D2: Viking Style

Disclaimer: the original mighty duck characters belong to Disney. Sean Leffensen belongs to himself. You can email him at sk8ersean_01@hotmail.com. I however claim everyone else, and if you want to use them, e-mail me.

Author's notes: This story is mostly written in Allor's POV, unless the author's note says different. If you have any questions about the players that are mine e-mail me at IslandiaViking312@hotmail.com and ask. \ /'S are said in German. " " 'S is said in English. { }'S is said in Russian. ( )'S is said in Old Norse.

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At the airport everyone is saying their good byes to Magnus. Why, I have no clue. He betrayed us. He promised he would never be more than a friend to Team Russia's captain. He would be even more. he would be her team mate.

His bright blue eyes are focused on me. I'm just sitting in one of the waiting room chairs. In my hands is a blue keepsake box. On the top it is 'Magnus Saggi' in silver letters. His eyes traveled to the box and grew wide. Amsylec and I had ones like it with our names on it. They're for when we can't even trust each other with certain secrets; we put those secrets in them. Their sort of our, the terrific trio's, secret boxes.

The airport announcer said that it was time for Magnus to board his plane. I stand up and walk over to him. I tried to hold back the tears as I handed him the box.

{I found this in your room and this too.} I said handing him a piece of paper.

It was a magazine clipping of Blair. Around it was hearts. He never told me about his love for her. I mean I didn't like her, but I would do anything to help them out. He was completely speechless.

{I have to go get everything ready for the new team mates.} I said not giving him nor anyone else the time to say object.

I picked up my bag. As I was leaving, I could here Marria calling after me. She'll get over it. The acquired players would be here tomorrow, and everything has to be perfect. I went to the cleaners and got their uniforms and gear. I can't drive a car by myself legally until next month.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Of course, when I got home, I got a lecture on why I should be more courteous. It doesn't matter. I wasn't listening to Marria any ways. As she was winding down, dad walked in. He smiled at me.

(Marria, don't you think that Allor has had enough pain today? Al, I understand why you left. Would you like to go to bed?) he asked me.

I nodded and went up to my room. It may have only been nine at night, but I was totally beat. I walked to my bathroom and took a shower. As I lay in bed, I think of how betrayed I was. Blair would PAY for what she did. She took my best friend and brain-washed him. I went to sleep with my mind on Amsylec. What would this do to our friendship? Can we still trust each other like we use to? Can I ever trust anyone ever again.

The light shone through my window curtains. It was morning, but the trouble was to find out how late it is. I look at my alarm clock. It says 7:30 in blue neon colors. Oh my goodness! We're suppose to be having practice at eight!

I arrive at the arena with Ada. Her parents offer to drive Gunther and me there. I walk into the arena with my brother. He and Ada are having a conversation on the 'New Recruits'. Sy had already started every one on their warm-ups. It was funny to see Olaf goofing around since I didn't have to yell at him. He and Gunnar were skating circles around poor Runar.

(Hey, guys, unless you want an extra three hour practice, you better leave Runar alone.) I coached over the sounds of pucks being shot.

(Thank you, Al, they have so much energy. It seems a shame for them to waste it on me.) he says skating over to me.

Sy puts the protectors on his ice skates.

(Sy, will you help me welcome the new ones?) I ask politely.

He nods his answer. As we reach the door, I stop him. I quickly hushed him and motioned for him to listen.

{Okay, Sean, before you go there are some things you need to know about the Iceland team. Their assistant captain named Amsylec is a psychopath. He's completely mental, and their captain Allor is gay. She likes girls!} Blair lied.

She was outside with the guy from Team Russia. Sy and I looked at each other. She wants it that way, then she shall have it that way. We bust out the arena's doors. I was right. She stood in her normal pheasant top and mini skirt combination. Sean however was wearing a skate shirt, skate shorts, and skate shoes that loosely fit his feet. They look at us in complete shock.

I run up to Blair and kiss her fully on the lips.

{Blair, sweetheart, why don't you ever call anymore? I really want to hook up with you.} I asked.

Ugh, I just kissed a girl. To make it worse, it was Blair Adrianov. Sean looked totally scared. Blair was so speechless that it should be against the law. Finally, for once I have stumped her. Sy walked up. As he did, he was dragging his right foot. His mouth was opened allowing a little drool to slowly drip out of it. He was hunching his back the whole time.

(Master, it's one of the new victims.) Sy informed. His words were slurred.

A car horn blew. It was Magnus in a S-class coupe. Perfect, this going great.

{Hey, Blair, what's going on? Why did Al kiss you?} He asked non-believing.

{I'm gay, and Sy is mental, right Blair?} I commented.

{Why are you asking me? I didn't say that.} she defended.

I shook my head disapprovingly. She hopped into the car with Magnus. As they left, we walked Sean in. The other two had already arrived.

The whole team was on the ice. Okay, let me see how this goes.

(Okay, team, line up by number...smallest to largest. The regular members of the team will say there names and skate laps. The new members will say their names, and then I will go through the rules and regulations of the team.) I informed.

Everyone did as I said. Next I had to go through the rules.

(okay, Ivar, you, Ivan, and Sean should know some of my rules. As long as you're on this team you have to abide by them. If you already think you can't hack it, let me know. I'll have you given to a team you don't like. I am your captain. My name is Allor Anttisdottir. If you have a problem with anything, let me know, and I'll try to fix it, if it's within reason. Okay, the rules are simple, and everyone, even me, have to abide by them. No one is to cuss or make fun of your team mates. The rest of the rules are normal. If you brake any rules, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?) I asked curtly.

They stood there. Ivar and Ivan's mouths were wide open. Sean just crossed his arms across his chest. He doesn't believe me.

(Just because you all are new doesn't mean you can skip practice. Skate laps...NOW!) I yelled as I blew my whistle.

I skated behind everyone. Sean kept looking at me. He's probably wondering when I'm going to let everyone stop. Ivan and Ivar were the first to their knees throwing-up. I skated over to them.

(Join, Reg, you two. Everyone else keep skating.) I said.

Sean was the next. After the whole team had thrown-up all over the boards. I skated an extra five laps and then over to the bench. The rest of the team was waiting.

(There is always someone who is better then you. They can skate faster or harder. They can shoot better. They can fight better. They...more than likely will be the opposing team. This team is about team work, skill, honor, and endurance. As of now, you three *points to Ivar, Ivan, and Sean* are going through endurance training. You will find out where your rooms are when we're at the house. We all live in the same house. Everyone has a room mate except for Sean. You will see your rooms after practice. Let's do drills and then scrimmage, but be warned, you three. Practices are almost never this easy.) I informed.

Practice only got harder for them, but what made it worse was I did everything they did and more. When it came to the scrimmage, I put Gunnar, Sy, Ivan, Ivar and me against Gunther, Sofia, Sonia, Tania, and Sean. We can all guess who won. Sean was so bummed. Walking to the locker room, I explained to Sean, Ivan, and Ivar that because the whole team leaves in the same building, our parents live in houses on the same block as us. Sean already knew that probably. His sister Krysten is back-up goalie.

When we got home, I showed Sean to his room so he could get settled in. After, I walk over to Ivan and Ivar.

\ Ivan, you don't like attics, right? / I asked.

He nodded. I looked at Ivar.

\ Ivar, they don't bother you, right? / I asked already knowing the answer.

Ivar nodded. This was perfect. Gunnar and Olaf owe me ten dollars. They both figured Ivan and Ivar would fight over the attic room. I told them okay, and we all bet ten dollars.

\ Ivan, your room will be here on the first floor with Amsylec; you can call him Sy. Ivar, you'll have the attic room with me. Is that all right? / I asked half-knowing the answer.

They both nodded. Gunnar and Olaf each gave me ten dollars. Ivar followed me up the first stairs. They were wide and lead to the second floor. I then lead him through a doorway that didn't even have a door. Inside it were more stairs. We went up these stairs; they lead to the attic.

When we got there, Ivar's mouth fell open again. He obviously expected a dusty wooded place, but it is the complete opposite. It has royal blue carpeting, and the windows had silver colored window curtains. My bed is on the left side of the room. My half of the room is completely decorated in hockey stuff. My bed has sheets, comforter, bed sham, and pillow case with our team logo on them.

\ Wow, you've really done great decorating the place. / Ivar complimented.

\ I also don't regret that you and Ivan are on the team, okay? / I asked.

He nodded. I know Blair will bring up her prejudices against Germans, but that's her problem. I helped settle him in. Ivar is really a smart kid. Kid...listen to me he's actually older than me by a few weeks. I am totally loosing it. I have to think of a way to get Blair back for stealing Magnus. Ivar had obviously noticed I was spacing out.

\ Are you okay? / Ivar asked.

I nodded.

\ I'm just trying to think of a way to get Blair back. / I replied.

\ You could give her a bold cut and them die her hair the color of through-up. / He suggested.

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Please R and R. I'll put up the next chapter up soon or update this one, hopefully. Sorry It took so long and this is so hort, but I like forgot. Stupid school has me pinned down with History.