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*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*Three rapid-fire shots rang through the air as I ducked behind a bulldozer. Sparks flew as the copper-coated bullets struck the steel of the bulldozer, lighting up some of the areas around me. I saw the muzzle flash. I shot my M-16's grenade launcher, the M203, in the direction, of where the bullets were raining down on me.

I was running low on ammo and on time. I knew I was going to get overrun if I waited too long, but I needed to make sure the objective was completed by my comrades.

I still had my 9 MM and two clips for that, along with a combat knife. I prayed I would not have to get up close and personal like I did last time.

It was eerily silent, but then again, my ears were still ringing from the gunshots. I took a chance and looked up and around the excavator, seeing three dead bodies armed with AK-47s. I frowned and muttered to myself, "Dang, I was hoping they would have the same ammo as I did."

I patted down the bodies hoping to find anything useful, but it was a fruitless endeavor.

I sighed softly as I jogged away from the bodies, not have the time or energy to do anything more than that. I looked around and headed closer to where the objective laid, I hoped that it was good news, but something told me not to get my hopes up just yet.

Once again, I began to head towards danger. I left the construction site and headed towards the building, hoping to rescue the hostages.

It took about fifteen minutes and a stolen motorcycle to get there.

Once I got there, I tried to sneak in but noticed some things were off, like the fact that there was blood, a lot of blood.

I raised my assault rifle to my shoulder and cautiously proceeded, preparing for the worse.

(Line Break)

(Time Skip: One Hour Later)

(First Person Point of View)

It has been nearly an hour, and I have been hiding in a closet. It was a trap! The hostages were killed, they had their eyes stitched open in order for it to appear that they were alive, but they were dead, I would say for a good three days, the same day we were hired. My team was also killed, all shot dead, two shots in the chest and one in the head. Only a few people knew we were going to be here, but that would mean either this was a suicide mission, well, a larger one than usual, or more than one person wanted me and my team dead.

I was not afraid of Death, never have been, and never will be.

I peeked out of the closet and inspected my situation. I saw that I was in trouble. There was no escaping this time. I took a deep breath as I aimed my last clip for my 9 MM at the Commanding Officer, based on his attire. I fired a shot and hit him right between the eyes, making him drop like a stone.

I ran towards the remaining two men as I shot at them, hitting them in their chest, making them stumble back from the force, but their body armor protected them from it, killing them. Once I got close enough, I shot them in the face killing them. I still had about five rounds left in my clip. I picked up the Officer's Ak-47 and snatched the two clips from the other two as I jogged down the corridor.

If I was going to die, I was going to take the head with me. I knew exactly where to go as I headed upstairs.

It took a while to get there, but I did not stop.

I heard a *click* and I dropped the AK-47 and said, "I am going to guess that you are going to kill me now, eh?"

"Now, the Master wants to see you." The man said in a heavily accented voice.

I gave a nod as I said calmly, "You know I was just heading towards there…" I raised my hands and put them behind my head as he zip-tied my hands behind my back. Little did they know, I had a dead-man's-switch. If I died, I was going to take as many out as I could with me.

(Line Break)

(Time Skip: 15 Minutes Later)

(First Person Point of View)

About fifteen minutes later, I was standing on the top floor in a business room.

I saw a short man, maybe five feet tall. I smirked down at him, he snapped his fingers, and I felt pain rip through my body, mainly in my knees and the back of my head, as I was forced to kneel before him, making him a bit taller than me. It was his turn to smirk.

I growled softly as I narrowed my eyes at him and spat in his face.

He chuckled softly as he wiped the spit out of his eyes as he said, "You are either really brave or really stupid."

I smirked and then said to him coldly, "You are a coward, killing innocent children. I may not be the wisest, but I am far from stupid."

He backed up and said, "I am done with you. Say your prayers and get ready to die."

I barked out a laugh and said, "What are you, a chicken? Are you afraid to get your own hands dirty? Or maybe you are just an undersized man child?"

He took my Glock and pointed it at my head. I looked at him in the eyes as I stared at him.

The Big Bad Boss shot me in the throat before everything faded to black. I felt my body burn as the dead man's switch activated, blowing me up and killing everyone in the room.

(Line Break)

(Time: Irrelevant)

(First Person Point of View)

I shot up, gasping as the memories flooded back to me. I frantically looked around only to see nothing. I mean, every single thing was black. It made little difference if my eyes were opened or closed.

I had just committed a sacrifice. I sacrificed myself. I took out everyone that was on the hit list, at least before I faded away.

Time was meaningless here in the Void. I could not tell how long I was in the Void. It may have been a day. It could have been a year or maybe a decade or much, much longer. It did not matter, but I could feel myself going borderline insane.

Then all of a sudden, I saw a small light in the Void. I was either going towards it, or it was coming to me. Either way, the white light was getting bigger and bigger. Eventually, it engulfed me in a blinding light.

I closed my eyes as tightly as I could to try to shield my eyes from the light, but it did not do any good. The light penetrated everything. It burned and itched for what felt like a half eternity. What happened next made me do a double take. In front of my eyes, there was writing, eerily similar to that of a video game tutorial.

Congratulations you died. But you have been chosen to travel the Omniverse.

I asked slowly, "Uh… is this like a game? Or is this just a fake thing?"

This is NOT a Gamer story. This is a Wanderer story.

It was a good thing. I did not play many games when I was alive. The only games I did play was; Star Wars: The Force Unleashed and a few racing games.

I frowned and asked, "Uh, then why is there a screen here, and what is it for?"

You have been chosen to travel the Omniverse.

I face palmed and said, "You already said that." I shook my head and asked, "Do I get to choose what world I go to, or maybe even worlds?"

There was a long pause before it replied:
Yes you may choose a world out of these:

Star Wars
How to Train your Dragan
Marvel Comics
MCU
DC Comics
Minecraft
My Hero Academia
Elder Scrolls
Star Trek

(Click for more)

I took a deep breath and asked slowly, "If I chose a world, will I be myself, or will I get to have a chance at being something more?"

Processing… Processing… Processing….

After a few minutes of processing, the screen changed to a blue screen with white writing

It will depend on what world or worlds you go to.

I gave a slow nod and then asked, "Can change worlds after I choose?"

Please Wait… Please Wait… Please Wait…

After several minutes of waiting, I closed my eyes and slowly thought of the worlds that I would like to go to. I would love to go to the MCU, but as I am, I would not last very long… I mean, sure, there are ordinary people there; Iron Man, War Machine, Hawk Eye, Black Widow, Nick Fury, and a few others. However, that does not mean that I want to be a baseline human in either Marvel or DC…

Yes you may. You may change worlds after finishing or completing the arc or story.

I sighed softly but gave a slow nod and said, "Can I combine the worlds of: Dragons in our Midst and How to Train your Dragon?"

I waited for only a few seconds before it said to me.

Yes. What world would you like to be the primary world?

I thought about it, and in the How to Train your Dragon world, everyone seemed to be stronger and tougher than in the other world, and hopefully, that would be passed down to me. I slowly nodded my head and then said, "I would like to go to the world of How to Train your Dragon."

What species would you like to be:

Dragon
Human
Anthrozil

I thought about and then mused to myself, an "Anthrozil" refers to a dragon-human hybrid usually, anyone with at least one birth parent who is a dragon in human shape. Most of the Anthrozils in the books are shown to have dragon-like abilities or traits, including superhuman intelligence, wings, the ability to breathe fire, danger sensing, eloquence, and -if present in the draconic parent- healing. The term was invented by Dr. Conner as a combination of the common prefix anthro meaning "man" and zil from "Godzilla."

I smirked and then said, "I want to be an Anthrozil with some attributes from the dragons.

What kind of powers do you want?

I thought about it and then said, "Does it have to be from the world, or can I do it from both worlds?"

Processing…

You may choose three abilities per movie.

I grinned and then asked, "May I have a companion, a familiar?

Yes.

I grinned and then said, "I want a Skrill and a Night Fury hybrid. Four lighting rounds and six plasma blasts."

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Load successful.

What attributes would you like to pick three now and three other per movie and one per season and short or chose five now?

I thought about it, nine compared to five. It was a no brainer, at least it was to me. I said, "I would like to choose three now and six later."

Very well. Choose wisely.

I grinned and then said, "I want Deadly Nadder Fire: Breath, Bewilder Beast: Ice Breath, and the Flightmares's paralyzing breath."

Processing… Please Wait…

Load successful.

What island would you like to be raised on?

I thought about it and then said, "How about on an island near Berk. The one that Stoick was almost killed on, I want to be on that island where he finds me and takes me back to Berk. I want to be a young child, not a baby, though.

Very well…

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Launch!

(First Person Point of View)

I groaned awake I looked around and saw I was in a hut. I looked around at myself and saw that I was a young child, maybe four or five years old. I muttered to myself, "Well, at least I can talk…" I was fair skinned, at least my body was, that I could see. I walked to the fire place and took a deep breath, then breathed out. Only sparks left my mouth.

I pouted cutely and then tried my other breath. Only an ice cold breeze left my mouth, making me sigh. I guess I was still too young to have the powers. I was not going to waste my time with my Flightmare's Mist. I sighed softly. Well, at least I was young enough to have time to develop the abilities.

I heard some roars, and then I rushed to the door and cracked it open to looked out. I saw an army of dragons wearing iron armor.

The dragons were razing the village, killing everyone in sight.

I could feel my anger boiling deep within my stomach. I bellowed a loud "NOO!" sparks flew out of my mouth as I rushed over to the Town Hall, the big building in the middle of the village where the meetings would typically take place.

I rushed there as quickly as my short, little legs could carry me.

A few minutes later, I was able to get there, and it was on fire and burning. I saw a large man with black hair and having a metal arm. He wore a cloak made up of dragon scales and skin covering much of his body. He was littered with scars similar to how I was. He had green eyes that bore into everything, but he seemed to miss me. He had a Bullhook as a weapon.

He roared like a dragon and spun the Bullhook overhead, and it made some noise, and a Rumble Horn flew down next to him submissively, and then he climbed on it and flew off, disappearing into the smoke and clouds.

The movie did not do Drago Bludvist any justice. His gleaming metal arm hung limply by his side. His imposing height of six feet ten inches, almost seven feet tall, was made more apparent by the flames. Gleaming orange of the fire bled off of his Bullhook as his piercing green eyes gazed around the village. His black dragon scaled cape just helped show how much dominance he had over the chaos around him as not even the fire seemed to harm him. His eyes passed over my still form as he disregarded me with a grunt, swinging his weapon around one of the armored dragons flew down. The once terrifying creature that had been pillaging the village looked like a meek cat compared to him as he ruffly got onto the beast before grinning at me.
"Remember this day, Boy. Maybe you would make a better chief than the fools that were here," He growled out before the dragon flew off.

I turned away from him and continued to run towards the Plaza. I ran as fast as I could. I got there and ran into the fire. I could feel the heat from the fire on my arms and legs as well as my chest and back. Only my mouth seemed to be fire proof, for now.

I saw Stoick the Vast, and I rushed to his side and breathed out cold air onto his face; he groaned in response. I shook him harder, and he slowly opened his eyes, coughing hard. He looked around and saw everything in flames and burning. He picked me up and ran with me under his arms. He was a big guy standing at, roughly seven foot four inches tall. He had a full red beard and green eyes. Stoick was broad as well, like maybe three or four feet wide.

He carried me into the middle of the village, where it was safe from falling buildings. He looked around and saw that we were the only survivors.

Stoick gently put me down and asked me in a soft voice, "What is your name, son?"

I spoke in a soft, timid voice, "Erik… just Erik."

He sighed softly and said, "I-I do not think your parents survived… I do not think anyone but us did…"

I sniffled as I forced my eyes to water as I pretended to cry.

Stoick the Vast sighed softly and hugged me, rubbing my back in soothing circles as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, telling me how it was going to be okay and how I would go home with him, go to Berk. He would adopt me into the village, and I could grow up with his son Hiccup and the rest of the Dragon Riders.

I nodded my head into his neck and sniffled as I began to cry, it was an easy act to do.

Stoick sighed and carried me towards the harbor, looking to see if any ships were spared.

It took about twenty minutes since we were on the other side of the village, and because Stoick had some burns on his legs, nothing significant luckily, but enough to hinder him slightly. Once we got there, not to our surprise, but to our disappointment, there was only open water, the docks were burned to cinders, and the boats were sunk to the bottom of the sea.

I sighed softly and said softly, "You can put me down now, Stoick… you may need both hands to build us a ship."

Stoick gently placed me on the ground, feet first. I was able to get a better view, I saw that his trousers were burned, and his skin was an ugly red color, but I knew enough to know it was a little worse than a sun burn. The skin would peel, and it would be painful for a while, and it could leave some scars, but it would not be anything life threatening… unless it gets infected. If that happens, then all bets are off.

*(Line Break)
(Time Skip: Three Days Later)
(Erik's Point of View)*

I was helping Stoick with building a boat. He was teaching me how to hammer in a nail and how to carve the ribs of the ship and make the boards. I knew most of this, but I acted like it was one of my first times.

We were working from sun rise to sun set, long hours. But I knew it was either that or live alone on the island. I think I would have liked to be in the modern world, but I made my bed, and now I have to lay down in it.

I hummed to myself as I sawed away at a mighty Oak tree. It took me a good hour to cut it down, my arms were tired, but I knew that if I wanted to get stronger, I needed to keep it up. I needed to keep working. So I kept busting my rear end to get it done.

Stoick came to me and said, "Lunch time, Erik."

I dropped my make shift saw because I was exhausted. Stoick gently sat down next to me and handed me a small fish and some pickles. I smiled gratefully and then said to him, "Thank you, Stoick."

Stoick smiled and ruffled my shaggy black hair making me glare cutely at him as I said, "Hey!"

Stoick laughed softly and smiled at me and then said, "How is everything going?"

I sighed softly and then said to him, "Well, the work is going smoothly, I think, but it is just taking so long… and I think we are running out of food… I do not believe we have enough resources to do it. The dragons razed everything, much of the forest, all of the buildings, most everything is burned down.

Stoick sighed and said to me in a kind voice, "We are not going to die here, Erik, trust me. We will get off this island, and when we do, I will take you to my island, and you will become an official member of it.

I smiled and asked him, "Really?"

Stoick smiled a soft, kind smile as he said to me, "Yes, Erik." Stoick sighed softly and then said to me, "But first, we need to get off this island, and we need to sail back to Berk."

I sighed softly and gave him a nod, and then said softly, "Very true, but do you think we will ever get off of this island?"

Stoick the Vast sighed softly as he picked me up and put me on his lap before he said softly to me, "Yes, we will. I promise you that we will get off this island, alive."

I sighed softly but give him a determined nod as I said to him, "Okay, Stoick. I believe in you."

He grinned and said to me, "Atta boy! That is the spirit!"

**(Line Break)

(Time Skip: A Few Months Later)

(Erik's Point of View)**

It took two or three months of work to make a sea worthy boat since it was only the two of us working on it, and I was in a child's body. The body was weaker, it lacked training, and it was just not up to snuff. Even though I was by far stronger than anyone else my age from my world, but I was no power house yet. I had a feeling that, that would change in the up coming years.

During the past few months, I had grown a little bit, maybe an inch or two. I stood about three feet ten inches tall, and I weighed about fifty pounds. I was a little bigger than the average four or five years old, though those are the numbers from my world. The numbers for these Vikings may be a bit different.

I got sea sick from the boat. I did not know I could get sea sickness, but I did. I have never gotten motion sick before, so it was a first for me.

Stoick tried a lot to help me, but nothing he did helped, so he made me a hammock and let me sleep or try to sleep during the ride back to Berk. But I could not sleep well with me throwing up every few minutes, and we forgot to bring the ginger root. So I was miserable the whole time.

Stoick tried to talk to me, but I was a little green behind the gills and was not able to hold a conversation at all. I kept throwing up and feeling sick. I really hoped that I would not get sick when riding my dragon…

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: A Couple of Weeks Later)
(Erik's Point of View)

When we got to Berk, we were greeted with a warm welcome. There was a feast in our honor. I saw another kid there. He looked to be my age, about four or five years old. Anyways, I knew he was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the third. Stoick and Gobber took me to Gothi and spoke to her in quiet voices for a while.

When it was done, Gothi turned to me and gestured for me to come closer to her. I wearily came closer to her, not sure what to expect. Gobber the Belch was with her, Stoick's right hand man. He had blond hair and had a long bike handle mustache. He was as tall as Darth Vader standing at Six feet and six inches.

Gothi scribbled something in the dust with her walking stick, I glanced at it, and I could not read it. I had to learn to read and write in Nordic Runes. I wonder if there is magic in this world.

Gobber said, reading the writing, "Welcome to Berk Erik."

Gothi opened my mouth and looked inside it. She hummed and scribbled something else down that Gobber read, "She says you will have a long life, and you will be very important."

Gobber clapped me on the back, making me fall forward and land on my hands and knees. I glared up at him. Gobber at least had the decency to look sheepish. He smiled and said, "Sorry about that, Erik."

I sighed softly and gave him a nod, "It is fine, Uncle Gobber." I stood up and brushed myself off. My stomach growled. It growled loudly, making me blush and making the two men laugh lightly and say, "Come on, let's get some grub in ya belly."

I blushed but smiled at them and then said, "Thank you, I am rather hungry…"

Stoick picked me up and carried me on his shoulder, and then said, "Let's go to the Mead Hall and get some food for you."

I really miss pizza and hamburgers and french fries, I miss root beer, I miss a lot of modern food, but I can't complain, I chose to go to this world. The only person who can be blamed is me. I wanted to go to this world.

I sighed as I allowed Stoick to carry me to the Mead Hall. Gobber was following behind us. He was missing an arm and a leg. He had a peg leg and a prosthetic hook for a hand that could be interchanged.

I looked behind and saw him hobbling along.

Hiccup smiled when he saw his father and said, "Hey Dad!"

Stoick smiled and ruffled his hair and said, "Hey Hiccup, how are you?"

"I am doing great, dad! Gobber has been teaching me how to Forge! I think I am getting better at it!" Hiccup said excitedly.

Stoick grinned at his son and said, "We were just going to get some food from the Mead Hall. Want to join us?"

Hiccup grinned and eagerly nodded his head and jumped up and down as he exclaimed excitedly, "Yay!"

I chuckled softly but smiled at him and his antics.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the Mead Hall. It was in the later afternoon, a bit after the Lunch Rush.

We walked through the building and to the area where the food was served. I smiled and waved at the nice lady and thanked her.

I got some yak milk, some salmon and a hunk of bread. Hiccup, on the other hand, simply ate some bread and drank some water.

Hiccup was talking excitedly to Stoick about forging. He was only five, the same age as me.

Stoick smiled and nodded along with him, but I could tell he was not paying much attention to his own son. It made my blood boil. I lost my family due to an attack in my original life, my parents, my wife, and my children! I would do anything to go back there! I took a deep breath to try to calm myself down before I say or do something that I will regret.

Gobber placed a hand on my shoulder and asked me, "You okay, Erik?"

I smiled at him and then said softly, "I miss my family…."

Gobber sighed and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze of comfort.

I asked him, "Is Hiccup a black smith?"

Gobber chuckled softly and said, "Aye, he is my apprentice."

I smiled and asked him excitedly, "Can I watch you and Hiccup forge? I think I could be a good black smith!"

Gobber chuckled softly and said to me, "I will have to talk to Stoick about it, but I do not see a problem with it."

I grinned at him and wrapped my small arms around his neck in a hug, keeping up my act of being a child. Gobber laughed and patted me on the back.

Stoick turned to us and then said, "I think that, that may be a good idea. I think that would work."

I smirked slightly and said to them, "So when do we start?" Forging to me was a hobby. I used it to vent and to make some of my own gear, so I knew my way around a forge, at least a propane forge, I tried a coal forge, and that was not for me. It burned hotter and could burn the steel, and then there was the bellow having to keep the air flow to keep the metal hot enough to move. I sometimes used power tools, but for the most part, I used hammers.

Stoick smiled and said, "Hmm, I do not see why not now… I am sure Hiccup would love to show you…." He looked at his blood son and smiled at him.

Hiccup grinned and dragged me to the Forge.

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Well, here is the second chapter. I hope that you all liked it!

Please comment on what you think I can do better and what I need to work on.

I understand that I need to work on my pacing.