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Title: From Asgard to Midgard
Author: Scarabeye 3000
Chapter 14: 'Wake up... time to die.'
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Nargothrond, Alfheim Chamber
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"Why the hell aren't they attacking yet?"
A dark elf named Shagra, kicked some loose stones as he looked down from the fortified gatehouse. With Asgard and Alfheim mustering right in front of them, they could only look on as all waited for the inevitable confrontation. Right down the line the alert have gone down that an attack may come any time so they doubled the guards and isolated the gatehouse from the outside. Collapsing the stone bridge that the dwarves have hewn from the sheer rock face as the only access point to the gate house, they replaced it instead with a rickety bridge made out of wood whose gnarled and uneven branches make for an excellent obstacle course, made more challenging by being suspended more than 50 feet high near the roof of the chamber. From a garrison of sixteen soldiers, they were relieved of the eight more for the additional repelling force in case, the armies of Asgard threw everything at them tomorrow. Nevertheless, with less men, everyone worked double shifts and since they were fewer of them, there were less persons to talk about. He was both irritated and bored at the same time. He wished the something would happen, some excitement to break the monotony of guard-
Wait a second.
He peered just beyond the bend where the rudimentary draw bridge they made was currently nestled in. There seems to be a commotion happening, but he wasn't sure, they were armored like him and no army could have penetrated these gates that they were guarding. Wait, they seem to be having some fun- his loins ignited as he saw one of his kin drop his pants followed by his undergarments and have another of their warriors blow him.
'Well, we can't let them have all their fun-'
So without further ado, Shagra, with silent footsteps gently lowers the rudimentary draw bridge and steps out to 'confront' the mating dark elven warriors. As he walked closer, the back of the male elf was in front of him and he could easily that someone was kneeling right in front of him. His need and excitement clouded his judgement as he called out in a voice, hoarse by his shaking lips, "H- hey, what are you doing huh? Having fun?"
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The two copulating dark elf paid him no mind as he approached and lowered his spear, walking slowly and tentatively, "Come on my kin, share me some skinship."
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He was rubbing his hands together expectantly, blood rushing to his head as the long dark hair of someone that looks like giving head to the warrior flooded his eyes. Shedding all pretentious movements he rapidly walked beside the male elf and caressed the firm exposed buttocks. Sharing partners, either male or female is encouraged, promiscuity was tolerated and rewarded so approaching another warrior for sexual favors is pretty much the norm for them. But the supposed 'female lover' suddenly stood up and pushed a silvery dagger into his exposed midriff. A trickle of blood dripped down from the edge of Shagra's lips as he sighed and breathed no more, flopping down on the ground like a marionette, with its strings cut.
Rafiq removed the wig he was wearing and cleaned the blood from his dagger. Hrald, the 'male lover' tried to keep a straight face as he gives the larger man's sword back.
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"Will you stop laughing?" Rafiq hissed.
Hrald cleared his throat and failed mightily to keep a straight face, "I can't- hehe- I'm sorry Rafiq, I swear I would bring this secret to my grave-"
"I swear if you don't stop giggling I'll put you to the grave right now."
"You are a very beautiful woman Rafiq-"
"Cut it out you fool!" a vein popped out of the large assassin's head and he hissed, "Next time you be the girl who gets raped."
"It won't sell with the enemy," his jesting partner said as they made their way to the lowered drawbridge, " I'm very ugly and not as beautiful as you were."
"Shut up! We could have just gone with other ideas-"
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"What idea?" the two other members of their White Hand cadre appeared behind them as their snickering reached his ears, "I'm sorry Rafiq, but Hrald is right- you would make a beautiful woman."
His face was livid and his ears were burning, Rafiq turned and breathed deeply, "Let me remind the three of you that we are approximately 50 feet from the cave floor- don't make me drop all of you."
"Ok, ok you made your point-"
"-but you do remember that we had to use the memory stones right?"
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The large assassin's eyes widened and he looked scandalized, "Letse!" he hissed, "I honestly forgot about that- Lord Loki would see it!"
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Looking forlorn, Rafiq mounted the rickety drawbridge and made his way to the gatehouse, "Let's just get this over with," was he said as he drew his blade and approached the rest of the sleeping dark elf garrison.
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Smoke billowed from the numerous drain pipes and chutes as the white smoke deployed by Kaurava and Portio seeped outside into the fortified town. Made by dwarves to carry rainwater and expel carbon dioxide, the chutes and shafts removed the extreme humidity that came with underground dwellings. However, it also turned the innocent shafts into convenient canals of death. After starting a small fire stoked with as many firewood they could get their hands into, both assassins poured their concoction at the bonfire and a toxic smoke billowed from it. The noxious cloud made its way into the dwellings and killed silently and quickly.
With the white smoke covering mostly the lower points, Master Kaldr nods his head and Hiccup leads the way into the sleeping quarters.
Screams from the dying pierced the night air, as those from the lower grounds felt their throats constricted and their lungs gasping for air. Combined with the blades from Kaldr and Hiccup they sowed confusion and misdirection to the stunned and reeling enemy.
Hearing the commotion happening down below, the rest of the Elven coven took potshots from their perch as the men from the gate house braced themselves from the uncoordinated horde.
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Outside of the mountain fortress the Golden Army lie in wait as they waited for the signal that the covert attack managed to succeed. In the event, that it should fail, they would siege the mountain until its gates fell. With the combined armies of Alfheim and Asgard, together with the Prima Legion commanded by Thor himself, they marched their full strength towards the gates and managed to approach within a stone's throw from the main gate itself. Enemy scouts were all ambushed as the second part of the White Hand's covert offensive took place, with the primary force of seven White Hands operative assaulting and capturing the inner gate house, a secondary force sweeps outside to ambush any remaining scouts sent out by their enemy. With these employed tactics, they covertly pressured their enemy into a tight position, constricted and possibly unable to coordinate a coherent counter-attack. Putting the enemy in extreme distress and disarray, the main army then can surge forward and drive their enemies from their occupied positions.
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It was a very risky plan, yet subtlety was demanded for this fight. With the Dark Elves matching skirmish after skirmish of the Alfheim elves, the beleaguered army is demoralized and exhausted with the constant engagements with their enemy. The quick and easy victory is also aimed for boosting morale that would benefit the main armies, however, the unsung heroes that fight Asgard's battles in the shadows was not an easy pill to swallow, especially for Asgard's future king.
Yet, he trusted them to soften the fortifications, allowing the main army to easily deliver a wedge through the enemy's center and hopefully, sunder their enemy's coherency in battle, and scatter all standing forces from Svartalfheim. Thor, King Freyr and the Warrior's Three stood together in the armies fore as they debated whether to just proceed with the attack or wait for the signal.
"We should just scale the walls-"
Fandral sighed, he was exhausted with the constant muttering of his friend Volstagg and the stoic silence of Hogun, "Will you please be ever so kind to shut the hell up- and Hogun, please say something."
"What am I supposed to say? I'm waiting for Thor's command-"
King Freyr moved from his waiting spot and sidled next to Thor, "Mighty Thor, the hour draws near- dawn is almost upon us and the changing of the guards could not be stopped on all fronts. We are terribly exposed in front of this gate- should we begin the retreat?'
"No, I- I trust my brother Loki," the blonde God sighed as if he committed his life to a losing bet, "If he says his unit can open the gates, then they could open the gates."
"It is almost dawn, our army is hidden by the magic of our people- with the sun's rays bathing us in shimmering light, the enhancements would contrast with the natural order of things."
"Your point being?"
"Since we casted a shroud of darkness and concealment- we'll definitely stand out like a 'sore thumb' in the morning."
Hogun quipped, "That's not good."
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"I see something!" Volstagg, his great girth and size suddenly shot out from a prone position and pointed on one of the higher observation ports, it was the location for the gate house. Thor gave a small laugh as large popping sounds, and the noise of moving gears reached his sensitive ears.
"The Mountain opens its doors- everyone prepare for battle."
Rousing the men, their hearts lifting as the large iron gates creaked open for them. Shields banging, swords rattling, they charged and poured inside the mountain. The White Hands, doing their job superbly managed a complete disarray in the enemy's defenses, did their intended targets and basically allowed a swift and smooth assault.
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"The Gates of Hell had opened, fall upon your enemies Sons of the Aesirs!"
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With the Golden Army pouring inside the mountain fortress, Master Kaldr and Hiccup stood in front of a throne made out of skulls that probably came from both elven and dwarven heads. Sitting atop the makeshift throne is the Exarch responsible for the stewardship of the fortress, she was tied and naked, probably a remnant of her sexual tryst from the other night. Her blood staining the carpeted floor and her alabaster skin as the leader of the White Hands wiped his short sword clean. The young Midgardian looked on from the terrace as the whole first chamber erupted in a close quarter slaughter, unarmored and unprepared, the Dark Elves were routed as their leader lay bleeding in her quarters.
"We won Master Kaldr."
"Not really," the leader of the White Hands joined Hiccup at the terrace as he looked down at the systematic murder going on below, "There are two more fortifications that we must break open- we haven't even encountered those drakes yet."
"Maybe we can train one? Just like what I did with Toothless."
Kaldr laughed in a deep voice, the sound seemed devoid of joy as he looked at Hiccup squarely in the eye, "Toothless has a mind of his own, limited by nothing except his inability to fly by himself. The drakes however, they're a different story. No remorse, no hesitation, just survival and the animal instinct to slay and kill. No young Hiccup, I'm sorry to disappoint you- but these drakes cannot be trained."
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As the Golden Army took the Alfheim Gate, the passageways leading to the inner caverns howled as the enemy woke up from his slumber.
The mountain shook as an innumerable horde rumbled in the deep recesses of the fortress, Hiccup can only look at Master Kaldr as he wiped his sword clean. Portio and Kaurava arriving behind them as their leader headed towards the fighting.
"Well, we can't let the Golden Army take all the credit."
"Agreed."
"Hiccup, my right flank- Portio and Kaurava left flank and rear."
The four warriors moved as one as they launched themselves into the teeming fray.
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Berk
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Astrid's eyes fluttered open as sunlight filtered through her window curtains, she stretched like a cat and wiggled her toes underneath the furs to help wake the rest of her body. Her sleepy brain, obviously half-awake could still clearly remember the night she shared with Hiccup last night. Although it would have been nice without her parents intruding on a rather 'innocent' encounter with the Heir of Berk. She was still happy with the direction their relationship is taking, the unspoken vow for a commitment with no voice. It was a girly thing that she allowed herself the pleasure to experience, she couldn't believe herself that she would feel all these emotions at once in her life.
She was never conflicted, nor was she a mushy kind of girl. But his effect on her was teetering on the brink of insanity and illogical. Still she loved the way he respected her warrior spirit, he knew she could not easily give her discipline, her traits, her vows.
Oh, and a glimpse to the memory stone was breathtaking, it gave her enormous wonder, yet it also brought fear in her. If all she saw was real, and all those lives ended by his hands, then he wouldn't have gone and survived unscathed. Both physically and mentally, it would have affected him, yet she knew that memory she saw only scratched the surface of the whole battle.
The blonde Valkyrie shook all those things away from her head and sighed, she should get up and- wait a second.
Jumping off the bed, she walked barefooted towards the window and opened it fully. All of Berk haven't heard that bell for quite some time now, why in the world is it ringing continuously, and its coming from the Hill Lookout. Frowning in confusion she ran back to her bed and began dressing her battle attire, shoving her feet inside her fur lined boots, then quickly strapping on her armored skirt that most men hated, she took a washcloth then dips it on a basin of water near her bed and walks out of her room.
Taking her axe in one hand and wiping her face with the wet washcloth she made her way downstairs and saw her parents rushing back inside. As soon as they saw her, her father Bjorn ran to her and dragged her outside, "Astrid! Why are you still here!?"
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Confusion ran through her head, weren't they drunk the night before? What happened to the hangover? What is all this hostility- and it's so early in the morning. Where the hell is breakfast?
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"Is there an attack? What's happening!?
"Wake yourself up child," Bjorn exclaimed to his eldest daughter, "We have an emergency- the Burglars have left Berk."
Astrid was finally able to walk on her own and followed in her father's wake, her mother followed them with provisions packed in two small satchel bags. All around them the vikings were hauling weapons, food, even dragons were being used to prepare.
"Did they not say goodbye? I'm sure they have their reasons."
They were heading towards the docks she could see from the path they were taking where more Vikings were loading five longboats to the brim with provisions, food, weapons even tools for siege craft. Gobber with his mount, Grump was armored for battle, including the Chief's own Skullcrusher, the rest of the riders, Snotlout, the twins and Fishlegs were already mounted and beginning their pre-flight last check on their dragons. Stormfly lingered nearby as Toothless lied down with his head on his paws.
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"Are we at war already?
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Bjorn turned to her daughter and sighed, "Astrid, the Bog-Burglars have left and they brought-"
"ASTRID!" the booming voice of Stoick reverberated throughout the docks as everyone turned to look at him, "What's taking you so long!?"
"What's happening Chief?" she asked still bewildered.
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"Hiccup is gone!" the Chief strapped his war hammer on his belt and mounted Skullcrusher, "The Bog-Burglars took him, they disabled our ships to prevent us from following and they took Hiccup with them. Now mount up and pursue them, you and the rest of the first riders are the fastest, we will be following as soon as I mustered enough riders to obliterate them all in the waters."
"Stoick, what about the boats?"
"Load them and wait for my call- if all goes sour we would invade the Burglars island and burn it to the ground."
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'Holy Frigga!'
Astrid's mouth dried and her heart skipped a beat, the thought of losing Hiccup was unnerving for her. It was like a gush of cold water was poured on her head, and she was so stunned to even scream about it. Then she finally breathed, her last one held for the news was simply too much for her. White blinding rage overtook her as she realized the treachery they were all served today by their supposed allies. Her knuckles turning white, she grabbed her ax with a death grip and approached Toothless.
The Night Fury raised his head and looked at Astrid quizzically, "Don't worry, I'll go get him-"
As if understanding what she said, the black dragon approached her and she held the large black head giving him an affectionate scratch behind his ear. As she scratched however, something caught in her fingers and she stopped, pulling it so she can see what it is. She saw a piece of paper tied by a string near Toothless's ear, her rage somewhat dissipating, she removed the string and unfolded the paper. The writing on it made Astrid's eyebrow raise, 'What in Thor's-'
There was no mistaking the neat handwriting on it, it was Hiccup's.
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"Pull left red lever on Toothless's harness for single flight."
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Intrigued by the letter, she found, Astrid quickly groped for a certain lever on Toothless' harness. A freshly painted red lever jumped out in her vision as she have never seen this before, even in passing. This was a particularly new part of the Night Fury, shrugging her shoulders she pulled on the lever and Toothless's artificial tail fin unraveled without no obvious directing from Hiccup.
Warbling in delight, the black Night Fury jumped in the air and pumped his wings mightily. Quickly gaining altitude he made a beeline towards the clouds as he left Berk behind him.
Stunned with him flying alone, and no obvious assistance from Hiccup, she quickly mounted Stormfly with a grim determination and pats the dragon's tough leathery side. Her spines bristled as she felt her human friend's agitation and emotion.
"Let's fetch him girl."
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Meanwhile
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Hiccup simmered as the bow of the Bog-Burglars flagship beached on the small sandbar, it was one of the small islands that vanishes at high tide. Three longboats jostled in the slight wind as the Uglithugs emissary, a squat, toad faced man he could not even remember seeing nor relish in thought opened his arms in welcome. Big-Breasted Bertha walked up to the bow of her ship and disembarked, Kalina still wounded but able to carry out her duties dragged Hiccup from the main mast and stood him up so the emissary can see him clearly.
"I see you were somewhat successful."
The Heir of Berk almost cringed at the sound of the emissary's voice, it was like a croaky, gravely sound, a complete sync with his own face. He could only shook his head in his mind, this just keeps getting better and better.
"Well, it was not easy- our champion was hurt in the process, but we managed to accomplish our job." Bertha approached, her artificer spear head made by Hiccup already mounted on her old spear shaft, "Now, we demand payment for the job we have done."
The emissary waved his left hand and four hulking Uglithugs came down from the beached longboats carrying a heavy chest between them.
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"As payment for reconnaissance, and for obtaining the Heir of Berk, one chest of golden treasures and gems as promised."
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Two Bog-Burglar amazons came forward and dragged the chest heaping with treasure towards their leader, Bertha smashed the lock with her spear end and a wide variety of treasures greeted her eyes. Gold coins, trinkets, scepters, cups and plates, numerous gems of green sapphire, blue emerald, and red rubies twinkled in the light of the sun. Other artifacts made of silver, aluminum, and idols to the gods also included in the chest were strewn here and there. The variety is quite endless, and a stunned silence greeted all of the Burglars.
Composing herself, the Chieftess signaled for Kalina and she complied. Dragging Hiccup to his feet, she made her jump off the bow of the ship and land himself at the sandy shore. With his escort right behind him, the Heir of Berk approached Bertha who met his eyes with her own.
"You traitor- we had a deal."
"They pay better kid," Bertha said shrugging her shoulders, she turned to the Uglithugs and nods her head, "You can take him now, I'm pretty sure the Berkians are coming for our island by now."
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"The Uglithugs and Lavalouts..." the toad emissary leered at her as one by one they boarded their flagship, "... appreciate your efforts.
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"Lavalouts? I thought it was the Meatheads?"
The emissary laughed with his croaking voice, "Well, we can't really rely on them- they've had reservations about this and they currently took a back seat on the Coalition," no matter how hard the Uglithug tried to look amicable and open, he still exuded a menacing aura that's quite hard to shake off, "I assure you Chieftess Bertha, the Meatheads are still part of the Coalition."
Still unsatisfied, Bertha nods her head and boards their longboat leaving Hiccup at the mercy of the Uglithugs. The four warriors that brought the treasure approached him and took him by the arms, they made him walk towards the emissary and the toad-like man began pleasantly, "We have so much to talk about Favored of the Gods, but first-"
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The male emissary approached him and stroked him in the face, "-I do love the roguish type in a man. Almost perfect, would have been better without the peg leg- still we shall see how you scream being tied up in my chambers."
Hiccup shuddered as he heard the night plans of the emissary, 'This is the Athenians fault- all about boy loving and less balls, no wonder Sparta kicks their asses. Thor almighty- it's like the Dark Elves Sodomy all over again.'
As the Uglithugs began molesting Hiccup, Big-Breasted Bertha sounded the horn and her ship shoved off towards deeper water. Camicazi looked on from the bow as she noticed Hiccup's arms were already at his sides.
"Mother?"
"Yes Camicazi," Bertha took a seat on an ornate chair, she felt exhausted, Hiccup was truly extraordinary to do this. To be left in the midst of the Uglithugs, without no weapon to defend himself. May the Gods forgive her.
"It's about Hiccup-"
The Chieftess sighed deeply, "Daughter, forget him- its nothing like you can do something about him for now."
"I know, its just that- he somehow managed to cut his bonds."
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"What!?" Bertha shot up as Kalina followed her, the Burglar's ship was already a few meters away, yet they could clearly see that his hands were no longer bound with the thick rope. He was conversing animatedly with the Uglithugs and they seemed unaware of his freedom, "How did he do that?"
Something glinted from his hands as Hiccup moved and shoved his two captors on the neck.
"I'll be damned," Big Bertha shook her head as she barked orders to quickly distance her ship to the sandbar.
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"So, you made a Coalition with the Bog-Burglars, and the Meatheads- including those cannibals?"
The emissary licked him in the exposed skin of his upper arm and his skin positively crawled, "Actually, it was the Lavalouts- your so-called cannibals that inspired us to do what we had to do. Our fearless leader Ug managed to form an alliance with them so we can crush Berk and have you all for ourselves."
"How flattering? All this pretentious and futile things just for me- I don't think I'm worthy of the attention."
"Oh, you are more than worthy of the attention, for example, your slaying of the deranged Dragon God-"
"He's not a God, he has no idea of the Gods that he implies himself to be."
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The four guards stood in a perfect square around him as the emissary circled as if reviewing his price, "I'm sure Ug will have you doing something for the Coalition, but before we reach the Coalition it would be a 2 day journey by ship. So we can enjoy ourselves fully and get to know each other."
"It can't be that far?" Hiccup asked innocently, he acted coyly in front of him as the four guards looked uncomfortable at their leader's actions, "I don't want to suffer too long you know. By the way, what is your name?"
With his sallow skin and toad-like face, the man-loving emissary laughed a little as he introduced himself, "My name is Grug, cousin of Ug the Uglithug- I am what the Greeks call, 'filanthropos', a lover of man."
He laughed and simpered like an old maid as Hiccup almost gagged at the obvious indifference of the squat little man, 'This guy needs to recheck on his books- he just raped the meaning of philanthropy in the face.'
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Grug walked towards the long boats barking orders left and right, "Now, we set sail first to Uglithug island and then to headquarters- you four," he turned towards the guards standing around Hiccup, "Tie him securely and bring him to my cabin."
"Oh Grug, one last question before we go-"
The emissary sighed and looked patiently at him, "Of course lover, any other you would like to know before we hit the sack?"
"How are you so sure that I won't resist your 'loving' since I obviously don't swing your way."
"You cannot resist, being hog-tied is one way to ensure obedience you know."
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"Oh yeah! I'm tied up..." Hiccup smiled a goofy grin as he puts a hand on his hip, and scratched his head with the other as all five Uglithugs stared at his already free hands, "heh... would you believe that I almost forgot?"
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With stunned disbelief, the four hulking Uglithug guards were unable to react in time, even Grug was at a loss of words. They can see no weapons, no blades, yet he was free, so the first two had no reaction when he simply extended both his arms and pushed them each in the neck with his open palms
The first two guards dropped dead, the other two still staring in disbelief.
"What are you two standing around for!?" Grug was the first to wake up, he shouted in desperation at his bumbling guards, "GET HIM!"
As the remaining two turned to face him, they simultaneously drew their swords, but Hiccup simply stepped forward and pushed both guards in the middle of their chest with his open palm. The two guards immediately stopped moving and crumpled to the ground where they stood gasping for air and coughing blood.
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The emissary looked panicked, the other warriors on the long boats seemed unaware of the- where did he get those swords?
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Hiccup now clutched two swords, the same swords that were drawn by the last two Uglithug warriors. As they crumpled in a heap, the Heir of Berk simply grabbed their weapons from their slackened grip and straightened up. Grug took an involuntary step back as the young man he was molesting awhile ago, took down four of his guards in less than a minute and was now running towards him.
Wait! Running-
A fierce kick sent him to the ground as Grug gasped for air, his vision tumbled and spun. As he lay flat on the ground, he saw a sword coming down on the ground and a sharp pain on his left shoulder.
"AHHH!" he screamed as Hiccup impaled him to the sandbar with the two swords on both his shoulders. His blood mixing with the sand, staining it a dark red.
"Don't be such a baby-" the Heir smacked him in face jolting his mind to focus, "-you brought this upon yourselves anyway."
"Y-you think you have won? I still have three longboats full of warriors," a loud shout and cheering from the boats brought a forced laugh from his lips, "It seems like my men are coming for you now."
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A distinct whistling sound was heard, as if something falling from the sky. Terror washed the face of Grug as Hiccup opened his arms wide and stood up with a serene look on his face.
"What's that?" the emissary's voice was like a squeak, it was so small and forced, "Let me go! What was that?"
Hiccup leered down at him, his green eyes flashing dangerously as fire exploded all around them. Screams of dying men, burning in anguish and despair reached their ears as something large and black made a passed over their head followed by a very 'dragonesque' roar. Another round of explosions thundered around them as Hiccup hovered over him and twisted one impaled sword opening his enemy's wounds further.
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"That my friend is the sound of my reinforcements."
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Grug looked in absolute horror as a black Night Fury landed loudly near them with a thud, sand flying everywhere as it touched down ungainly, its sleek black leathery skin almost reflecting the sunlight. It's green eyes, the same as the color of the young man's leered dangerously into slits, its fury barely contained by its tough dragon armor.
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To be continued...
Author's note:
Sorry for the delays, next update we will still continue to the main story line.
Read and review guys, a little motivation helps a lot.
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Cheers everyone,
Scarabeye3000