Chapter 23, True nature revealed
Vincent, Fjalar, Katla:
"FUCK THAT RAT BASTARD, HE FUCKING STABBED ME….. GGAARRRAGGGHHH!!" Vincent screamed in pain as he tried to pull the broken black blade of Gwyven's sword out of his side, as this happened Fjalar and Katla heard him and came running up to the humble hut on the hill above their house. They had been out flying on toothless late into the night, it had been close to another month since Katla's birthday and the two of them becoming a couple. The two barged into The Fiend's house to see a large pool of dark red blood and various bits of armor hastily thrown about. "WHERE IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU TWO BEEN, I CAME BY YOUR PLACE 3 HOURS AGO AND NO ANSWER…. NOT EVEN A NOTE SAYING WHERE YOU WENT OR WHO TO ASK JUST POOF UP AND FUCKING GONE!" Vincent's adrenalin from his fight with Gwyven had worn off when he got back to Helgafjall and he was in serious pain and desperately needed help to remove the object causing him this pain. The two stood there in silence, shocked by their mentor's outburst. Never before had he sounded so furious nor had they seen him in such bad shape.
"Don't just stand there you fucking nitwits Help me get this fucking thing out of me!" Vincent lowered his voice trying to control his emotions, the two of them seemed taken aback at his lashing out sure he could cold and rude at times but he never insulted them in such a direct way, he always was patient and seemed ready to help them but now he was unhinged angry and bleeding everywhere. The two quickly shook themselves from their thoughts and grabbed the sides of the blade doing their best not to cut themselves on it, and with a sickening squelch and burst of blood the blade was wrenched free from the bone, muscle, and metal it found itself stuck in. It clattered to the floor and Fjalar couldn't help but notice the deep black color of it and in an instant he remembered where he saw that blade, on the hip of Gwyven-Val aer.
"Thank fuck…… thank you and sorry for the name calling…… I really fucking hate being stabbed." Vincent seared his gaping wound shut and sighed heavily falling back onto his chair still wearing most of his armor. "What Happened?" Fjalar broke the silence that had begun to creep around the three of them, "Ah uh well, let's see where to begin…." Vincent trailed off and just as he was about to speak
Katla cut him off,
"You ask us where we have been and yet here you are two months late and what as soon as you return you expect us to just drop everything and rush to your aid. What the hell is wrong with you, we aren't your servants, we're barely even your apprentices." Her voice was brimming with rage at how this man can just appear and immediately fuck up an otherwise perfect day. "Speak not to me in that tone woman, I have come from afar with ill news and just recently fought for my life….. Watch.. your.. tone." As Vincent spoke the once clear night sky began to become covered in clouds and thunder rolled out through the land. Katla went to speak again but Fjalar spoke first, "don't talk to her like that, she doesn't deserve it and besides she's right you owe us answers where the hell were you for the past two months Vincent, we… I began to think you wouldn't be coming back." Fjalar spoke with great confidence standing up for the woman he loved.
"Settle down boy…. You're right, Katla I'm sorry these past few hours have been rather taxing and I took out on the two of you…. I should not have done that you both have every right to be mad and upset with me. Sit down please this is a strange story, can I get you two anything?" Vincent started off angry but soon realised this was not the time for that, he stood up and began taking his armor off as it clanged to the ground bits of him fell off too, along with his shirt revealing once more the markings on his back along with various scars from being held prisoner and from being swarmed by countless men and creatures. "Water would be nice." Katla said her voice was calm but still had a tinge of fury hidden within it. Vincent nodded, bringing them both a cup of water and walking over to his wardrobe not caring to pick up his ashy and bloody armor. After he put a new shirt on he sat back down and began to explain where he had been.
"Well I went to Asgard to speak with Odin, he's an old friend and I knew I could count on his counsel…. After we talked we decided we should go and see Mimir and that he might know what to do, but when we got there it seemed Fenrir got there first waiting for me and Odin. We fought hand in hand but alas Odin was killed and I barely escaped with my life. That was when I ran into someone from a lifetime ago…" Vincent lied and weaved deception masterfully and on his last few words he looked down at the remnants of Gwyven's sword. "Gwyven-Val aer…" Fjalar mumbled to himself. "What was that, Fjalar. What did you just say?" Vincent looked at him and Fjalar's blood ran cold and Gwyven's final words rang in his mind, The Fate of our world depends on it, Fjalar's mind raced wondering what that meant and soon he began to question what he knew about Vincent, In Gwyven's presence Fjalar only ever sensed good things radiating from him but Vincent The Fiend he rarely felt anything pure coming from him only Hatred and Malice, and on the rare occasion a sadistic joy. "Nevermind, alas I traded blows with him until finally I won but at what cost, Odin's dead. Asgard lies in shambles and ruin…. Ragnarok is upon us. A deep low War Horn echoed out across the 9 realms as Vincent said this, Fjalar and every other viking knew it in their soul to be the Gjallarhorn and that the end times were truly here.
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Fjalar, Katla: They sat in the clearing 3 days after Vincent's dramatic return. Fjalar hadn't brought any of his doubts up to his girlfriend in fear of what Vincent would do but they were eating him alive, he had to tell someone. "Babe what's wrong, your brow is all furrowed and your nose is all scrunched up, as cute as it is you only get that look when something is weighing you down, and things have been pretty quiet at the forge so I'm guessing it has to do with Vincent's return?" Katla spoke softly as she sat next to Fjalar and slowly put small braids in his hair absentmindedly. "I think Vincent Lied to us…. You remember Gwyven right, that strange guy with the black longsword that came to town a couple months back?" Fjalar turned to look her in the eyes, Katla sat up straighter and nodded." Well I know it sounds weird but I never got a bad feeling from him, it truly seemed like he was pure hearted and good, he was honest and straightforward,... But with Vincent I can never tell and the hair on the back of my neck stands up in his presence hell even toothless seems uneasy when he's around." Fjalar began to go down a tangent which Katla stopped," Get to the point dragon boy, what did he lie to us about and for what reason? Sure I don't trust him but what does lying to us give him?" Her voice rang true in Hiccup's mind: what would the Fiend gain by lying to them and why would he?
"True… true, I have an idea. I can potentially use magic to see what really happened, I've been reading up on this kind of magic that seers use to let them see possible futures and in rare cases the past as well. Thing is not many can do it but idk I feel drawn to it so maybe I can do it." His voice wavered slightly but he needed answers so he began to recite the words for the spell and soon he found himself standing at the entrance of Mimir's well. He saw Vincent kill Odin and Mimir and then throw their bodies into the well, the spell then flashes to Vincent's entrance to Asgard and the duel with Odin. Then finally he saw the epic battle between good and evil, between life and death, between Gwyven-Val aer servant of light and life…. and Vincent the Fiend servant of Darkness and Death. He came too, his vision blurred laying on his back with katla looking down at him worriedly all he could say was," I was right, We're all in danger." He blacked out leaving Katla alone to wonder what he saw. The midday sky darkened and she looked up slowly as the sun turned to black, smoke on the horizon.
A.N: Two chapters in one day that's a record for me. Hopefully they aren't too bad and don't have too many mistakes but if they do I'm sure they are still readable somewhat. The end is nearing, what will become of our Heros. Find out in the final chapter of The Last one coming sometime next week maybe idk it'll happen at some point soon.