Dragon Music Tales
God (Thor) Help the Outcasts
Summary: After the incident with Hiccup and Cosette lashing out at Astrid, Ragnar wanders off to contemplate why they are constantly ridiculed and ignored by others, just because they're different.
Pre-HTTYD.
Requested by Arwen the Storyteller.
Ragnar watched Hiccup's face as it slightly twitched in pain as he wrapped his swollen stomach in thin wrappings, where Snotlout had kicked him repeatedly. He also had a pretty bad bruise over his cheek where he had been punched really hard.
His eyes flitted over to his own forearms, the dark bruises still visible where the twins held him roughly. He was struggling fiercely, but he still couldn't move. Their tight grip left those ugly splotches of purple on his fair skin.
Ragnar finished wrapping up Hiccup's stomach, and then turned over to Cosette, who was standing beside the window, glaring at the sky with so much anger, that if it was possible, Ragnar thought that lightning would strike down from the heavens. He slowly went over to her, and just stood there next to her. She saw him coming over to her, and her glare toned down to a look of guilt.
"This is all my fault." She quietly whimpered, looking over to Hiccup, who was trying to sit up carefully because of the bruises. "If only I had been with you guys instead of that mangy, traitorous, little-"
Ragnar placed a hand on her shoulder before she called Astrid something not appropriate for a ten-year-old to say. "It wasn't your fault, Cosette." Hiccup said to her. "You just wanted to reconnect with her after so long."
"Not anymore." Cosette lowly growled as she took a seat beside Hiccup.
Ragnar was still silent, and his friends took notice of that, noticing that he hadn't spoken in the past couple of minutes. "Hey, Rag?" Hiccup asked.
"Everything okay?" Cosette chimed in.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ragnar lied. "I'm gonna take a walk. I'll see you guys in a bit." Without another second wasted, Ragnar left the room. Hiccup and Cosette looked at each other, and nodded.
Why do the gods hate us? Ragnar thought bitterly as he walked through the forest. What did we do that makes us have bad luck? Just because we're different?! Hiccup is the best brother anyone could ask for! And Cosette, she's practically every good word in the Norse language! Yet Hiccup was neglected by his father, and he and Cosette were orphans. She was also half-Roman, a most hated enemy of Vikings.
They were meant for great things, though. Someday, when he's older, Hiccup will become Chief of Berk. Ragnar himself is the last member of a renowned family of warriors, and so is Cosette. Yet, why are they faced with so many hardships?
Ragnar stopped as he saw that he was at the cliff where he and his friends would hang out when they wanted to be alone. That was fast.
He looked up at the mountain that was beside the cliff in the distance. When he was little, he thought that the mountain would lead up right to Asgard, the realm of the Norse gods. If that was true, then surely they must know of his and his friends' troubles. Right?
Ragnar: I don't know if you can hear me,
Or if you're even there.
I don't know if you will listen
To an orphan's prayer.
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast.
I shouldn't speak to you.
Still, I see thy face and wonder.
Were you once an outcast, too?
He didn't even notice that Hiccup and Cosette were listening from behind some nearby trees when they heard him singing.
Thor help the outcasts,
Hungry from birth.
Show us the mercy
Some don't find on Earth.
Thor help my family,
We look to you, still.
Thor help the outcasts,
Or nobody will.
In his mind, he heard some people praying to the gods for the usual blessings.
Voices: I ask for wealth.
I ask for fame.
I ask for glory to shine on my name.
I ask for love I can possess.
I ask for Thor and the Valkyries
To bless me.
Ragnar then tuned out the chanting voices in his mind. Those things meant nothing to him. Right now, he just wants some good fortune to come to him and his friends. Still unknown to him, Cosette and Hiccup were still watching him.
Ragnar: I ask for nothing I can get by.
But, I know there's many less lucky than I.
Please help my family,
The misused and down trod.
I thought all of us were meant
For something good.
Thor help the outcasts,
Just humble misfits.
"Things will change, Rag." Hiccup said, making him and Cosette's presence known to Ragnar after he had finished singing.
"You really believe that, Hiccup?" Ragnar asked.
"I don't. I know it." He said, coming over to him with Cosette next to him.
"We'll be fine, as long as we're together." Cosette added.
Ragnar smiled at them, and the Trio shared a group hug. At least this horrible day ended in a way that was much better than expected. As long as they stayed together, they can overcome anything.
A/N: *dodges a virtual knife*
Okay, retract your weapons! I'm sorry, but My Version of Riders of Berk is still in progress. But I've gotten further in writing it. But, since I was just itching to upload something, I decided to post this.
I loved your idea, Arwen. I hope you like this chapter. As for the rest of y'all, I guarantee that the first chapter of My Version of Riders of Berk will be posted, either next week or the week after that. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.
*dodges a virtual cupcake*
Not literally! Anyhow, I'll see y'all soon! Don't forget to leave a review and give me some song suggestions if you want. I'll upload these to ease your supposed boredom while I'm working on Riders of Berk.
Got to fly!