Well, this wasn't written in a flash, but hey. Though, you probably won't care because most of this was prewritten before the first chapter was uploaded!
Creativity: How would you feel if you did all this work for your big plan and no one liked it?
Author: I'm sure that one person would be as crazy as me to like it, right?
(Cricket noises)
Okay, I would be lying if I said otherwise. Still, I think people will like this! Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if someone had already done this already. Hell, I'd be surprised if someone hadn't done this already!
Creativity: Quit monologing and get one with it.
Author: One more comment and I will inject you with V9.
Creativity: Running, sir!
"Hold still!"
Razorre darted sideways to avoid a sword, aimed to cleave him in two. Thor and Loki had decided that he should spar with some of Asgard's warriors to help him develop his powers further. So far, he was just proving to be the most annoying opponent in all the nine realms. And this had been going on for weeks!
He and this latest warrior had been fighting for several minutes now. He was wielding a standard broadsword while Razorre had just his fists and light armor. He was darting around, avoiding the sword blows and throwing a punch every now and again. This went on for a few more minutes before he scored two hits to the side in quick succession, causing the warrior to collapse, holding their side. They cursed a few times marched away. Razorre rubbed the back of his neck a few times before speeding over to Thor and Loki.
"No offence, but I don't think we're getting much done this way."
Thor rubbed his forehead with one hand.
"I suppose you're right. You've beaten every warrior thus far without taking a single hit, so perhaps we should think of something else."
Loki took this moment to jab at Thor.
"I'm sure even father will smell the smoke from here. In the meantime, perhaps we could arrange for something that requires faster reaction time. A gauntlet perhaps?"
"Very funny, Loki. Though, you may have a point with some sort of obstacle course. We could also see if there is some place in the nine realms more adequate for training."
Razorre looked between the two brothers than shrugged.
"Well, I'm going to go for a run. I'll be back in a few."
With that, he shot off, a trail of lightning behind him. He made sure to take routes that avoided people. He had caused enough mayhem with the air displacement he created when he ran. He sprinted through Asgard, making his way around the inside of it's walls before spinning and surging down the middle towards the palace. and veered off to run along the outlooking pathways.
He repeated this circuit for a few minutes before coming to a screeching halt in front of Thor and Loki, who by now had become used to his entrances.
"Hey, I had a thought while I was running. I need proper weapons. As in, I can't be fighting with just my fists all the time. Seriously, I've busted seven knuckles in the past three days alone!"
Thor shook his head.
"we've already established that you can't use any weapons we have available besides knives, due to your, stature, and that you can't carry them effectively and run."
Razorre groaned.
"Yes, I'm small and shrimpy. I still need something to fight with other than knives! Besides, they could just fall out of the sheaths when I'm on the move or the sheaths could fall off from the friction and air resistance."
Thor shrugged.
"I'm sure we'll figure out something. Now, we were considering bringing a few Speed Stingers from Midgard to help you train since they have a speed that will allow them to prove a better challenge than our warriors."
Loki rolled his eyes.
"That was your idea, and a poor one at that. Do you ever think about anything other than cracking one skull against another?"
Now it was Thor's turn to roll his eyes.
"Can we save this argument for later? I'm sure you have a few ideas of your own to help our mortal friend learn more about his abilities."
Loki shrugged.
"I'm coming up dry."
Thor smirked a little.
"Suddenly my dragon idea doesn't sound so horrible does it?"
Razorre lifted his hand.
"I'm not so sure on that."
Thor ignored him. Loki was about to retort when one of the palace guard came rushing up to them.
"Lord Odin has summoned you! He claims they have a dire situation before us all!"
They two brothers immediately set off for the throne room with Razorre in tow.
Odin and Frigga were both waiting for the trio. They had grave looks upon their faces, Frigga more so than Odin.
"We recieved word that the Dwarves are under attack by a mysterious foe with power over snow and ice. We suspect the involvment of Frost Giants. Thor, Loki, take your charge and go to the aid of the Dwarves. This will prove an interesting test for the mortal."
Razorre gulped. He did not like where this was going. Not at all. Odin may have paid him respect during their last encounter, but it was clear that he still didn't like the fact that Razorre was still around.
"At once, father." The brothers responded before they left and started towards the bifrost. Razorre trotted after them, not bothering to use his speed until they were clear of the throne room.
"I'll meet you at the other end of the bridge."
Before they could respond, Razorre had already shot off and vanished from sight. Thor's cape was thrown right over his face.
"I am growing increasingly tired of having my cape tossed around in the wind like this."
Loki smirked.
"That's why I chose to forego my own."
Razorre shot across Asgard and across the bridge, straight up beside Heimdall.
"You know, my eyes can see everything in the nine realms, but it is incredibly difficult to see you when you are on the move."
Razorre rubbed his neck a few times.
"Yeah, I'll bet. Don't tell anyone, but I nearly crashed twice on the way here.
"I know. Those were the two moments when I could see you clearly."
Razorre turned and looked at the portal.
"How is everyone back home?"
Heimdall didn't even move.
"Much changed when you were asleep. I've already told you what happened."
"Yeah, I remember. I still can't believe vikings and dragons are at peace with eachother. Though, I'm not surprised it was Hiccup who did it. Only he's crazy enough to try."
Heimdall smiled ever so slighty.
"Indeed. I often wondered which of his grand plans would get him killed. Loki even tried to place a bet on it once."
Razorre chuckled a little. It was rather funny to picture Loki betting on Hiccup's odds of survival for his latest invention. Heimdall turned to him.
"Before you go, I would like to tell you something I observed during your approach. When you were crossing the bridge, I noticed the lightning around you reacting with the bridge."
Razorre turned, intrigued.
"Reacting? How so?"
"I momentarily saw a pinprick of Vanaheim when you were at your fastest. I believe that with enough speed, you could cause the bridge to open a personal portal for you."
Razorre whistled.
"That could be handy. I was going at a more casual pace just now. Well, casual for me anyway."
The two kept talking until Thor and Loki showed up.
"Ah, there you are. The Dwarves are losing ground against the attacker. You must depart with all deliberate haste!"
Loki frowned.
"Was that an attempt at humor in regards to the mortal's speed?"
Heimdall didn't so much as flinch. He merely opened the bifrost and waited for them to head through.
Razorre followed them through. The moment he was inside, he felt his whole body surge with energy! He looked at his hands to see them sparking like crazy and oscilatting back and forth with a slight buzzing noise.
"Uhh, Thor? Loki? I think the portal is reacting to me. Or I'm reacting to it! Either way, I'm probably not going to stand still very long upon landing!"
They looked their jaws dropped. Razorre's entire body looked blurred out and he was sparking like mad! They shifted out of his way just before they reached the battlefield. As soon as his feet hit solid ground, Razorre was off, going faster than ever before!
"HEEEEEEELP!"
He was hurtling through a snowstorm with absolutely no idea where he was going and wasn't slowing down! Thor and Loki both looked at eachother with looks of incredulity, which became winces when Razorre came careening out of the snowstorm and smashed through a brick wall and came to a crashing halt in front of a group of dwarves.
"Ow... pain. Everything is pain."
Loki grabbed Razorre by the front of his shirt and hefted him to his feet. Razorre groaned in pain and rolled his shoulders a few times.
"Note to self. Travel through bifrost is likely to end in extreme pain. Ow, definitely cracked some ribs."
Loki shook his head.
"Your ribs will mend themselves in a few minutes. To be honest, I'm surprised you aren't more injured. Now come. We must find this intruder and... Deal with them."
Razorre rolled his arms a few more times before following Thor and Loki towards the blizzard. Thor began to spin Mjolnir, creating a gap in the white wall. They could see what looked to be a man made entirely of ice, standing about eight feet tall. There were glowing red eyes behind the ice that made of his face and there was no discernable mouth.
"That isn't any Frost Giant I am familiar with."
Loki nodded.
"Nor I."
Razorre had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"I think I might know. Or at least, I think I know where he came from."
Loki looked at him questioningly for a moment before the realization came to him.
"You think he came from the same place that the aeromancer came from?"
Razorre geared himself up to start running.
"Makes the most sense to me."
He shot forward, heading towards the ice man. He jumped and went for a kick, but found out, very painfully, that who, or whatever this thing was, it didn't want to be moved. It knocked him away with one arm and stomped its foot, causing a thin sheet of ice to coat the floor. Razorre pushed himself to his feet and charged, only to find his traction no longer existed. He went hurtling straight into the waiting fist of the ice man, throwing him past Loki and Thor. Thor turned and launched his hammer at the ice man, only to watch as Mjolnir was hit by a blue beam from the ice man's palm, encasing it in ice. Thor raised his hand, expecting the hammer to break free, only to find that it remained stationary.
"That won't work, blondie. Anything frozen by me is so cold that the energy needed to break loose is sucked out."
Thor couldn't believe it. His beloved hammer was now completely out of his reach! He turned and clenched his fists, only to yell in shock and pain as an ice beam hit him as well, encasing him in ice as well! Loki turned and saw that Razorre had struggled back to his feet.
"We need to retreat!"
Razorre looked at him in shock.
"We can't just leave him here!"
"We will do him no good if we remain here! We must retreat and come up with a plan to beat this monster!"
Razorre opened his mouth to respond, but grudgingly nodded and darted away. Loki turned and saw a blast coming his way. He smirked and watched as the blast went straight through the illusion he had left for the monster to attack.
Loki and Razorre made their way through the destruction and ice until they made it to the palace.
"Let us meet with the Dwarf lord, shall we?"
The atmosphere was somewhat less than hospitable when they arrived. The Dwarves looked at them with looks that suggested that they were very unhappy. It was especially worrying since the obvious head honcho looked the angriest of them all.
"Well, trickster! I suppose you have come to ask for our aid when we call upon Asgards!"
Loki bowed.
"Forgive me, Dwarf lord. I understand that this is a dark time for your people, and we have come to aid you, but I must indeed ask for assistance."
The Dwarf laughed.
"Ha! You do indeed have the arrogance of Asgard within you! I have half a mind to have you executed right here, considering the mess you've landed us all in!"
Razorre looked at Loki, confused.
"We cannot save you from this beast unless you provide him with the means to do it!"
Loki motioned to Razorre. The dwarf king looked at him.
"Well, this is indeed curious. Why would an Asgardian bring a mortal to fight his battles for him?"
Loki gritted his teeth.
"He is no mere mortal. He survived a bolt of lightning not even the might of Mjolnir could contain and gained a strength the nine realms have never seen before. He can defeat the monster, if you provide him with the tools to do so."
The Dward leaned forward.
"Hmm. What is this strength, boy? Come, show me. Perhaps then I may be inclined to offer my aid."
Razorre nodded and took off running. He ran the entire perimeter of the palace in just a few seconds before coming back into the throne room. The dwarf was astounded.
"Impossible..."
He turned to Loki.
"A word with you. Alone."
Loki turned to Razorre.
"Wait outside the throne room. Someone will come and fetch you when you are needed again."
Razorre nodded and left in a blue flash. Loki turned to the dwarf lord, ignoring the other dwarves who were leaving themselves, whispering to eachother about Razorre's unworldly speed. The dwarf lord stood up from his throne and marched down to Loki.
"He's one of them, isn't he. He's like that demon outside, laying waste to my realm."
Loki nodded.
"One attacked Asgard a few days ago. He stopped them as well. This one, however, is proving much more difficult. He cannot beat it with his speed and his fists alone. He needs to keep his footing, and he needs weapons. More specifically, he needs weapons unlike any we have on Asgard."
The dwarf laughed dryly.
"A favour for a favour, at my time of choosing."
Loki nodded, but did not make a move to shake his hand.
"We both know what is coming. These attacks will not stop. Eventually, all the nine realms will fall. There will be no Ragnarok, dwarf lord. Not as was prophesized."
The dwarf's eyebrows scrunched up.
"All have said that you would doom us all, trickster. I guess they were right, in a way."
Loki shook his head.
"We do have a chance. A chance to save the legacy of the nine realms."
The dwarf lord looked out the door.
"The mortal? You think his speed can save us?"
Loki shrugged.
"Mother seems to think so. She asked me to tell you to send her a progress report."
"The rings?"
"Indeed."
The dwarf lord huffed.
"Well, I suppose we should finish work on those as soon as this mess is cleaned up. Call the boy back. I'll need some measurements before I begin work on his weapons."
Loki smirked.
"Thank you for your assistance."
Two dwarves quickly went to retrieve Razorre. When they brought him back, the dwarf lord led them back through a door and towards a large room. The air around them was growing uncomfortably warm. There was also a steady booming and clanging coming from the room. The stepped out into a massive chamber that had enormous vats with red light pouring from the top. There were several dwarves all working at different stations. Some had hammers, others worked enormous bellows, some were inspecting weapons and armor using elabroate headsets. The dwarf lord led them to an area at the back and called for a few other dwarves.
"Your power has turned your very body into a weapon. Now, we will provide it with a keen edge."
They took several measurements and motioned for him to follow them to a large basin with a silvery molten metal within it.
"To truly make this weapon your own, you must take part in the forging. The very steel must have your power within it! You will run around the basin and let the lightning bind itself to the metal. Begin!"
Razorre took off with a resounding boom, sprinting around the basin. He ran faster and faster, so fast in fact that he could see his lightning trail in front of him! He could also see the lightning snapping off and into the metal. The dwarves ran the liquid metal down a trough and into twin molds. Razorre came to a halt in front of the forging station.
"How did you get that mold ready so fast?"
"It is a magical mold. It took the shape of the weapon you will receive when your lightning joined with the uru within the basin."
Loki's eyes widened.
"Uru?!"
The dwarf lord smirked.
"It is the only metal strong enough to withstand the momentum that his strikes will provide at his speed. Furthermore, if he is truly as powerful you and your mother have made him out to be, he deserves this gift."
Razorre was just in shock. He snapped out of it when the dwarves removed the casted weapons and began to hammer the blades down. Once they seemed satisfied, they attached molded leather gauntlets to the blades and presented the weapons to him.
They were a pair of single edged blades that strapped onto his arms, silver in color and with two 'fins' coming out of each blade. The blades went past his fist and up to about the halfway point on his upper arms. It slightly reminded him of the wings of a timberjack.
"There's a special feature on these."
The dwarf motioned for Razorre to put them on. They fit perfectly.
"Now then, focus on 'sheathing' the blades."
Razorre looked at him confused, but did as he said. To his surprise, the two ends of the blades retreated back inside, making his arm look like it had a meat cleaver strapped to it. He looked over them a few times and nodded.
"These'll work perfectly. I'm humbled by your generosity."
The dwarf lord nodded.
"Your gratitude is most welcome, but you still need to defeat that monster out there."
Razorre smirked and held up his arm, letting the blade snap open.
"Oh, I have a feeling that's going to be much easier now."
The ice man stomped closer to the dwarf citadel, his footsteps freezing the ground as he went. He was close. Soon, the target would be silenced.
Then he heard a rush of air. He looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He kept going. Then he heard it again, this time accompanied by a faint crackling noise.
"So, you back for round two, speedy?"
Suddenly, he felt a something carve a long gash in his back! He roared in pain and spun around, swinging his fist as he went, only to yell again when he felt another gash sliced across his side. He looked and saw a hint of lightning in the corners of his eyes.
"Let's see how fast you move when you're frozen solid!"
He swung his hands out and unleashed twin beams of ice.
"Oh, come on. You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"
the ice man spun around, searching for the source of the voice. He couldn't see it anywhere!
"Oh, and a word of advice, never underestimate a Viking. We have stubbornness issues. Also, never freeze a Norse god and leave him there. Someone might spring him."
the ice man felt confusion, followed by a powerful crack to the back of his head. He spun around to see Mjolnir flying back to the hands of Thor. Razorre was standing next to him, arm blades raised.
"I'm gonna put you two into an ice age!"
He unleashed twin blasts of ice from his hands. Thor countered one with lightning while Razorre bolted around and slashed an X across his back before charging away and coming back to sink the front of his left arm blades straight into the center of it, punching through the icy armor.
"Gah!"
Razorre jumped off and continued chipping away at the armor until there was basically nothing left. Underneath was a man wearing a similar outfit to Hurricane's and had icy skin. He raised his mouth open to bite down on a cyanide capsule, but was prevented by Razorre's lightning covered fist slamming into his head, knocking him out cold. Razorre smirked as they tied him up and removed the cyanide capsule from his mouth.
"I was just getting warmed up."
Awful one liner is awful! So, what does everyone think of Razorre's new weapons? Before you get all angry at me for giving a speedster weapons, keep in mind that he is still a Viking! Also, come on. A speedster with uru blades attached to his arms is freaking awesome!
Creativity: It was one of the first ideas I had that the boss didn't shoot down!
Author: Because all of your other ones were just... (Shudders)
Anyway, this one was longer, and that's because we can finally get to the good stuff! Winter ain't coming today!