MORE SPEEDSTER GOODNESS! So, I have a predicament. I want Razorre's speedster name to be something like Stormbringer or something like that in ancient norse, but I can't seem to track it down. If anyone could help with that or suggest a similar name along with it's translation, that would be great. Thanks! On to the chapter!

Frigga, Thor, Loki, lady Sif and the warriors three all stood gathered at a long stretch of open space. They were watching as Razorre was getting ready to give his newfound abilities another test run. The last four were rather skeptical about what Frigga and Loki claimed Razorre was capable.

"You can't honestly believe that a mere mortal could be capable of running that fast do you?"

Loki smirked and Frigga gave a small smile.

"Well, given he survived a lightning bolt that not even Thor could contain with Mjolnir, I believe that anything is possible. I'm sure that soon you will too."

Frigga turned back to Razorre and nodded. Razorre nodded too and bent down, bringing one foot back. He took a deep breath and pushed off. There was a rush of wind, sending all capes present flying over the faces of their wearers. Once they wrestled them off, they watched in awe as Razorre rocketed across the stretch, going increasingly faster. He whooped as he turned around and came hurtling back at them. He came to a stop in front of them and realized that his boots were on fire. He quickly began stomping to put them out and looked up, slightly embarrassed but also incredibly excited. Sif was the first to speak up.

"Impossible..."

Loki's smirk widened.

"Oh, very much possible."

Thor's mouth was opening and closing like a fish while the warriors three just stood shocked. Frigga's smile didn't change. Razorre decided to pipe up

"Well, as amazing as this is, there are some issues I think we can all agree on. First, boots. I set them on fire. I imagine that my other clothes will also set on fire if I keep doing this. Can we do something about that?"

The Asgardians all looked at eachother, seemingly unsure of what to say, Frigga excluded.

"I'll arrange for something. In the meantime, we must discover just how you can achieve this speed."

Razorre seemed confused.

"Wasn't it from the lightning bolt?"

Loki snorted.

"My mother is reffering to what the lightning bolt changed about you that allows you to do... that."

Razorre's face gained a 'oh, now I get it' expression before they were interupted by a new arrival.

"I see the mortal is back on his feet."

Everyone turned to see an elderly man with white hair and beard as well as a golden eyepatch. In his hand was a golden spear. Razorre suddenly realized that he was standing in the presence of the Allfather Odin. Frigga's face turned stern again.

"Indeed. There are some unforeseen changes from the lightning but..."

"But nothing. It is time to send him back where he belongs."

"Odin, he has changed. He is no longer a mortal the way we know them."

Odin barked in laughter.

"Oh is he now? Then let him prove it."

Razorre suddenly got very apprehensive. Odin wanted him to prove he had been affected long term by the lightning bolt. Sure it should be easy enough. Go for a run, hope you don't light your boots on fire again, simple. Still, this was Odin asking for him to prove it. He turned to Frigga, who nodded again. He walked out to what he considered a reasonable start point and hunched over while bringing his foot back again. He pushed off and ran. He looked to see the world blurring again. He ran as fast as he could until he felt his limbs burning. He came to a stop where he had started from and noticed that he didn't even have boots this time. And his feet burned like hellheim!

Odin seemed surprised by this, but his expression did not change otherwise.

"So, the lightning has blessed him with great speed. I'm sure he will find plenty of use for it on Midgard."

"Odin, that is only the little we know of how it affected him! We cannot send him back until we know everything."

"He going back tomorrow morning and that is my final word."

Odin turned and walked back into the palace and out of sight. Frigga looked disappointed, but didn't go after him. The others assembled left and went to take care of their own business. Razorre felt a little deflated. He didn't know why though. He got to go home! See Gobber, show off his powers to the twins and Snotlout. Heck, he could probably bail Hiccup out of whatever insane scheme he came up with next! Home was waiting for him by tomorrow.

So why did he feel like he didn't want to go home?

Far off, in a massive city made entirely of gray stone, inside a massive building and in front of a large ring with many tubes connecting the ring to various machines throughout the room, two figures stood in front of a computer console.

"You understand the mission?"

"Eliminate those who know the truth and destroy anyone who gets in the way."

"Good. We already tried using the equation to gather enough energy to reduce the city to rubble, but that didn't work. We're taking a more direct approach this time."

One of the figures walked up to the ring and rolls their neck.

"Hurricane, if you fail your mission, you will die."

The figure nodded as the second one tapped several keys on the computer, causing the ring to light up with an undulating blue vortex of light. The first figure, now known as Hurricane, stepped through the light, only to vanish.

They reappeared standing on a rainbow bridge. They looked out at the city and began walking towards it. As they did, the wind began to swirl around them. Clouds began to gather overhead and started to spin as the wind gathered into a tornado. They lifted off the ground as the tornado grew stronger. This city would soon be levelled and any who knew the truth would be dead.

Odin and Frigga were awakened by the shouts of people running by. They quickly stood up and ran out to see what was causing such a disturbance. They looked and felt dread fill their hearts. They were swiftly joined by Thor and Loki, who looked on in horror. Odin turned to Thor.

"We must stop this before it destroyed Asgard!"

They both turned to the tornado. Thor took flight with Mjolnir and tried to create a second tornado to counteract the first while Odin unleashed a blast from Gungnir. The blast was just absorbed into the tornado before being unleashed in a destructive pulse. Thor's tornado was sheared through easily and he was thrown to the ground. Loki turned and ran into the palace.

Razorre couldn't stand this. Odin had posted guards on the door to the room he was staying in for the night he would be spending on Asgard and they were adhering to those orders, regardless of whatever was happening outside. Razorre was pacing the room, trying not to go superspeed while doing so. He had already done that accidentally and ran headlong into the wall.

He turned and sat down on the bed while running both his hands through his hair, trying to think of a way out of his predicament. Then he heard a commotion outside and his door flew open. Loki stepped into the room.

"We need your help."

Razorre scoffed.

"My help? You're gods! What could you need my help with?"

Loki scowled.

"I did not come here and knock out the guards just to have you disrespect me. Asgard is under attack and only you can stop it."

Razorre stood up and clenched his fist.

"What could I do? As I said, you're gods. I'm just a mortal."

Loki took a step forward.

"Because you have a power that no one on Asgard could dream of having. It wasn't just an accident that the lightning bolt. It chose you. Father is too proud to admit that your power is beyond his comprehension. Better to put you out of his mind, that is his reasoning. Mother and I know better."

Razorre seemed contemplative for a moment before asking another question.

"Won't breaking me out and letting me stop something that Odin cannot just make him angry at you and me?"

"Mother won't let him harm you. Besides, on Midgard am I known for following the rules?"

Razorre smirked at Loki's joke before running at normal speed, followed by Loki to the entrance of the palace. Once they arrived they felt their mouths go slack at the sight before them.

Asgard was being torn apart. Many of the houses had been destroyed and debris was being thrown everywhere by the tornado. Razorre turned to Loki.

"How am I supposed to stop this?!"

"As loath as I am to admit it, Thor had the right idea when he tried to create his own tornado to counter this one. If you run around the tornado fast enough, you should be able to unravel it. Go!"

Razorre took off, the world turning into a blur around him. He began sprinting around it as fast as he felt possible. He could feel himself getting faster, ever so slightly as time went on. Then a massive pulse of air threw him right to the steps of the palace. Loki, Frigga and Thor all ran to his side.

"I can't do it! I'm not fast enough!"

Loki grabbed him and hauled him to his feet.

"I did not break you out of that room to hear you doubt yourself! You have more power than you realize and it your doubt that holds you back. I say you can do it! Now run mortal, RUN!"

Razorre froze at Loki's words, seemingly shocked. After a few seconds his face turned into one of determination. The Asgardians watched as blue lightning crackled across his eyes before he began running again. This time however, a blast of thunder sounded and he was moving much faster than he had done up to this point. Trailing behind him was a tail of blue lightning. He ran faster and faster, becoming a ring of blue electricity around the tornado. Then, with a loud 'thoom' sound, the tornado collapsed in on itself, revealing a single man in a grey jumpsuit. Razorre charged him and slammed him into a pillar of the palace entrance. The Asgardian family converged on the two of them. Razorre backed off and let them handle it. Odin was furious.

"Who are, to dare attack Asgard?!"

The man just smiled.

"Heh. You're scared."

Odin's eye widened with fury.

"Would you care to repeat that, mortal?"

The man began laughing.

"You've seen what I can do. I'm not the end. So long as anyone within Asgard knows the truth, we will never stop coming until we've reduced it to rubble. And if you thought this was bad, trust me. It will get much, much worse."

Then they saw foam coming from his mouth. He laughed a few more times, spitting out foam as he did so. Then he fell silent.

He was dead.

Odin looked around at everyone assembled.

"Whoever sent this monster to Asgard has declared war with us! As of now, we will double patrols and seal the bifrost! No one enters or leaves Asgard without my permission!"

Odin turned to Razorre.

"I seem to have misjudged you, mortal. You proved yourself worthy of standing among the warriors of Asgard. Thor! Loki!"

The two brothers turned to face their father.

"As of now, the boy is your responsibility. You are to to train him and help him hone his powers, as well as ensure he knows his way around Asgard. Are we clear?"

"Yes father." They answered. Loki seemed much less enthusiastic as Thor. Razorre didn't pay it any mind. He was going to be training to use his powers in Asgard! He turned and grinned widely at Thor and Loki. The future was looking up.

Still kinda short, but hey. College is wearing me out. What I mean by that is that I need to turn by brain off for extended periods of time at the end of the day, so writing is hard. If writing slows down, don't panic. I'll be back.