HAHAHAHAHA! NOW WE TRAVEL! BEYOND SPAAAACE!
Author: Creativity, why are you sitting in my Chair? Again? Especially since last time you blew up the studio two doors down?
Creativity: Yeah... wow that was a lot of monkeys. It's just the chair is so comfy!
Author: Well, since you didn't take the hint, I'm going to have to use the special button.
Creativity: What special button?
Author: This one (Presses button on remote, cause a spring to launch Creativity from the chair)
Creativity: Ow...
Author: Start running.
Well, now that we've taken care of that, hello! So as I promised, better chapter! YAY! Just to be clear, there will be HTTYD stuff in here, but it will not be the main focus. ENJOY!
Everything was blurry. Razorre could make out a sort of yellow/orange energy above him as well as figures moving around the edge of his vision.
"... see why lady Frigga saw fit to bring this human to Asgard. His kind were not meant to be here."
"Perhaps, but it is most facinating how his body reacted to the lightning bolt. By all accounts he should have perished."
Razorre sat bolt upright and gasped as he came fully to. The two beings who had been wandering around wherever he had been lying jumped in surprise before rushing to him and began checking him over. One of them tore open a door and leaned out.
"Inform lady Frigga that the boy has awakened from his slumber!"
The guard immediately rushed off. The rest of people present began to talk amongst themselves. There was too much going on for Razorre to process. He held his head with one hand while closing his eyes and shaking his head, trying to figure out what was going on. He tried to stand up, but the people who were examining him pushed him back onto whatever he had been lying on. Then the door opened again. Stepping inside was a woman that looked to be just entering her early elder years. She had a stern face and had a sword belted to her side.
"Everyone leave. I must speak to him alone."
Everyone left without question. Razorre looked around uncertainly. He had heard those people saying that he was in Asgard, but that was absurd. Why would he of all people be in Asgard? Finally the woman, supposedly the goddess Frigga, spoke.
"You must be quite shocked to awaken in the realm of your gods."
Razorre nodded dumbly.
"I will explain in due time but first, how much do you remember?"
Razorre rubbed his forehead, digging through his memory.
"There was a dragon raid. I was working in the shop when Hiccup started being chased by a Monstrous Nightmare, when a freak thunderstorm started. There was a loud bang and... I was struck by lightning wasn't I."
Frigga nodded grimly.
"Indeed. It left you in a coma for two Asgardian weeks."
"What did I do to make Thor so angry?"
Frigga laughed a little.
"Nothing. You don't have anything to fear from my son. I believe I should explain what happened here, now that you know what happened to you on Midgard. It was an ordinary day in Asgard. Thor and I were discussing his future as ruler of Asgard when all of a sudden, lightning unlike any we had seen began to strike Asgard. Many lost their homes in this disaster. In a desperate attempt, Thor drew the lightning into Mjolnir. However, Mjolnir could not contain this power. Thor then cast the lightning through the Bifrost and away from Asgard."
Razorre looked shocked, but Frigga wasn't done speaking.
"Normally, the lightning should have dispersed itself across the nine realms as we did not have any destination in mind, however it recollected on Midgard and was seemingly drawn to you."
This didn't help either. In fact, Razorre had a headache from trying to absorb all this information. Besides, there was still some things he didn't know the answer to.
"Why bring me to Asgard? Couldn't I have recovered back on Midgard?"
Frigga shook her head.
"No. As I already told you, that wasn't an ordinary lightning bolt. The healers of your village tried everything, but they could not stabilize you. You kept undergoing seizures, during which you would occasionally discharge lightning from your skin. I had Heimdall bring you here where we were able to stabilize you and prevent you from harming others around you. Your body went through an immense change. In fact, it is still going through it."
Razorre groaned, trying to figure out what Frigga meant by changes.
"What kind of changes?"
Frigga motioned for him to get up and look in a mirror. Razorre did just that and looked. He had abs.
"Why do I have abs?"
"With the amount of time you spent in a coma, your muscles should be atrophied but instead they're in a constant state of cellular regeneration. While you were asleep someone accidentally cut your arm and the cut healed without a mark in a matter of minutes. I imagine that you could heal broken bones in under a few hours."
Razorre didn't know what to make of this, or understand most of the terminology Frigga was using. Then something occurred to him.
"You said I was asleep for several Asgardian weeks. What do you mean by that?"
Frigga sighed.
"You may want to sit down."
Razorre suddenly felt apprehensive, but did as Frigga asked.
"Time between Asgard and Midgard flows differently. On Midgard, thirteen months have passed since we retrieved you."
Razorre felt like he had just been hit by a boulder from a catapult. Thirteen months!? He had been gone for thirteen months?! Frigga looked at him sympathetically.
"I know this is a lot to take in, but you must remain here longer still. As I said, you are still undergoing changes that we don't understand. However, I will send a message to your village elder that you have awakened."
Frigga got up and walked to the door.
"Of course, I can't expect you to simply sit in this room much longer! two weeks in here must be very dull, even if you slept through it all. There is a change of clothes waiting for you over there. I'll wait for you outside."
Razorre looked to where Frigga had motioned. There was a dark green tunic and brown trousers as well as a black belt and brown boots. He put everything on quickly and hurried outside. As unsettled he was about the whole situation, how many ordinary people were lucky enough to gaze upon Asgard?!
Frigga was waiting patiently for him when he stepped outside. The two of them set out, Frigga guiding him around Asgard. They travelled through the barracks, mess hall, and finally at the training yard. There were many warriors here, all honing their skills together. Then Razorre saw a man engaged in battle against two opponents. He had a silver helmet with wings on the side, a red cape and hammer with a leather loop on the bottom. Frigga turned to him, a touch of a smile on her face.
"As always, my son is seeking a challenge."
Razorre suddenly realized that the warrior was Thor. Thor seemed to realize that he was being watched and left the duel to greet his mother.
"Mother, it's good to see you."
The two embraced. Razorre suddenly felt like he was intruding. Once they were finished hugging, Thor turned to look at Razorre.
"Ah, this must be the human you plucked from Midgard! Good to see you are on your feet."
Razorre was a bit speechless. He was talking to Thor himself! Thor seemed to realize that Razorre was somewhat frozen in place. He shook his shoulder a bit, snapping Razorre out of his stupor.
"I forgot how entertaining it is to stand in the presence of mortals." Thor laughed jovially. Razorre rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Also, I apologize for that little shock. I imagine it was rather uncomfortable."
"I was in a coma for thirteen Midgardian months."
"And no one is surprised that Thor's aim was so spectacular so as to hit an innocent bystander."
Thor scowled at this comment, which had come from a man who was rather lanky and had black hair, seemingly slicked back.
"We've been over this many times brother, the lightning bolt should have dispersed across the nine realms."
The man, who Razorre now realized was Loki, brother of Thor and god of Mischief, raised his hands in mock defense.
"Merely a jest, brother. Merely a jest."
Thor rolled his eyes before turning to head back to the training field.
"I best continue! Wouldn't want to get rusty, now would we?"
Loki shook his head.
"Always seeking a fight. One day he will find himself in a situation he can't punch his way out of, and I want to be there for it."
Frigga shook her own head at her sons' sibling rivalry.
"At least wait until our guest isn't present before you two start ag..."
Razorre heard a cracking sound in the courtyard and turned to look at it, seeing a blast of energy striking a target much slower than it should have. He then turned to look at Frigga, who was talking extremely slowly. Then everything sped up. Razorre suddenly felt very strange.
"...ain? Are you all right?"
Razorre realized that Frigga had just spoken to him.
"Yes, just tuned out for a second."
Frigga didn't seem convinced.
"If there is something wrong, it is in your best interested to tell me."
Razorre huffed.
"Okay, I heard that blast from the training ground and I went to look at it, but it seemed to be moving to slow. That's..."
Razorre stopped when he suddenly felt his hand buzzing like crazy. He looked down at it and saw that it was blurring for a few seconds before stopping and blurring again. He stumbled back in shock and found himself on the opposite side of the balcony.
"What's happening to me?!"
He took a step forward again and suddenly he was back next to Loki and Frigga. They looked shocked. How was he doing this? He looked back down at his hand, which was still blurring. Then he realized what was happening. He looked down the hallway and took a step forward, only to find himself running so fast that the hallway was turning into a blur! He turned and did loop around, heading back to Loki and Frigga, only to overshoot and go flying into a nearby fountain. Once he crawled out, sopping wet, Frigga and Loki were waiting for him. They both had baffled looks on their faces. Several of the warriors that were training looked up, trying to locate the disturbance. Some of them began muttering to themselves about the mortal who decided to go swimming in the fountain. Razorre didn't pay it any mind though. He turned to Frigga and Loki.
"I think I may have figured out another change."
Whoopee! Swimming in an Asgardian fountain! Also, the power to run really fast, but SWIMMING IN AN ASGARDIAN FOUNTAIN! That's the most important part of this chapter.
Ok, these are shorter, but they'll get longer. I find that the beginning of any story that has to line up with another beginning can be tedious to write. That's why its so short. Once we get to the stuff that Creativity generates by running on the WHEEL OF IDEAS it'll get longer. Promise.