided to stay."
"No I came to get you." Livy said.
"Well your wasting your time because I'm staying here." Peewit retorted stubbornly crossing his arms.
"Peewit your not thinking rationally." Livy urged as the two began walking again. "What will happen if they find out that your not the Great Warrior?"
"And what if I AM the Great Warrior?" Peewit countered. "You saw the carving of my face on the stone."
"Peewit for all we know that could be Ingaran! I mean you two are practically clones."
"What's a clone?"
"Nevermind." Livy sighed and facepalmed herself. "Look the point is we don't belong here."
"But I can't just leave those good people hanging." Peewit said. "To them I'm the Great Warrior! I'm their King! I...I'm their god!"
And with that the jester broke out into song.
I hardly think I'm qualified
To come across all sanctified
I just don't cut it with the cherubim
"Peewit what are you talking about?" Livy asked but the boy just continued his song and pointed to two women who bowed to him as they passed by.
There again they're on their knees
Being worshiped is a breeze
Which rather suits me in the interim
"Oh my gosh!" Livy exclaimed in disbelief.
It's tough to be a god
Tread where mortals have not trod
Be deified when really, your a sham
Be an object of devotion
Be the subject of psalms
It's a rather touching notion
All those prayers and those salaams
And who am I to bridle
If I'm forced to be an idol?
If they say that I'm a god
That's what I am
What's more if we don't comply
With the local's wishes
I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
At that line Peewit pointed to where five big burly Vikings were nearby sharpening their weapons. The Vikings looked over at them and almost seemed to growl.
"...Alright yes you have a very good point there." Livy admitted trying not to make eye contact with the Vikings.
So I'll be a god! The perks are great
El Dorado on a plate
Local feeling should not be rebuffed
(Never rebuff, never rebuff, the local feeling
No my friend)
It's tough to be a god
But if you get the peoples nod
Count your blessings, keep them sweet
That's my advice
Be a symbol of perfection
Be a legend
Be a cult
Take their praise
Take a collection
As the multitudes exalt
Don a supernatural habit
I'd be crazy not to grab it
So sign up a brand new god
For paradise
Paradise!
"You done yet?" Livy asked taking her hands off her ears.
"Yeah I am." Peewit sighed in defeat.
Viscous growling was heard and the two teens whipped around and saw two big snarling dogs locked in a pen.
"N-Nice-nice doggies!" Peewit stuttered as he and Livy quickly ran away from the pen. Little did they know though that Lars and Olaf had been hiding in the bushes next to the pen and saw the scene.
"That puny weakling is no invincible warrior Lars." Olaf said as he and his comrad poked their heads out of the bushes. "If we can prove it Derek will look like a fool and I will look like a leader."
Lars smiled evily in agreement and opened the pen that contained the dogs. The beasts growled and snarled before charging out of the pen and in the direction the teens had gone.
I just realized that I didn't tell what the song in the last chapter was. It's "Bridge of Light" by P!nk and the song in THIS chapter is "It's Tough to be a God" from the movie "The Road to El Dorado."
When I was listening to that song it suddenly dawned on me. Johan and Peewit are quite similar to Tulio and Mugiel. I mean one guy has black hair the other blonde, the blonde plays a guitar, and they even have a white horse! O.o It's kinda weird...cool but weird.
And before anyone asks the reason that I had Jo stay behind at the castle on this Viking adventure is because of two reasons. (1) I could barely figure out how to fit Livy in let alone Jo. And (2) (and this is the bigger issue) I had this episode adventure planned out since I was still writing Book 1. From the very beginning it was just gonna be Livy and Peewit for this episode. I kinda wanted them to have a bonding adventure and grow closer together as friends by the time this is finished. Don't worry though I already have a solo Jo and Peewit episode in mind for later.
And that's all. I hope everyone has a good day. Don't forget to review. Bye!