Helloo! Welcome to the continuation of Loki'd! If you have read that story, enjoy!

If you have NOT read Loki'd! This is the sequel to Loki'd! so this story won't really make much sense—especially why Loki's on a warpath in this chapter. I highly suggest you read it, it is a fun and wild ride. In case you're curious Loki'd! is now in the HTTYD/Thor crossover category and here is the summary:

"How could one little choice change everything? He didn't mean for it to have gone this way, he just didn't want to get into as much trouble with his inventions and Loki seemed his way out…who knew the god of tricks and mischief could actually make his life easier and blessed in a way he could never dream of? Not him but the twins sure seemed to know."


Journal 2, Entry 1: "Down like a Treat"

Loki stood at the cliff's edge, thoughts a dangerous swirl. Night reclaimed the land before he managed to turn himself away from the ocean. He returned to the village and was met with an odd mix of Berkians trying to uphold traditions and celebrate Hiccup's life and others who were utterly unable to, too wrapped up in the fact that he was taken too early.

He stopped by the table of Hiccup's closest friends and family, all of them falling into the latter category. Gobber was well into his fifth mug of ale. He still had many more to go before he would feel the effects. Snotlout was copying his example but only on his third. Astrid and Valka stared off at nothing or at Toothless who laid morosely in the shadows of the forest. Fishlegs flipped through the Book of Dragons, tracing every image that Hiccup had contributed to it. The twins were nowhere to be seen.

Loki took it in, setting his nerves, and said softly. "I am going after them—the Warlords and their army for bringing that dagger. Then I will find Grimmel."

Astrid looked up immediately. "Let us go with you, to the Warlords at least."

The edges of his lips twitched. "That is why I told you. Berk deserves to have her hand in bringing retribution for killing Hiccup."

Astrid was already standing and grabbing her axe. "Mount up everyone! We still have a bone to pick with those sons of half trolls for what they did."

All gaiety ceased, replaced with vengeful Vikings. Dagur reacted the swiftest, snatching his axe from its resting place by his leg, jumping onto Sleuther, and reaching his hand out for Mala. "You'll have all of Berserk's help. They'll have to pass near us—I can have the fleet amassed and in their way before they know what's going to hit them."

They took off and the rest of Berk quickly flew into action, heedless of having just fought a battle—new energy filling their veins.

A deep growl resonated throughout the clearing, blackness finally detaching from the woods. Toothless and Loki shared the same, pained gaze. Loki stretched out his hand and Toothless pressed his snout into it, whining.

Loki almost retracted his hand in surprise and sorrow when a ghost of Hiccup's magic brushed against his. He realized it was Toothless reaching through the hollow bond. Anger swelled in him again, that bond should not be empty!

Toothless hissed, his pupils narrowing.

Loki swung himself onto his saddle. "Let's go."

Toothless planted his claws and splayed his wings, roaring until it echoed over the entire island. The other dragons answered his call, many of them angry that Hiccup's magic had been taken from them as well. He jumped and shot into the night sky with speed only Furies could attain. The others were quick to join them.


The lone remaining Warlord calmed once Grimmel's island was far behind them. Initially, she'd been ecstatic when the boy was finally struck down—she could finally obtain the Night Fury! It had lasted until the Norse god's magic lashed out. In that moment she felt fear she hadn't known was possible to experience and still live.

She paced the helm of her ship until the island was only a memory. "Make way for home."

The helmsman turned in slight shock. "Home?"

She barely contained her trembling. "As far away from here as possible. This entire Northern Campaign was a mistake—employing Grimmel…angering that… man."

He gave a tiny nod. Grimmel scared him to begin with and he'd already heard rumors of the one they were calling Loki, convoluted as they were.

She left and began ordering the men around and spreading word throughout the remaining fleet, still enormous despite loosing two battles. She could continue the campaign down south. She didn't need dragons. Her fleet alone could put those wimpy Romans in their place beneath her heel.

She was lost in her thoughts, memories of Loki's sheer power beating against her very bones. She wouldn't feel safe until she saw the familiar fjords and mountains of her home. It should be spring by the time we return…it will be good for the men to spend some time with family after our humiliating defeats before we continue.

"Incoming armada!" The lookout shouted.

She grabbed a telescope and stood against the railing. It was difficult to see, ocean and starry horizon met seamlessly in the otherwise black night. She continued to scan the horizon, trusting her lookout, until she spotted a disruption on that seam—the jagged break looking suspiciously like Viking ships.

"Prepare for battle!" She shouted.

The deck turned to organized chaos and shouts echoed from ship to ship as the word passed.

They watched the fleet come steadily closer while the sky grew fractionally lighter. Minutes passed into two hours and the sky was lit enough that they could see enough to tell that the fleet was an armada at least a quarter of the size of their own. She sighed, confident they could take them with little trouble.

Someone tapped her shoulder incessantly until she whirled around with a scowl. "What?!"

He pointed behind them. "Lookouts from the rear ships reported seeing a large black mass flying towards us."

She cursed, the man took a few steps back to remain out of her warpath. "How close?"

"They-"

"Not far enough away for you to successfully run away like a coward."

She gasped, turning on her heel with her sword drawn. Her breath hitched as the torches' flickering light lit up the dark green and golden armored man—his expression livid.

Her informant squeaked and jumped as a black mass dropped down from the second mast by the man.

"I was wondering when you were going to show." A new voice entered the conversation, a triple clicking resonating from behind them.

She turned her head, more afraid of the man in front of her than the voice but she began questioning that when a deranged looking red head slipped down from the first mast by the helm on a Triple Strike.

The red head continued, drawing an axe and staring at her with bloodlust. "You're lucky I didn't end her before you could."

Loki said nothing but silently thanked Dagur. He would have been enraged if his kill had been taken from him. Despite Dagur's claims to brotherhood, he had a higher right.

Her arms raised to her chest, trying to find anything to spare her life. "I merely was doing what I was told by her."

Loki silently snarled. "I know—and she will face punishment as well. You are just lucky enough to happen to come first."

Her hand fell to her sword's hilt. If she was going to die, she was going to do it fighting.

Loki remained still, staring at her with a deadened green stare that burned with rage. He simply stared along with Toothless.

Her blade drew out but an inch before he was upon her. She yelped when he was suddenly in front of her by no means of magic. They stood still for a moment, one staring in terror while the other glared in vengeful condemnation, then she wheezed when he stepped back with a dagger bloodied to the hilt. Her mouth hung open in shock as she fell to her knees, tenderly holding her bleeding stomach, then finally gasped for breath and collapsed against the deck.

The informant took half a step back before he stopped, eyes wide, then fell forward with an axe in his back.

Dagur rolled his shoulders. "Ooohh! That felt good. Who's next!?"

The deck erupted as berserk Berserk, god, and dragon started attacking anything that moved. None were spared.

Soon enough, the Berserker Armada came within range and engaged the Warlords' Armada in the front while Berk and the Wingmaidens attacked the ships at the back.

Dagur and Sleuther attacked another ship, gleefully taking on the entire crew alone—it wasn't long before the men started running instead of engaging him. It both amused and enraged him.

Loki attacked a different ship after clearing and alighting the first. Three more ships fell to his hands before Dagur had cleared his one. He was on his fourth now, and the men began realizing that there was no escaping, so they started suicide runs against him. He welcomed the sad attacks, letting his magic run free as it never had before.

One Trapper charged him with a sword. He twisted to the side and reached up to grab his arm, intending to throw him into another rushing horde. The man screamed in pain only to be cut off.

Loki stared in minor surprise when he released the man and he tumbled backwards, shattering against the deck from being frozen solid. He looked down at his hand but saw his normal pink. Interesting.

The others froze, not from Loki's magic but in new found fear of that magic. One man turned and bowled over his comrades to get away, promptly jumping overboard.

Loki smirked at them.

They shrieked and quickly followed the first man's example but only a few made it.

The battle continued. The Riders and Wingmaidens took out nearly a quarter of the rear fleet while the Berserkers finally engaged ship to ship, boarding and starting their own battles. Loki took out another fifty ships with ferocity that made the ships he took in Drago's fleet seem like it was for grins and giggles. And he, the Riders, Bezerks or Wingmaidens showed no signs of mercy on this day.

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Amora watched in shock through her scrying bowl as Loki decimated the armada. Not that she could keep count, but she was sure he had a kill count that equaled everyone else's combined. What frightened her more was his face.

She knew he was going to be in mourning after his mortal was gone, but nothing in his expression told the story of returning to Asgard. She had not thought of it before, but he had already become distant from Asgard and while he wasn't the sort to surround himself with memories of what he missed—or eradicate it from his mind entirely—he wouldn't do that to his mortal. He had been too precious to him.

She huffed, berating herself for not thinking of that sooner. Everything about his mortal was on Midgard, not Asgard. He would no doubt only come back to Asgard kicking and screaming.

She watched with amazement and awe as he took out another five ships and their crew effortlessly. Internally she shuddered, just now realizing how powerful he actually was. Has he always known this or is it a recent development?

She firmed her resolution. He had to come back to Asgard where she could wheedle herself back into his life and good graces. With his strength, he was certain to become king of Asgard after Odin. If not, Thor was idiotic enough to be taken care of easily and without suspicion.

She stood, her physical exhaustion from the other day mostly gone after a good night's sleep, and dressed quickly but appropriately for a royal visit. After all, it was only right to tell them of the thousands of innocent mortals Loki was slaughtering in cold blood if the Gatekeeper was going to hold tongue.

*O*

Loki drove his blade into the chest of one man while flinging a spike of ice at another. More than half the fleet had been decimated by his hand and he was prepared to bring down the rest. He didn't care if eliminating them brought no fulfillment of any kind. They brought Hiccup to Grimmel's attention, they in their greed sought out his familiar and used him against them, they brought that infernal dagger to Grimmel.

If there was one last thing he could do for Hiccup, it was eliminating them and the threat they brought to dragons. At the very least, he could safeguard Hiccup's legacy.

The dawn came and was lit in the red of the burning fleet.

At some point during the battle, another grimmer looking fleet had joined from the Southeast. Outcasts were now on the far side of the fleet, mowing through the invaders with a savagery that put even the Berserkers to shame.

Toothless leapt over a fallen mast, blasting an attacking Trapper then firing at one rushing Loki from behind. They'd hardly been separated since the battle began. Together, they took out a dozen more ships. The absolutely massive armada dwindled into a handful of ships that it had once been.

Loki barely spared the felled men a glance before turning to the next ship. They were so kind to sail in such a tight formation that it was an easy jump to each ship. He landed hard on the neighboring vessel, the men long since learning that there was no escape so they may as well face him down.

He readied his red blades, eager for them to be permanently stained. He crouched to spring at the nearest man, his axe raised.

The sky split open and a solid rainbow crashed into the ship, separating Loki from his targets, throwing them all off their feet from their nearness to it.

Loki sat up with a scowl, shielding his eyes until the blinding light vanished, leaving Thor, the Warriors Three, Sif and a score of Asgard's finest standing between him and the Trappers.

Thor frowned deeply, almost aghast at Loki. "Brother! Stop this madness!"

"Madness?" Loki asked as he stood, seething as the men ran with the cover that Asgard's sudden appearance gave. Toothless did not let them get far, firing a large blast into their midst.

Thor looked around in mild disgust. "You have just killed thousands of mortals in… an hour? Two? You have no right to pass such judg-"

Loki's knuckles turned white, snarling in Thor's face. "I have every right! They forfeited their lives when they attacked Berk!"

"Brother," Thor growled, gripping Mjolnir. "This is not right. Where is Hiccup? Surely he did not con-"

"He is dead!" Loki screamed, lunging at Thor and flinging a large but not lethal burst of magic at him. "And you are also to blame!"

Thor grunted as it hit his chest and burned off half his beard. He saw a light shade of red for that and signaled to his friends and the warriors accompanying him to restrain Loki.

Loki roared and called a new dagger to hand, the others would now and forever stand as a testament of his greatest failure. The nearest soldier fell with a cry as Loki snuck behind him while an illusion distracted them, the blade driven into his right shoulder was by no means lethal but definitely pain racking.

The others whirled around and tried to circle him but none of them were versed in magic. He easily danced out of their reach and onto another ship.

Mjolnir caught him by mild surprise just as he confused two Trappers by illusioning them that the other was him—not as satisfying, but effective. He groaned as he was thrown into the mast.

Thor landed, buckling the deck some, a moment later—silver glinting in his hands.

Loki jumped back, teeth bared, and magic swirling dangerously around him.

Thor started swinging Mjolnir as he approached, only to stop when a Nadder landed between him and his brother—a furious Shield Maiden with an axe, baring it at him. The next second, another dragon landed with three irate clicks like a rattlesnake's—a Berserker with another axe between him and Loki. Toothless soon landed on the ship behind Loki, hissing at Thor.

Thor stared evenly at them. "Move mortals. This battle isn't with you."

Dagur snorted. "Sure…Look if you're mad at him for attacking these wastes of flesh, then forget it. We'd have taken them out, his help or not."

Thor frowned. "He still should not have attacked them. This is an affair of Midgard. It does not call for Asgardian interference-"

"He doesn't deserve to avenge Hiccup?" Astrid asked, infuriated.

Dagur added, the crazed look never leaving his eyes. "We were already going to end their good for nothing lives and campaign—what's the difference if Loki joined in?"

Thor finally seemed to grasp what his brother had screamed at him earlier before attacking. "Hiccup is…dead? Truly?"

Loki couldn't answer, his throat clenched shut, in anger and sadness. Astrid trembled in fury. "Yes, how many more times does it need to be said!?"

Thor looked down, suddenly feeling very different about last night. He sighed and looked up again, face remorseful but firm. "I am sorry, brother, truly but father has ordered you to return. You are to stand trial for-"

"For taking what was rightfully mine?" Loki hissed, backing up a step. He was far from done, a quarter of the fleet remained and Grimmel was still at large.

Thor sighed. "I'm sure once father hears the reason, leniency will be granted. We were not told the circumstances—only your actions."

Loki's eyes darkened. "Amora." The name slid out between his clenched teeth.

Thor blinked. "Yes. How did you-"

Loki spied a Trapper on a deck of a ship not yet attacked, preparing a bow for the soon to arrive dragons. He threw a dagger at him before anyone could react, barely tampering his newly resurgent fury with the witch.

Thor stared at the fallen mortal in shock, never having seen his brother in such a rage, while Astrid and Dagur only glared at the Trapper for a moment before focusing on Thor again.

Thor sighed. "Loki, please don't make the situation worse-"

"Worse?!" Loki snapped. "How could it possibly be any worse!?"

Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly again when Loki stepped towards him threateningly. "I—Loki, please do not test father. He was furious when we received the news."

Loki snorted. "How shocking. He is angry with me, again."

His eyes widened and dropped to the deck, startling the dragons and their riders. Lady Sif soared over where his back once was and rolled out of a tumble—holding another pair of shackles. His lip curled at the sight and prepared his daggers as the others who'd come with Thor prepared to attack him again.

Astrid and Dagur sat on their dragons, not quite sure what to do. Do they side with the god who adopted and saved Hiccup, and consequently them, countless times; or do they side with the Thunderer who they'd always served?

Dagur crouched on Sleuther's back, muttering, his mind made up. "No sense in starting my journey to sanity now."

Thor swung Mjolnir, hearing Dagur grumble something that didn't sound like he was about to stand down. Toothless shot at his ankle, surprising the god with the low blow and sending him crashing to the deck.

Fandral leapt to grab one of Loki's arms but was tackled aside, grunting loudly when the butt of an axe slammed against his skull. Dagur sneered at him before standing and brandishing his axe at the next opponent.

Astrid tapped Stormfly's neck, prompting her to fire a volley of tail spikes at Lady Sif.

Sif gasped, though she would forever deny it, and almost didn't get her shield up in time.

"Coming in hot and blowing out snot!" A male voice shouted as a green gas filled the deck then erupted.

The dragons took off with the rising heatwave while Loki jumped off the railing, catching Ruffnut's extended arm. They banked, firing at another ship and blowing it to kingdom come.

Loki slid back to the base of the Zippleback's neck to keep them balanced before adding his own attacks in with their assaults.

Toothless jumped from ship to ship, attacking brave but foolish men with teeth and claws before setting the ship ablaze.

Thor pushed himself up and stared at the retreating, double headed dragon in disappointment. The others were busy with the hoard of dragons finally descending upon the next group of ships, the dragons attacking anything two legged that didn't smell like Berk. Thor lightly swatted away a Hotburble, yelling to his friends and men, "Do not hurt the dragons! They are not after us, only those who own these ships."

Volstagg dodged a torrent before poking a Stormcutter away from him with his sword. "Someone might want to tell them that!"

Hogun huffed, punching a Nightmare. "That black dragon and his blue and yellow friend didn't appear to share those thoughts."

Thor ignored him and swung his hammer, letting it lift him up into the sky and after Loki.

Loki turned when metal whistling threw the air grew pronounced and followed them in a way that it shouldn't. He growled when Thor reached out to snag him off the Zippleback and threw a wave of magic at him.

Thor swiped Mjolnir to intercept it and grinned as it disappeared. His grin did just that when he suddenly plummeted, the magic transforming on contact into a pile of metal heavier than iron around Mjolnir and unbalancing his swing. He quickly readjusted to the different weight, his flight wonky due to the metal not forming in perfect proportions but in bulbous masses, and flew up underneath the Zippleback.

Belch squawked in surprise at the man flying without wings and tried to turn away but Thor was already upon them. He twisted enough that he would not hit the dragon, just skim it, but allow him to pluck Loki off its back as he shot by.

Loki shouted when Thor snagged his coat and yanked him off. He brandished a dagger, trying to stab Thor with it but he jerked and threw him to a deck that was not yet engulfed in flames.

Loki groaned, head pounding lightly from the impact and started to push himself up—only for Thor's boot to slam him back down. His eyes widened and threw a flash of magic at him, his anger mixed with fear when Thor twisted aside while keeping his foot firm and grabbed his wrist at the same time.

Loki felt a cuff click shut around his wrist. His magic screamed at being bound again and he tried to retreat by teleporting away but Thor grabbed his arm and went with him. They collapsed on another ship, Loki wheezing as Thor lost his balance and fell on top of him.

Thor used his brother's plight against him and grabbed his free wrist, securing it in front of him.

Loki shouted in resentment, shoulder checking Thor to the deck.

The Asgardians shouted, pointing to the ship Thor and Loki were now on, the Riders noticing them also and tried to provide Loki cover fire.

Thor reached up and yanked his raging brother down, his large arm pinning him to his chest while he wrapped his legs around Loki's so he couldn't injure both of them.

Loki screamed and thrashed in Thor's hold, giving him a bloody nose for it, for several minutes long enough for the Asgardians to reach them despite Berk's best efforts otherwise.

Fandral panted when they finally made the last jump. "Heimdall!"

The bridge slammed down onto the deck, searing it before disappearing and leaving nothing but intricate scorch marks on the deck.

"No!" Astrid shouted in fury while the twins trembled in anger, now having lost Loki and Hiccup.

Dagur scowled at the ship. He sighed and turned Sleuther away. It was done. Nothing they could do would help Loki now—except finish what he had started and eradicate the remaining armada. That he would do gladly.


Loki ceased all struggles as soon as the Bifrost closed, falling limp in defeat.

Thor let him go, allowing the guard to pick Loki up after he refused to stand on his own. He watched Loki leave with the escort, eyes distant and movements lifeless. His heart broke for his brother, he'd never seen him look so…dead.

He trotted to catch up with them, ignoring his friends' calls. "Brother, what happened? How did…?"

"Now you care?" Loki spat quietly, barely able to find his voice.

Thor almost staggered, brows drawing close together. "Of course I care. He was your child."

Loki snorted. "You didn't last night. All but condemned him with your own stubbornness."

Thor frowned. "I was trying to prevent you from making a mistake. I thought you were just fearful of the future and-"

"I had informed you clearly that that wasn't the case! What does it matter either way?" Loki snapped, refusing to look at Thor. "I would not have acted so rashly if I didn't merely want him to grow old and live a normal mortal life. I was desperate and you were blind to it—as usual."

Thor stopped, staring at Loki's back in disbelief as he continued walking. Maybe he had been…he wasn't known for being the most observant. He trotted again to catch up to them and try talking to Loki again but he stopped him, not even looking back.

"Don't. Just, don't."

Thor looked down, glancing at his brother who resolutely stared straight ahead. They continued to the palace in silence. It was still early, so most people were not out yet, and both princes were grateful for that.

The palace gates opened for them, allowing them to walk into a silent courtyard. They passed a few guards and servants, the latter staring at Loki in surprise before scurrying off to fulfill their duties.

They continued until the closed, golden doors to the throne room stopped them again. Loki took a breath and all sorrow left his face, leaving nothing but a blank, cold stare. Finally, those doors opened as well.


Well? How was it? Cannot possibly be as bad as the ending of Loki'd! Chapter title is a partial quote from Stoic about revenge, thought it appropriate.

Hope to see y'all soon and have a great day!