From Asgard to Midgard

by Scarabeye3000

Hiccup catches the attention of the Asgardian Gods and is saved just before his supposed 'death' against the Red Death. Years later, he comes back and slays Drago. Shall we read on then? Take some time to read through it, you might like what you see.(Image: Neroth of Thousand Deaths by Author)

36. Bringing down the Walls

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Disclaimer: Any characters mentioned are all under copyright. This work is purely fan-made.

Title: From Asgard to Midgard

Author: Scarabeye 3000

Chapter 36: 'Bringing down the Walls'

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Berk

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The Chief of Berk remained silent as he looked at the occupants of the large table on the Mead Hall. Maps were scattered left and right as a holographic image, at least that was what the White Hands called it, was projected over them. They were consolidating their resources that they could utilize, especially those factions that have pledged themselves to the cause of Berk. Of course, being the Heir and Savior of Berk, the whole village stands behind Hiccup, those few that voiced differing opinions were given the chance to clear out of the meeting and given the guarantee that they would not be judged as less of a person. The White Hands, with the bad blood of Portio's death, also pledged their expertise. Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg, although non-committal at first, were finally persuaded given the chance to meet Neroth and Cythrax in battle once more.

The Uglithugs new Chieftain Grug, although still consolidating his power, promised his full support in whatever the Berkians would ask of them. Wisely considering their larger population and manpower, Hiccup promised by dragon mail, that if all goes well with the assault, the Citadel and its whole island shall be given to the Uglithugs as their own protectorate and oversee whatever they see it fit. Camicazi who managed to train her own dragon, quietly slipped away from Berk carrying a crystallized message from Hiccup saying that if they wish to assist in the assault, it would be to act as a vanguard and hold a blockade with the Uglithugs around the whole island while the Berkians, the White Hands and the Warrior's Three are assaulting the Citadel. It would be definitely bloody, but the show of force that they have could hopefully break their enemies morale, if they're being optimistic that is. The Inquisition though did not get away unscathed, with the loss of four ships and their noses thumped and bloodied, the Knights wanted revenge for their comrades who were killed by the mysterious sorcerer. Their religion tolerated no such thing, and it brings him worry that they are fervently intolerant of things such as Gods and Magic.

In any case, their ships with the bombards, or 'cannones' in their language would prove much useful in the beginning of the siege.

What his problem now is that his son would definitely be in the thick of it, they were arguing which plan would suit them best. They were pushing to bombard the citadel to kingdom come then a frontal assault on the gates of the walled structure. They also considered covert insertion by dragons, utilizing the White Hands and the Warrior's Three to open the gates while the army charged inside. There was much to consider and everyone wanted to get inside quickly, but if they don't plan this perfectly, they'll be just like water splashing on rock.

Not really cracking it open, just making it immensely wet. Even that didn't sound right!

The Chief shook his head, maybe he was overthinking things, but the assault weighed heavily on his mind. He turned back to the meeting as Hiccup stood up and pointed to a large part on the holographic image.

"As part of reconnaissance, we have determined that the Coalition's standing force has reached 500 strong on the island," he gestured in the air and the whole island appeared before them. Details and colors can be seen as if your looking down on it from above, several dots converged on each other while some scattered around the whole island, "As you can see we have pinpointed the numerous converging area of the enemy by-"

"Wait- How is this possible?"

"We have our ways father," Hiccup said reassuringly, "As I was saying, we have pinpointed their movements and have agreed on a battle plan to exploit this vulnerability."

"By utilizing dragons, we would insert from above as a commando force that would initiate confusion on the enemy's defenses, but of course, our enemy would have no doubt prepared counter-measures against such an assault."

Rafiq rubbed his chin in contemplation, "I stand that we just infiltrate our small group and wreck havoc as the main army made their ways towards the beaches and assault the Citadel from there."

"That is unwise, we would be overwhelmed," Hiccup said as Hogun nodded in affirmative beside him, "By the time the ships docked at the port, the disembarking, the mustering of the men, even the charge up to the Citadel would probably take hours. We are definitely good, but we are not invulnerable and hundreds of men could definitely overwhelm nine- I mean eight."

All White Hands looked down at the table, they saw Kaldr's face darken at the mention of Nine for it has always been nine senior members of the cadre that always rides out. With the loss of Portio however, their numbers fall down to eight, "If all options spell doom for us, or not even have a small chance of succeeding, then do we have other tactics we could utilize then?"

"We would employ a solution to this predicament that they would not actually expect," the Heir of Berk pointed to a man with his chin tattooed like a blue-colored beard.

Everyone else turned to Eret as Stoick tilted his head in wonder. What in the Nine Realms was his son thinking again?

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Bog-Burglars Island

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Camicazi rode her dragon hard, the pieces are all moving into place, the great enemy has returned to their citadel with one of their friend's as their prize. She could not stand as the enemy bask in their victory and Astrid, though rivals in love, languish in the hands of those hellions. Volunteering to go back after receiving training from dragon riding with the Riders and having the White Hands train her more in the arts of the sword. Hiccup also agreed it is time for her to go back to her own tribe and fulfill the rest of the bargain they discussed months before. So, she headed quickly to her own tribe as the wind whistled on her ears.

Riding hard as the sun sets from the horizon, the Bog-Burglar tribe spotted her flight from afar. Alerting everyone of her approach, the whole island was already battle-ready as she touched down on the village center. A very large woman barged through the ring of amazon warriors and gaped at her as she jumped down from her purple-yellow Nadder and patted it affectionately.

"Stand down Cortana," Camicazi stroked her Nadder as its spines bristled at the approach of the warriors, "It's me Helga, remember me? Helga, do you not recognize my face?"

The large amazon approached slowly while lowering her weapon, her eyes were locked into the Chieftess's daughter and finally reached her after a few steps. "Bless the Gods lass, we knew you were taken by the Berkians. How did you escape?"

"We don't have much time, I need to speak with mother-"

"-they are gathered in chambers, up at the Longhouse lass."

"Come Cortana," she took off at break neck speed with her dragon close behind her, the other amazons dived for cover as she ran through them with a thumping Nadder barreling behind her. Utilizing her skill for free-running, no crate was stepped on, no fence too high for her as she skillfully maneuvered through the village. In not time at all, Camicazi reached the longhouse while the door guards tensed at the sight of an unknown warrior landing right in front of them. She swept her riding cloak as her purple dragon Cortana, sidled up next to her. The guards gaped at them as the dragon dutifully stood beside them just outside the door as the young woman threw the doors open and the sound of many people talking all at the same time flooded her ears. The heat inside the halls was a blessing compared to the punishing winds of the North outside. There was a full council tonight, a few elderly women that used to be the previous top warriors of the Burglars formed a semi-circle near Chieftess Bertha as she discussed in whispered voices with them their agenda. Kalina, her elder sister was also engaging conversation with their mother, Camicazi sighed. There were numerous additions to her armor, probably due to the loss to Hiccup, but her own brown wavy hair was tied up into a high ponytail and her large sword resting on the side of the table.

The whole meeting was made up of all 'senior' warriors of the Bog-Burglars, no men were present though as all women talked animatedly with each other. Make no mistake though even though the village is made up mostly of women, there are still a few men in the village, those few that have deemed to give their woman the reign on their lives, and have casted all their male 'machismo' for a life with their loved one.

Chieftess Bertha was bent down discussing something with her eldest daughter, while all around them sounds of numerous voices speaking all at the same time suddenly stopped as Camicazi stepped near the fire pit and the light illuminated her face. A minute of silence descended through the whole hall as nobody moved, and none seemed to breathe too. You could hear a pin drop from the silence. But Kalina stood on her feet and raced towards her younger sister, she swept Camicazi up and almost snapper her ribs in a bone crushing hug.

Then the room exploded in cheer.

"We missed you Camicazi!"

"How in the world did you escape lass?"

"We thought you were dead!"

Everybody fawned over her as each and everyone of the amazons around them cried out in relief, excited and bursting with joy at the return of their princess. They showered her with all the attention due to her as all had the prior knowledge that she was taken by the Berkians for their own nefarious purposes. The only one there that didn't jump to their feet and scream with joy was Big-Breasted Bertha. She knew her daughter was safe, and she knew that by the end of the day Camicazi would be so much better, not just in battle, but acquire the one thing that Hiccup promised them that would definitely put their small tribe at ease by boosting their defenses.

The ability to train dragons.

She somewhat struggled to approach her mother with the womenfolk all fawning over her. Camicazi finally reached the table where her mother sat, her already disheveled appearance amused her mother as the other Amazons pulled her left and right into bear hugs. Her mother leaned down into her and gave her a kiss on her forehead, she pulled back and smiled sweetly at the matriarch, "If I have known I would be assaulted by bear-hugs when I get back, I should have stayed at Berk!"

"They just missed you," her mother whispered and then gave her a hug, "Seriously kid, what's happening now?"

Camicazi nods her head and stands up while clapping her hands, the rowdy group of Amazons quickly quieted down as the family heads all looked at her as she deftly took out a crystal sphere from Hiccup. Bertha recognized it immediately, it was the same kind of crystal where he showed them their treachery, but with the discovery of that plot, they somehow managed to maneuver their forces and quietly pulled out of the Coalition's tight grasp. Just in time though, as soon as she finished purging their ranks, word reached her of the assassination of the Uglithugs Chieftain and the rise to power of a new Chief. This new Chief practically held sway over the elders of the Uglithugs who immediately rallied behind Grug as soon as word of Ug's demise reached their ears.

With practiced skill, Camicazi positioned the crystal sphere on the middle of the table and gently puts her hand on top of it. Light began pouring out of the object as the image of Hiccup coming out in hologram made gasp all around the gathered women folk.

"What is this sorcery?"

"Camicazi! Is this a stone from one of the Gods?"

"By all that is Holy! Isn't he a really small God!"

The Burglar Princess face-faulted in disbelief, really? A small God?

Everybody, except her, Kalina and Bertha reeled back as the voice boomed through the whole longhouse.

"Chieftess Bertha, if in the event that you are seeing this message means we are now calling upon the terms of the alliance that we had."

"We call forth the full might of the Bog-Burglars to join the Uglithugs in a blockade against the Coalition Stronghold in the waters off of their islands. We ask for nothing except to destroy all ships escaping that does not fly our flag. We hope that in two days from now we would meet you and your swift fleet of longships on the outskirts of the Sea of Calm."

"Chieftess, I cannot stress how important it is of the speed that we quickly assault their place of refuge. One of our own has been captured and it is absolutely necessary that we bring their walls down, for the misery they inflicted on us cannot be easily undone."

With the image of Hiccup flickering as the message ended, the other Amazons looked around in silence as one brave soul from the back finally asked.

"What is going here then?"

Big Bertha stood up and raised her hands to address her confused tribe, "In the past weeks, Camicazi had been the prisoner of the Berkians. But it was all a ruse."

"What do you mean Chieftess?" an elder woman slammed her palm on the wooden table, the crystal sphere jumped from the table and rolled to the side where Camicazi thankfully caught it.

"The Berkians have eyes everywhere, our perception of their Heir- Hiccup, was not in the least bit accurate."

She stood up and began looking at each and every eye that was looking at her, "He has the skills to take on legions of men, he has the fortitude to wade through a sea of bodies and come out still breathing, his power is unimaginable, even I was unable to measure its bottom."

"He seems to be all-powerful in your words."

"Truly our mother does not lie," Kalina interjected hotly, "I have clashed blades with him and all his strikes carry weight in them it shook my knees and made me feel weak. I do not wish to accept it, for my pride hurts at accepting that such a young man could easily best me, but I am a mere babe compared to him. The Gods had blessed him, made his movements inhuman and unnatural it would be folly to fight him one on one."

"That is the truth," Camicazi also joined in, "I have trained my body and my swordsmanship with the same teachers that he fought with in the battles that the Gods sent them to. I can only say my conviction and desire to live was the only thing that kept me alive-" the young woman looked down and shook her head, "We were as good as him, as fast as him, we can even keep up with him."

"But the years of warfare cannot be undone, his body had adjusted to a life of war and conflict that all his actions in battle are instinctive. His mind too is as sharp as his blade, the God Loki trained him personally in the arts of the mind, and as he demonstrated again and again at the arena and I'm sure to others that have been with us when he assaulted the longship and 'carried' me off as a prisoner-"

A few Amazons nods their heads, the brazen taking of Camicazi and their ship's crippling by the young man and his Night Fury could not be easily forgotten. They could not remember the clash of blades, but the terror stand rooted on their mind. A constant reminder of the horror and skill their new allies are capable of inflicting against them.

"So, I have accepted the terms of their alliance- with the supposed capture of Camicazi and being held hostage at Berk, we could easily turn back to our borders and hide the rearmament of our fleet in the guise of our impending attack at Berk," Chieftess Bertha shook her head, "Only he had the foresight to orchestrate the capture of the future Chieftain of the Uglithugs and gaining useful insights inside the workings of the Coalition, he also allowed us to circumvent any forces unfaithful to the Burglars tribe-"

An old woman stood up and raised her voice, "I still say the banishment of Nikita's clan is complete folly."

"We had no choice, they were the only clan that was adamant to rallying the Burglars and pledge loyalty to the Coalition after the 'taking' of Camicazi," Bertha countered, "Do you not see that Hiccup gave me the excuse I will need to see if there are agents working against me in my own tribe? Voices of dissent I have overlooked for the benefit of you being simply disgruntled at my decisions, but Nikita's clan is different from you lot. They have tried to completely undermine my authority numerous times and tried to commandeer the port, the fleet, even attempted an armed coup d'etat against me. I was just lucky that I have all these girls and their own mother's love, Nikita was also lucky I felt benevolent on letting her and her usurpers go and establish their own family away from here."

"Plus, Hiccup spared Grug and have handed him the Chiefdom of the Uglithugs- that old queer bastard finally got his slimy hands on the reins of power," Kalina hissed in disgust, "You have to hand it to the Berkian Heir though, to think so far ahead and in such detail and order. It is unbelievable."

"Is that why we're throwing our lot to them now?" the single voice of dissent, the elder woman who was speaking up a while ago also stood up, "Shall we go to war for these... these 'men'?" the word 'men' came out like puke out of her lips.

Big-Breasted Bertha stood up and nods her head in finality, "Aye, we would join them in the blockade. We would honor them as much as they have honored us. We will join the 'Víkinga stéttarfélagið' and we would crush our enemies."

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Uglithug Island

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The Uglithugs Council composed of seven family heads, six men to represent the six major clans of the tribe and the elected Chief makes it seven. Ruthlessness and bloody cunning, Ug was feared as a heavy-handed leader, quick to anger and laden with punishment, many cowed at the time of his rule. However, with the assassination of Ug by 'unknown assailants' it has come down to his second of kin, Grug the Fair, to take the reins of leadership. The man sighed as he rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder where Hiccup impaled him with his own bodyguard's sword, that torturing git, if he hadn't truly spared him then his life would have ended on that sandy strip of land in the middle of the sea. Although many people loved him for being fair and square in most of his dealings, some hated him for being the queer that he is. His clandestine meetings with slaves of 'pleasure' would not be kept secret for long, and this earned him the ire of his elder cousin, however with the death of Ug he is now free to do as he pleases, and his ascension to power he owed deeply to one man.

Now that doesn't make his cousin weak in his eyes, on the contrary, Ug survived six assassination attempts and he managed to wiggle out of it all. The White Hands however are not simple attackers, just four of them managed to slay his whole cadre of bodyguards and leave in the middle of a fleet of longships. He saw them from afar, a group of men dressed in white scale armor that he have never seen before, he could never forget the look of terror on his cousin face though as an enemy appeared from nowhere and snuffed his life easily. Grug shook his head, the six elders looked up to him now for leadership, though he maybe younger in years, his body pathetically weak for a Viking, yet his mind is definitely more cunning than his cousin. Maybe that's why he managed to get those privileges before, however with the loss he could now be the one doling out the privileges, all thanks to Hiccup.

A Terrible Terror landed neatly on the middle of the table as all seven pairs of eyes turned to it.

Ah yes. Hiccup finally calls.

"What is a dragon doing here?" a clan head took out his sword and began to approach the waiting dragon. Grug however gestured with his hand as he beckoned for the creature to approach, "Wait clan leader- its carrying something on its back."

The dragon offered the crystal it was carrying and as soon as he took it the Terror quickly took off and went out of an open window. The other family heads looked at Grug as he twirled and inspected the crystal on his hand.

"It is a beautiful crystal."

"Where did it come from Chief?"

The new Chief contemplated his answer and something clicked into his mind, "This came from Berk."

"How did you know? one of the leaders asked, "Is it connected to the assassination of the former Chief?"

"Speak none ill of our new allies, their machinations allowed you and your colleagues to take the authority that you have lost in the rise of Ug to being Chieftain," Grug shook his head and stroked the crystal lightly, it emitted a hued light and he held it out in his palm, "It seems our new allies are now calling on the favor we have been given."

A small image of Hiccup materialized from the crystal as his voice resonated around the small hall they were

"Chief Grug, I greet you well for taking the reins of leadership for the Uglithugs."

"We call forth an allegiance that would greatly benefit your tribe in the long run, we hope that in two days from now we would meet you and your swift fleet of longships on the outskirts of the Sea of Calm. Blockade the entrance to the Coalition's port and the waters surrounding their island with all the ships you can muster. It is time to end this problem with these non-human interlopers."

"I promise you that the Coalition Citadel, its surrounding waters, and its island would belong to the Uglithug tribe as your own protectorate as soon as hostilities is finished. Do this and I pledge these things to take pass, do this not and we shall think you no ill will until you change the status quo."

Grug and the rest of the clan heads sneered at that, the meaning was clear, 'Not until the Uglithugs decide to attack us, then we will grind you to the ground.'

"Time is off the essence and we will know of your answer if we see your sails in the horizon in two days. Two days Grug to rally your forces, for we cannot tally longer than that."

The hologram flickered and the crystal was finally silent.

Silence descended upon the meeting as Grug cleared his throat and said, "Well, I think its fair."

"Agreed," three family heads said in unison.

"How many is their remaining fleet based on our spies?"

"About 20 ships of different make, mostly slave ships and very few real warships to call them, but so far most of them are called out of port," the family head looked down on a piece of parchment and sighed, "It seems they have caught scent of the impending attack, this is a report of all their ships to return to the Citadel at all cost, and at all speed."

"Hmm, they'll probably reach the island in three days, two if they continue to sail even at night."

Grug nods his head in understanding, "We could finish preparation in a day maybe, plus sail on the night of the first day."

"We can cut them off before they even arrive at Citadel."

"How many longships do we have?"

"Enough to counter them, 15 to be exact, not including the coastal boats that we employ."

"Then it is settled, we would prepare tomorrow and depart at the coming moon rise."

A family leader spoke, "Is this really wise? To go against those unnatural beings of supposedly tales and myths. How can victory be assured?"

"I do not know how I can assure you of our victory, or what fate awaits us if all would be lost," the new Chief smiled and encouraged his peers, "I will not stand still while someone else ruled over us. We must be free, free to see fit what to do for our lands, free to listen to what our people would say and think of us. This freedom equates all men and what fairly binds us together. No, I will not stand by while the Coalition place a yoke on our necks and holds our allegiance by their bony hands. We will fight with the Berkians and join the 'Víkinga stéttarfélagið'."

Cheers from the six elder heads as they all affirmed his decision. Outside war drums began sounding as the wheels of the war machine started moving.

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Coalition Citadel

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A guard shook his head at his misfortune, it has been hours since his shift ended. However, the Lords of the Coalition deemed they must have double shifts to keep more eyes open. Not that they have any choice about it, the attrition of serving these elves could be damaging to morale. They do pay handsomely for their efforts, and now he was able to give a house to his family back in the Imperial Capital, but the brutality is kind of... umm, getting stale. He sighed and shook his head but dared not speak out his troubles. It is said that the Lord Neroth has placed ears on the walls and could hear every voices of dissent and malcontent.

It wasn't just the first that they saw mass executions of their own men who have voiced resistance and quarrels to the supposed privacy of their quarters.

Regardless of his woes, the Citadel would remain in high alert. Reports of the slave fleet returning have trickled down the line, but it would take them at least a day or two to get here. Time they probably might not have. Plus, the prisoner that Lord Neroth brought with him still remained chained and kept in a separate cage inside his own chambers. A steady procession of women had came through it, but none came out alive breathing, the last one could have probably shared the same fate. Shame, for she was such a beauty, long blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, a barbarian no doubt judging from her state of dress. She's probably a daughter of a Chieftain, or a child from one of those Viking warriors who joined them most of the time.

Regardless of her origins, once you entered their chambers and have finished entertaining them, then you would be thrown to the mass graves or sent off to the slave ships to be sold in servitude. Sighing deeply again, he picked up his wooden shield, strapped on his sword and leaned his spear on his shoulders. Time for patrol again on the beach.

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From the side windows of the Citadel, the four eyes of Neroth stared to look out of the horizon. He rubbed his still healing wound that he obtained while fighting with the Berkians a week ago. These Midgardians are truly something else, is that why the Exodite elves heeded the words of Lord Bor and decided to stay here with these inferior races as they guarded their charge. However, after centuries of guardianship and toil for a Lord they should not have served, their dedication to duty eventually snuffed out their race. Mixing in with the natives, or even war and death, not even their advanced technology could save them from this degradation. The Dark Elf shook his head and sighed, he turned to a pedestal where an old tome rested. He flipped through exquisitely, selecting a page and perusing for a verse he needed.

"Ah yes, the Exodites were master makers and they would have utilized that to make weapons, or at least a platform to bypass the restrictions made by simple physics."

Neroth rubbed his chin and tilted his head, he uttered the verse he found and slowly his chest wound started to mend itself very, very slowly. The sorcerer regretted that he underestimated the Riders from Berk, he literally had to make a hole on his heart and puncture it so that the poison of the 'Kursed' spell would not consume him. He gave a small laugh as the recovery pained him so. But pain is good, and that would ensure his continued use of the Immaterium. A grunt and a rattling of cage reached his ears, smiling evilly he walked towards an adjoining room. Passing numerous naked bodies of women, slaves he ravaged sexually and repeatedly, either passing out or dying in exhaustion. Now that his strength is easily sapped by his wound, he requires continued nourishment and this new prize he obtained from the Midgardians could probably satisfy him at the least. However, if he could preserve her and then show the torture to Hiccup then his strength would be considerably bolstered.

Astrid looked down at her captor as Neroth's four eyes looked at her from head to foot, his smile deceivingly pleasant for such a loathsome creature.

"Hi there."

"Your charm just jumped off the window."

The Dark Elf laughed, "Oh, truly your wit and tongue would amuse me greatly. I just hope your orifice would give me much entertainment in the coming days."

"You'll never take me without a fight," a sudden fear gripped her heart as she remembered her own purity, damn it, why didn't she just jumped Hiccup at the first chance she got.

"I know, I know that woman... and for that the conquest would be so much more fulfilling," out of nowhere he conjured a sinister looking whip as he grinned evilly at her, his four eyes glowing with power, "Your screams will do for now."

From outside two sentries looked at each other as Astrid's screams of pain pierced through the door together with the whip-crack of a bullwhip, they gave each other a knowing look. So, the slave he brought home is already suffering, they wondered when those screams of pain would turn to screams of ecstasy. Both sighed and stared dreamily at the ceiling, she was quite beautiful with long blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, maybe they'll have a go at her after the Lord Neroth already has his fill. It was not uncommon for slaves to be passed around, especially those that interested the Lords of the Coalition, they would be utterly used and ravaged before being sold off to the slavers. Yes, yes, they will wait, and they shall have their share of her screams of ecstasy.

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A lone figure stood on the top of a ridge overlooking the small town of Berk. Lights reached his eyes as another stranger approached from the shadows and bowed lightly. His approach disturbed no grass, nor branches snapped, but even with the silence the lone figure turned to him and returned the gesture.

"Master," the voice was distorted but the whisper carried clear through his mask, "The pieces are ready, we would soon join in battle and with it our prize would come."

"What does Asgard know?"

"None, the soldiers they have sent are too few... just the Warrior's Three would not be enough to know of our plans. Not even Lord Heimdall could see our motives."

"It has been his weakness that they could not see. His focus on things unnecessary, on what he truly felt is set. There are many things hidden from his eyes, and he hasn't got the time to know how to see through it."

The servant bowed again and said, "What about complications?"

"You mean 'those' deaths?" the master turned to the ridge and sighed, "It is necessary, we cannot bend the hand of fate so easily, for such trivial things as death. For now, we must acquire our prize, for if we do not, we could not move forward with the purging."

"As you command," the servant retreated to the shadows and vanished.

The master stepped to the edge of the cliff and looked up into the sky, the moon light illuminated half his face. A strong pointed chin and a handsome nose, black flowing hair and golden-green eyes, he gave the heavens a laugh and vanished into thin smoke.

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To be continued...

Author's note:

All right! Read and review then! Thanks to SMr. Freeze for giving an idea about the name of the alliance.

ALSO PLEASE DON'T BASH ME! I REALLY DON'T WANT TO TORTURE ASTRID, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet.

'Víkinga stéttarfélagið' = Viking Union

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Thank you everyone,

Scarabeye3000