A/N-Alright, so it appears I may need to remind my readers: as posted in the prologue notes for this book, my intended maximum deadlines for uploading chapters is 2 weeks; occasionally it may take longer as I do have a nearly full-time job nowadays and that combined with home projects leaves little typing time, but my intention is to try always for a chapter a week, at least a chapter every 2 weeks unless otherwise noted.

Now, with that aside: I promised a more serious chapter and, while this is still written in a lighthearted manner, the topic is a very important one. Hope you enjoy, and I encourage everyone to look up the song from the intro here!

Chapter 11

Unity

One by one we are bound together

Separate yet whole, a community

Linked sons and daughters forever

A painted portrait of unity

Echad, one from many

Kulanu k'echad

All of us, as one together

Kulanu k'echad

-Echad: One From Many

"So you're absolutely sure that this isn't going to somehow short-circuit while we're using it? I'm the one who's going to have my tail stuck inside the thing."

"You're also the one who can manipulate electricity, so a shock shouldn't be an issue even if it were possible."

"Still…"

"I assure you it's safe. I already tested it out myself just to be sure."

I sighed and closed my eyes, before opening them again and focusing on the little piece of machinery we'd plugged into the extra computer we'd bought, "we" being Zipeau and I. Gingerly I extended my tail, modifying the tip so that I could begin interfacing, and inserted it into the port.

Almost immediately the computer screen flashed, images racing by as memories of the past couple of years were sifted through not only by me but simultaneously by Zipeau's converter. A smile etched its way across my face as I watched scenes I remembered as clearly as the day they happened.

"Ha ha! It works!" I exclaimed. "Okay, so let's pick…this one, and see what we can do." The computer images halted on a scene of the gang sitting around a fire in one of the guard towers, not unlike that night from my first encounter with Berk but a lot more relaxed, and some time after the final battle with Jezebel.

Carefully, I manipulated the image, the converter filling in holes in the scene as the focus swung out from my point of view to a more third-person scene, capturing the entire gang including myself in the image, something we'd never been able to do before.

"Oh, this is perfect!" I exclaimed again. "Alright, let's pick out a few more clips, and then find some of the others to put together a good run." I glanced over toward the stairs leading up out of the basement, a good feeling forming. "Yeah, we'll make this a wedding that everyone will remember."

Only a couple of days later, and it was early August. It was also the big day.

The entire village had been decorated over in some manner or other, and every house was full to the brim as the Hooligans attempted to accommodate most of the Bog Burglar tribe and several other important guests. The Great Hall had been filled with streamers and artificial flower bouquets, as well as decorative weaponry of every kind that the village had managed to get their hands on (which rather fit the wedders-to-be more than the fake flora did, honestly).

The usual serving table number inside the hall had also been tripled, and various steaming dishes were already starting to line them from one end to the other. My parents had made the mistake of letting Berk know about their cooking prowess, and so almost a quarter of the various foods had their influence mixed in if not a direct hand in their preparation. The one wedding detail that had somehow been kept from me however was a big shock: Holly had (drumroll please) been selected as one of Camicazi's bridesmaids, along with Astrid; when she'd finally told me, I had my answer as to why Holly kept disappearing at random periods over the past couple months. She'd been preparing just as much as the two brides had.

Not to be outdone too terribly however, Ruffnut had pulled Ember into her entourage, and declared that since she'd been the one to first invite Holly to the wedding formally, Holly would have a seat of honor by her in the feast afterward.

Hiccup and I had not managed to make ourselves exempt from the wedding line-up either though. Fishlegs had roped Hiccup into being his best man, and Tuffnut had asked me (much to Snotlout's disappointment, however he and Thuggory had been later posted in honorary positions as the groomsmen). This meant basically everyone I knew was being dressed in the best ceremonial clothing the two convening tribes had to offer, and thrown into long rehearsals in the mornings approaching that day.

"Is it just me, or do these tunics itch?" Snotlout groused, scratching at his neck.

"It's just you," Hiccup quipped.

"Well, then they gave me the worst outfit they could," Snotlout continued anyway. "And it's tight. These pants are starting to ride up my"-

"Finish that sentence and I'll drop you in the harbor," Thuggory warned, adjusting the buttons on his outfit. "Silverwings and I did not fly all the way here to listen to you complain." Just because though, he walked over anyway and smacked the Jorgenson on the back of the head. "Now come on and get in line; we have to run through this properly at least once before the actual thing."

We did line up, eventually, with Fishlegs and Tuffnut at the head of the two columns and looking more professional than I'd ever seen them before: Fishlegs had his hair combed into an even part, and was wearing not his usual pullover outfit but instead a clean-cut woven gray tunic, complete even with full sleeves and cuffs. Tuff had even foregone his dreadlock-style braids (meaning, amazingly, that he washed his hair for the occasion) for a flat and straightened hairstyle, and wore a dark tan button-down outfit. Of all days too, this one he was almost silent about; we'd finally figured out how to even make the twins anxious.

Another hour was taken up rehearsing the ceremony, which had become a bit of a blended mix of the older northern European traditions as well as influenced by the Hebraic ideas taken from Ember and I: a "fetching" of the brides, readings of verses and vows, and later followed by exchanges of the family swords and the wedded pairs' rings. Lastly would come the personal vows, and then the celebration would begin. As we practiced as much of the ceremony that our "boys only" group could, I couldn't help but chuckle however as both Fishlegs and Tuffnut tripped over themselves in their rehearsed lines.

"You know, it is okay to be nervous," Hiccup commented, having noticed their fumbling as well. "We all know this is a big day for you both after all, but we are all here to support you guys; no need to freak out over this."

"Uh, Hiccup, we are getting married today," Tuff pointed out. "I'll eat my helmet, Viking's honor, if you manage to avoid messing up your lines when you finally get hitched with Astrid." He grinned, causing Hiccup to go red at the proclamation, and the latter was about to reply when a shout from the hall entrance drew all our attentions.

"Alright ye lot, clear out!" Gobber announced, hobbling in with an armful of supplies I didn't recognize. Behind him came Stoick, Valka, and Bertha, with all their dragons in tow. "Final set up is starting now, can't have ye all seein' me last surprises!"

With a reluctant sigh, everyone started filing out, Thuggory snagging both Snotlout and Tuffnut's collars as they tried sneaking looks at whatever Gobber was hauling and dragging them out. As I walked by the incoming posse, I took note of Valka's huge smile.

"Well, you're certainly quite chipper today," I mused. Her smile only got bigger.

"It's the first wedding I've been to in twenty years," she exclaimed. "My last was my own!"

::And it's all she's been able to talk about the past week,:: Cloudjumper muttered as he moved to help lift a banner into place. ::I, personally, will be happier when it's all over.::

I chuckled. "Oh, come now Cloudjumper, this is supposed to be a happy occasion. You could do with lightening up and…" I trailed off as I turned back toward where Gobber was, and caught his expression. "Uh, Gobber, are you…are you crying?"

The smith immediately straightened, either missing or ignoring his dropping of several odd baubles as he tried to hide the tears that a dragon's eyes couldn't miss. "I…well..." he stammered, before frowning. "Now come on, I think I get a little leeway today with the hard Viking demeanor, don't I? My little girl is finally being wed off!" He sniffled, and I laughed softly.

"Hey, it's not a weakness to show emotions; you have every right to cry Gobber, especially today."

"Yeah? Tell that te Stoick. Man could hardly shed a single tear on his own wedding day."

The chief's protest followed shortly thereafter, throwing all of us into bouts of laughter. Shortly afterward, I finally obeyed Gobber's command and did exit the hall, taking in the view outside of the cleaned-up village. Hiccup and the other guys had moved off to finish up a couple of last-minute details concerning the rehearsals, and I could see Toothless, Embron, and Twintail being enlisted to help hang a few more banners between the houses. I was about to head off myself to find Sasha and company and give them a hand down in the village when a beeping noise went off in the air around me. A couple seconds later and a specially built two-way radio materialized in my hand, and I answered the call.

"Heelllooo?" I toned jokingly.

"Hawken, you might want to get here shortly," Zipeau's voice came in on the other end. "Some of your other guests have arrived."

My eyes widened, followed by my smile. "I'll be there in three."

As soon as I touched down and opened the back door, I was greeted by many familiar faces, some that I had not seen in quite a while.

"Hey, Leighton! Glad you could make it, Ruffnut will be beyond ecstatic!"

The young woman laughed. "Well, this is an invitation I couldn't turn down," she said. "A wedding in Berk; how many have that opportunity?"

I nodded, before turning to greet the other visitors: Josh, Sarah and Hadassah, and a few new friends from the university who had come to meet and form friendships with the Berkians. Up to this point though, there was one major development none of them had been made aware of yet.

"So, I wasn't terribly surprised by the Terrible Terror on your mom's shoulder when she answered the door," Sarah noted, turning to look at said person as she walked out to the kitchen with Teshra riding along still, "but last time I checked, tigers, cobras, and dinosaurs were not regular inhabitants of Berk, or your house, before."

They are now," I chuckled. "The family's just gotten a little bigger, and the story is a long one. Perhaps after the celebration I'll explain." I grinned and turned to take the projector from Zipeau, who had just come back up the stairs and was smirking at the looks he was getting.

"Anyway," I continued, "hope you guys are all ready, as the last preparations are being put together as we speak and everyone will be taking their seats in about an hour."

"Are they assigned?" Josh inquired. I shrugged. "Not as far as I know. They're Vikings after all, which means the sooner we get there, the better."

We did manage to leave shortly thereafter, everyone climbing onto my back when we entered the portal and I morphed (my mother somewhat reluctantly; her first ride with Toothless had never quite been forgotten for some odd reason), and we took off for the village.

On the way, Hadassah leaned forward and asked my mother, "So, is Holly also attending the wedding? I didn't see her at the house."

My mom laughed. "Oh, she's one of Camicazi's bridesmaids, so she's more than attending," she explained.

"Somehow I'm not surprised by that arrangement," Leighton commented, drawing laughs from everyone.

As soon as we landed in the plaza, I knelt down so everyone could get off before demorphing myself and leading them up toward the Great Hall.

"Still half can't believe this all exists," Josh noted, looking around.

"And yet, here you are attending a wedding in Berk," I returned. Reaching the huge double doors, I pulled them open and gestured for everyone to go inside before a voice caught our attention.

"Hawken, there you are!" Amethyst called, coming in to land with Toothless right behind her. "The others are looking for you, and it's just about time for the procession to start."

"Had to go and grab a few guests," I explained, gesturing to the group now staring at the pair of Night Furies before them. "If you recall, most people, as well as Kingsley, Zipeau, and company, can't fly on their own."

"Right," Amethyst toned, now noticing the looks that Sarah, Josh, and the others were giving her. "And I take it you all have yet to hear about me and the rest of the Descendants, am I correct?" When they nodded slowly, she hummed knowingly. "Thought so. I'm Achlema, or Amethyst, whichever you prefer. Pleased to finally meet you all." She gestured with her wing to the entrance to the hall. "I would strongly suggest you all find seats quickly, before everyone else gets here."

Then, the female turned and focused on me. "And you might want to go meet Tuffnut at the Thorston household before everyone goes more berserk than that place usually is."

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" I quipped, ignoring the chuckles coming from everyone else at my being chewed out by the dragon. "I'll see the rest of you all when the ceremony starts, and Amethyst and Toothless should be happy to answer any questions you have!" I grinned at the last part, causing the two dragons to both frown.

That was low, Toothless growled. I, however, simply waved goodbye before he could say more, and took off as the questioning began in earnest.

Before any of us really felt ready, the wedding ceremony had begun. Several village musicians quieted the crowd by beginning to play a traditional tune as the two grooms and their support came down the central aisle created by the arranged seats. My friends smiled at us as we passed, causing Fishlegs, Hiccup and I to blush slightly at the attention, before we all took our places upon the specially built platform in the back of the hall. The two "best men" stood by the ceremonial weapons and ring boxes that would be used later, while the honor guard Thuggory and Snotlout took their places at the platform's edge.

Stoick was presiding as the officiate to conduct the wedding, and as he stepped up I could see in his hands the script of the events to proceed. Clearing his throat, he smiled and spoke up, gaining all eyes.

"Welcome Hooligans of Berk, our allies the Bog Burglars, and our invited guests!" he bellowed. "Today we are here to witness the joining of not one, but two couples in marriage: our own Dragon Riders Fishlegs Ingerman, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, and the heir to the position of Bog Burglar chieftain, Camicazi Terevson! Today there will once more be a uniting of our two tribes, and a sealing of bonds for life!"

Stoick turned and gestured toward the double doors, announcing, "A great deal of preparation has been made for this moment, so without further ado, it is time to commence the fetching of the brides! Families of the betrothed young women, please enter!"

The doors slowly swung open, and the parents of the two brides entered first: Bucket and Brunhild Thorston, and beside them Bertha and Gobber Terevson, walking slowly and stiffly as they tried to hide their anxious excitement for the moment. Stopping just behind the first row of seats, the two couples parted, revealing the brides and their bridesmaids.

An awed gasp followed by a pronounced hush fell across the room. Only those present who had just walked into the room had seen either of the two women all morning, and the results of their preparations were startling.

Camicazi stood tall with her hair unbraided, pinned back instead to fall down her back in a cascade of silken blonde, and she was dressed in a wrapped, flowing green gown, the garment curling around her torso and held by braided shoulder straps and a golden sash around her waistline, the bottom of the gown flaring out around her feet in gentle ruffles. Crowned upon her head was a woven wreath of yellow, blue and violet flowers.

Ruffnut also wore her hair down, a style I'd never seen her in before, but hers was unpinned and draped around her shoulders over the silk white dress she wore, bound with golden shoulder clasps and a light yellow waistline sash and crowned with a wreath to match Camicazi's. Behind them both were the bridesmaids dressed to match, and my sister looked absolutely radiant as she smiled widely, holding with reverence the box containing the ring Camicazi would give. Astrid held Cami's ceremonial sword, and behind Ruffnut Ember held the female twin's sword while another of the girl's friends, Iona, held the ring box.

A couple of silent moments passed before the two grooms remembered their next part. Fishlegs and Tuffnut immediately attempted to straighten up more than they already were, and slowly stepped off the platform and walked forward, coming to meet Ruffnut and Cami halfway as the brides were accompanied by their parents. Bowing in courtesy to said parents, the grooms offered small gifts as a symbolic exchange for their spouses-to-be, and then carefully turned and walked forward hand in hand to the platform once more.

The next portion of the ceremony was a traditional reading of scriptures and recitations of blessings, so to avoid replicating the results at least a handful of audience members experienced (a note for the future: do not ever snore at a Bog Burglar's wedding) I will pass by those readings here. A symbolic circling of the brides around the covering the grooms stood under followed, and when they were done, Stoick gestured to the bridesmaids and best men, and spoke out to the audience.

"Tradition has long entailed the giving of family swords between bride and groom," he explained as Hiccup and I gave the swords carefully over to their true bearers, and Astrid and Ember did the same. "A symbol of respect and prosperity," Stoick continued, "the two pairs here will also exchange them to represent their bestowing of full trust to each other. These swords, many of them centuries old, are of great value, and no less dangerous than those used in battle."

A smile graced the chief's face as he spoke. "By this exchange, the bride will give herself to be under the protection of her husband, and the groom shall demonstrate his trust that he will always find support in his wife." Stoick stepped back then, and watched on silently as Tuffnut and Fishlegs knelt forward and offered the hilts of their swords out to Camicazi and Ruffnut, and then grasped in turn the hilts of the blades held out to them. Carefully each unsheathed their weapons from the scabbards, and crossed them together, before putting the blades away carefully once more.

"Now, each of you are to recite your chosen vows," Stoick announced. "Your words here are permanent, written on the contracts that you will sign and are to be lived by from this point forward." He nodded first to Camicazi and Tuffnut, out of respect to the heiress, and though their words trembled at first, the two spoke in tandem and finished strongly, smiles across both their faces as they echoed each other. Ruffnut and Fishlegs followed, their strong voices together speaking words that actually drew tears from all four participants (Tuffnut would later deny this fact, of course) as well as from many within the audience. Promises of faithfulness, trust, steady hands and strong hearts were made, before the two pairs joined hands, wrote out their signatures on the contracts laid upon the table behind them, and then looked to Stoick.

"Ring bearers, come forth," he ordered. Holly and Iona carefully presented Cami and Ruffnut with their boxes, while Hiccup and I gave the two grooms theirs. Every ring had been Hiccup's handiwork (at all the engaged's requests), so I had managed glimpses of the designs while in the smithy, but fully completed they were far more impressive now.

Tuffnut and Camicazi had been made rings layered in what appeared like gold, but a material far rarer: Mood Myscale, rings that would change with their bearer's emotions, and decorated with thin dragons that wound around the rings. The tops bore clasps bearing identical stones of Alexandrite. Fishlegs and Tuffnut had requested something simpler, silver laced rings with twin daggers decorating the clasps that held jewels of citrine.

"Tuffnut, Fishlegs, do you both swear to take your wives and care for them, protect them, and provide for your family, for so long as you both live?" Stoick asked solemnly.

"I swear," they both said together. Stoick nodded, and turned. "And do you, Camicazi and Ruffnut, swear to take these men as your husbands, to protect and support them, and care for them, for so long as you both live?"

"I swear."

Stoick's visage changed from stern to one graced with a thin smile. "Betrothed, exchange your rings." The two pairs extended their right hands, the other holding and carefully placing the ring each held on their partner's finger, and then the couples laced their hands together once more.

"As officiate to this ceremony," Stoick then announced, gesturing widely to the four of them, "I now pronounce Tuffnut and Camicazi, and Fishlegs and Ruffnut, to be husband and wife! You may now kiss the brides."

Almost immediately the two couples locked lips, and a great cheer erupted through the hall. Stoick carefully stepped around the amorous pairs, and raised his hands to the crowd. "Let the celebration commence!" he exclaimed.

The crowd began to disperse at once to head for the tables, though they soon found themselves slowed by the dragons present who had decided amongst themselves that the honored couples were meant to be first in line. As they headed off to start the festivities, however, I ducked around and walked up to my sister, smiling.

"Alright Holly, I'll admit it this once: you look beautiful," I said. "Cami must be proud to have you as a bridesmaid."

"What's this, my brother giving me a compliment?" Holly teased in mock surprise, before looking over at Cami (as best she could without grimacing at the smooching). "I'm glad she took my advice for her hair. She looks great this way!"

"As a bride should," Astrid noted, walking up to us both now that she had managed to grab Hiccup. "So, should we tag along with the others and get the festivities going? Hiccup told me you and Zipeau had something in store, having to do with that device you guys were carrying around a few weeks ago."

I nodded, scanning the crowd for the dinosaur. He'd already taken it upon himself to set up the projector off to the side however, and was waiting for the right time to turn it on. "Looks like it's already been taken care of," I said. "How about instead we go find the lucky couples who've run off now and let them know."

"Sounds like a plan," Hiccup agreed.

We found them quickly enough, as Ruffnut had slowed down to give Leighton a strong hug and Fishlegs had struck up a conversation with Josh. "I see you guys are getting reacquainted," I said as we walked up.

"When we live in two different worlds, makes regular visits a difficult thing," Ruff pointed out. "But that's beside the point. Come on Leighton, Fishlegs and I have first dibs. You can join us and get the best spot!"

"Not if we get dibs first!" Tuffnut protested, him and Cami both dashing off toward the banquet tables.

"Hey!" Ruff yelled, chasing after them and semi-dragging Leighton with her, the latter giving me a look of somewhat amused helplessness as she was led away.

"I'm amazed those two are as close friends as they ended up," Astrid remarked.

"You and me both," I agreed. "Wise probably to follow their lead though, and get a seat and some food especially before Snotlout does." Laughter followed the comment, and we sauntered off.

Several minutes later, everyone had managed to grab at least one plate and was watching with rapt attention the flickering clips projected on the back wall: camping outings we'd taken around the island and elsewhere, shots of the adventures past focusing on the twins, Cami, or Fishlegs, and (mostly just to sate Ruff and Tuff's interests, but also to finally get back at Cami) some of the incidents the three troublemakers had pulled off in years past. Hiccup and I both put on very satisfied grins when we saw Camicazi's face turn red at the image that convicted her of being the one to string up Spitelout's underpants over his doorway the night of one of her past visits, before we saw her fix us with a look; there would be danger later.

"So, this was what you were putting together," Hiccup mused, and I nodded. "Yep. This was our gift: a trip down memory lane. Though, I'm sure that last one is more personal humor than gift."

"It is also a test run," Zipeau added from where he sat nearby. That drew everyone's attention.

"What do you mean by 'test run'?" Cami asked. "You have more images like this? And if I find out it's you intending to air everything we've pulled or messed up on, I swear"-

"I promise it's not," I placated. "We can source and modify anyone's memories; Zipeau and I can put together hours' worth of material this way and create a mirror of our past."

"So, like a movie?" Holly asked, leaning closer.

"More like a series," I said. "It's my next idea for introducing the reality of Berk to our world. Actually, Zipeau and I are already preparing a notice to Dreamworks."

"So, wait, you mean that we'll get to be on TV?" Tuffnut asked, grin forming rapidly. I chuckled. "Well, you already are in a manner of speaking, but possibly."

"Don't encourage him," Cami warned, "because then he'll get me going."

Suddenly, the doors of the hall swung open, and a now-familiar new set of voices spoke up. "See? I warned you about the time difference, but no, you didn't listen."

"Calm yourself, at least we got here before the celebration ended fully. Now where"-

The owner of the second voice stalled for a moment as he spotted us along our table, and a smile stretched across his expression as he began to head toward us. "Fishlegs, Camicazi, Ruffnut and Tuffnut! My congratulations to all of you on this special occasion, and my sincerest apologies for our late arrival."

Fishlegs stood up first, taking the new guest's hand. "It's understandable Odin," he reassured. "I see Hawken did in fact manage to pass on the invitation at least. Are the others here as well?"

Odin nodded and gestured behind him as the rest of the family entered the hall. "Well, everyone that could. I'm afraid Jordan is a bit too large to fit in here of course, so he volunteered to stay behind."

The rest of the new arrivals came forward and began giving their own individual congratulations, while Odin and Freyja noticed the looks on the faces of our friends from back home. "I take it you don't frequent here often?" Freyja asked. They all nodded.

"We-we're from where Hawken lives, more or less" Josh answered. "And, did I hear correctly? Your name is Odin?" he asked, looking the aging man up and down, who nodded in response.

"Indeed, Odin Asgard, pleased to meet you. That is my name, not where I live, mind you. I assume this means you have some familiarity with the Old Norse myths, then?"

My friends nodded, eyes widening further as they pieced everything together.

"They're the sources of those myths," I interjected, "but the stories are based more off of convoluted tales than truth. If we want to talk about it later, we can, but for now we should probably focus on celebrating the wedding, hmm?"

"Yeah, there's still plenty of food left, so please help yourselves," Fishlegs offered to our new arrivals, who nodded gratefully. I, meanwhile, turned back to Josh, Sarah, Leighton and company, grinning. "This really isn't your typical wedding now, is it?"

The feast and festivities extended well into the night. Thor, Loki, Sif and the others had brought wedding gifts for the two couples, and after those had been carefully put up out of the way with the rest, musicians were called out to begin playing. Almost immediately, singing and dancing began to spring up around the hall; unfortunately this was also combined with hefty portions of mead and ale, so most of the dancers were not at all very well coordinated.

Everyone managed to enjoy themselves though, and many laughs were had when even Amethyst tried dragging Toothless out to dance (I have never, ever seen Josh laugh that hard). Honestly, I think there's a reason why only people try to tango.

"I must say, this is a sight I thought I would never see."

I turned to find Loki taking a seat nearby, watching Amethyst laugh at Toothless' bewildered expression. Loki smirked before continuing. "I mean, other than a dragon trying to dance. We were told Toothless was the last, and I thought he was to be my last reminder of those past days. On the other hand, every time we end up on this island there's a new surprise, but today might have the most."

He looked at me seriously. "Where on earth did you manage to find a second Night Fury? Shocking enough that there is a talking tiger over by the mead barrels, but I thought all the other Night Furies were gone."

"They were." I admitted. "Amethyst is a Descendant, like Sasha and some of the others here, related to me in a manner of speaking. They were brought to life a couple of months ago following a rather complicated story."

Loki nodded. "So I can imagine. The others like….you said Sasha?...are a similar back story then, how fascinating."

He looked around for a moment, before his expression changed and he leaned a little closer, holding his hand out. "Anyway, there were a few other reasons I came over here. This is another gift for Camicazi; give it to her after we leave if you will and tell her not to let the twins know about them. And please, also tell her only use them when she needs to, they're hard to make."

He placed in my hand a small vial containing a number of very small, pill-looking objects with various colors marked on the sides, each color in a separate compartment.

"The code is on the side," Loki explained. "She should be able to figure it out from there. And, Heimdall asked me to let you know privately that he had a premonition."

"That doesn't sound good," I mused. Loki shook his head. "No, likely not. Some of the warnings and visions he gets never happen, because some action prevents it from occurring, but he said that something is coming. Something we haven't faced before."

"Well, with what I've been against thus far, it should be handle-able," I replied.

Loki smirked in response. "After my years on this earth," he said, "I've learned there tends to always be something that can still shock you." He moved to stand up, and nodded to me. "Enough of the gloom at the moment I think however; I must return to the celebration. Tuffnut challenged Thor to an arm wrestling match, and that I must witness in person."

I smirked as well and searched through the crowd for said twin, before something else Loki had mentioned rang through my mind again. My eyes widened in alarm.

"Loki, did you say earlier that Sasha was by the mead?"

"Yes I did, why?"

"SASHA!"

A/N-The twins are married...let the festivities that entails begin! Anyway, some other old (and not so old) but familiar faces on the way, and the ball has begun rolling...let me know what you think, your predictions, and anything else you fell like leaving in a review!