Thanks for your support guys. I'm glad you like it. Thanks to everyone!And yeah... The Einherjar are the people of Valhalla, the hall of warriors in the afterlife of Norse Mythology.Also I want to thank both Phantom Umbreon and Bad Ass Poltergeist for pointing out mistakes I made in the sixth chapter.I think they're fixed now, if not, I'm sorry.
Danny
BTW, this is actually fact. I had to write a paper in English about how our brains percieve stories. It's a really cool science. If you're interested I'll leave a link to the TedTalk I used as one of my sources.
The inner workings of the human mind are extremely complex. Different regions of the brain send and receive electric signals to the body to exact a certain response. The parietal lobe, for example, receives information about an outside situation and determines the physical action to take in response to it.
When a story is absorbed, the audience's brains are sparked to life in the exact way that those of the characters in the tale would be lit. For example, if a storyteller narrates a character eating a decadent dark chocolate cake, the listeners will mentally taste the rich flavors. Whether or not the frosting ever graced the listener's lips, the mind still remembers relishing the desert.
The human brain is extremely complex and there are numerous facts and inner workings of it that have yet to be discovered.
However, to truly capture what was occurring in Daniel Fenton's mind, one would only need one word.
"What?"
His brows pinched together in confusion as he stared at the man on the deck.
What the heck was an... Einstein bagel? (Danny was pretty sure those didn't exist yet.) In harry argh? Ein hair gel? Ugh, whatever.
Viggo met his gaze unwaveringly, a sadistic smile formed on his face as he took in the glowing child's appearance. His eyes continued to feed information to his brain as it raced through options on how to exploit this being.
Danny shuddered. The way that the man was looking at him now... it was both familiar and so bone chillingly forgein that he found his guard increasing subconsciously. It was almost the expression of interest that perched upon Vlad's face every time Danny met with the older halfa, but this was colder, much colder.
The teen had never noticed, but Vlad's eyes still held care in them when he was trying to take advantage of Danny's weaknesses. They both had an underlying respect for the other, boundaries that were set in stone and never meant to be crossed. Vlad knew exactly how the teen worked, what his obsession was and exactly how easily exploiting this knowledge would be.
Vlad Masters never did that.
He hated Vlad. The man's stalkerish behavior had become almost too much to bear. But he would never hurt (or worse, kill) anyone just to get to Danny.
Viggo Grimmborne had no such qualms.
He would stop at nothing to steal everything from the child that floated above him. Killing and maiming weren't something he'd do personally, but nothing would stop him from making the order.
In some way, a terrified instinct that came as naturally as his ghost powers, Danny was grateful that Vlad knew his secret. He was grateful that this man didn't. Viggo would not respect his obsession. He'd kill and kidnap, maim and torture, do every despicable thing to grace the human mind. He'd stop at nothing to rip apart Danny Phantom.
Vlad Masters would never do that.
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Hiccup
The Einherjar?! Hiccup's mind reeled. No way. Not possible.
The glowing boy met Viggo's gaze unwaveringly. As they both analysed each other, his stance (could it be considered a stance if he was floating? Ugh! Stupid glowing kid defying the laws of nature. Thor's Beard, he was tired of this.)
The exchange of wills took only a moment, and Viggo's curiosity and ruthlessness seemed to flow through the air as the glared at one another. The silence was only present for a minute, but it felt much longer, as though a god had slowed time.
The boy smirked and the spell shattered. His voice held a slight echo as he spoke, almost like he was talking through a wall, but it wasn't muffled.
"Well, I just keep meeting Seriously Crazed-Up Fruitloops don't I?"
Viggo blinked. Then blinked a second time, A third, then a fourth. He had just been insulted, everyone knew, but no one quite understood what in Valhalla's nane a "Fruitloop" was.
"What?" At least a hundred voices chorused after a confused moment of silence.
The boy grinned cheekily, gave a little wave and blinked out of existence. "So you guys are hunters huh? Bet you can't catch me!"
The voice dropped lower to speak with the riders around him. "I'll distract these guys, you should go find out who's attacking your island."
A strong gust of wind was all to indicate that the Glowing Boy was gone.
Danny
A grin was plastered onto his invisible lips. The wind ripped through his hair and his feet blurred into a whispy tail. He shot around the hull of one ship, flipped over the taffrail of another and landed on the deck of a third. Ten feet from Viggo Grimmborne.
The man was calling out orders to the crew members of his ship while simultaneously relaying them to the rest of the small fleet. Danny really didn't care enough to take note of what the orders were. He had no dpubt that most of them had to do with him. Likely something along the lines of. "Find Him!" or "Capture that Hairy Einstein!"
Whatever. Danny thought indignantly. I could escape easily now that I have access to my powers.
Danny's thoughts were focused on how to distract a large number of people. H e knew from experience that if a leader was completely out of commission, someone else would automatically take charge, but if Viggo was only being attacked...
If Danny could make it seem like Viggo was in mortal danger, then... That just might work.
He dropped his invisibility and chuckled at the shouts and scrambling to get out of his way that occurred in response. His hand charged up a blast and he charged the man who wanted to kidnap him.
He never got there.
A blast of fire slammed into the deck between the two and sent Danny's body somersaulting backwards.
Viggo slammed into the taffrail.
Danny tucked his legs underneath him and landed perfectly against the central mast.
Viggo stumbled to his feet.
Danny pushed off the mast.
They looked up in unison.
"Snotlout! Snotlout! Oi, Oi, Oi!"
Danny felt a sudden childish desire to collapse to his knees and pound his fists against the deck. Instead, he groaned and glared at the teenager that soared high above him.
Snotlout (Danny rolled his eyes again at the ridiculous name) had apparently decided that he was going to draw as much attention to himself as possible while simultaneously leaving himself completely exposed.
What. An. Idiot.
You'd assume that someone who raced dragons and fought with nothing but his fists would have a little more understanding of the basics of combat.
Of course, in a time of myths and lunatics, nothing would be likely to make any sense. Making assumptions about the way people should act was more likely to only result in a headache than anything else.
While he was preoccupied with glaring at the other teen in annoyance, he realized too late that he'd not been paying attention to his surroundings. A club to the ribs later, he was rolling away from his attacker clutching his side and wheezing.
Yup. He thought furiously. It's official. I HATE time travel.
Hi guys. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. i really should have. So I'm Sorry.
Hope you enjoyed it.