There Be Demi-gods

By: iamCAMBRIA

Introduction: Norse deities have been known to be more protective of their children than other mythological gods. Especially if their children are in constant need.

Disclaimer: All rights remain with DreamWorks, Cressida Cowell, Rick Riordan, and Marvel.

A/N: I just wanted to alert my followers, that this story is now being moved to the Percy Jackson section of the HTTYD Xover fanfic. It is now débuting in this story and it will take up most of it. Of course Thor, Loki, and Odin from the Marvel movies will be in this story, but the main focus is on Hiccup and Percy and the other demigods. So yup yup, that's all I wanted to tell you guys. So be aware.

Chapter 5: Visiting Day

It was bright sunny day, the rays beat down violently upon the people who played underneath. Below the beautiful sky and the burning sun, children to teenagers scrambled around the fields. Many of them were, not your normal idea of, well…children. They wore armor and carried weapons while eagerly and happily flaunting their orange or purple t-shirts.

The orange t-shirts said "Camp Half-Blood" in sharp, pointed letters.

Those with purple t-shirts claimed "Camp Jupiter" in capital, Times New Roman font.

These campers were split, half and half of each team were paired up. Playing against each other. But not everyone was playing this game, many of the purple and orange shirts were playing other games—such as simple game of swords, archery, tag, and food eating competitions.

But those such people are not the main focus.

Far below on the training fields, were once-enemies were paired with their opposites, were two young men.

"Percy, heads up!" cried the blonde one, he tossed his gladius to the raven haired boy.

Said raven hair boy looked up from the people who surrounded him. He gave a grin as he caught the golden gladius. With one fluid motion, he spun around, a trail of water following him like a whip. The people shouted in surprise and fell back.

'Percy' looked up at the blonde. His smile widened.

"Thanks man," He gasped, trying to catch his breath. "But, don't you think you were cutting it a little close."

The blonde grinned. "Had 'em right where I wanted them."

"Jason, watch out!" Someone shouted from behind him.

'Jason' spun around shocked expression met on his face as well as an invisible fist. He fell back, falling onto the dirt. A dirty blonde girl with an orange t-shirt slowly appeared before him. A New York Yankee's cap clutched in her right hand, a small bronze knife in her left. With a quick flick of the wrist and an elegant twirl, she switched the things to opposite hands and pressed the knife up against Jason's neck.

"Hand the flag over like a good little Roman." She laughed, a pleasant grin on her face but a mockery in her voice.

"Ah, Annabeth—ever to live up to your mother's name." Jason responded, flinching at the cold Celestial Bronze weapon at his throat.

"Well, I had a little help." She chuckled with a shrug.

Another girl stepped up from behind the trees, her long dark brown hair pulled back in pigtails; the bangs swept gently across her forehead. She sported a purple t-shirt, skinny jeans, and knee-high black boots. Her light copper skin glowed underneath the sun.

She gave a winning smile. "Hey babe."

"Piper." Jason grinned back.

"Oh hey, you guys forgot about me!" Percy shouted.

The two girls turned around in time to be met with a huge wave of water to their faces. The fell back with a yelp as the fresh water went into their mouths and eyes. Jason laughed, and summoning a wind, forced himself up and forward to Percy. He stood up next to him, his gold chest plate and greaves glinting.

"Ha, ha!" The two boys laughed simultaneously.

"The flag is ours!" Jason called out.

Percy pulled out a red flag that had been hidden between his orange shirt and bronze armor plate.

"You pinned the wrong guy anyways, Annabeth." Percy shouted with a wink.

The blonde with the baseball cap cocked one of her eyebrows, but the bright red blush that bloomed across her cheeks like a rose could not be missed.

The two boys laughed and took off running.

The girls called out at them indignantly but were met with another wave from the river. It kept pulsing at them, and keeping them at bay.

"Percy!" The shrieked.

Percy Jackson didn't even turn around, he and Jason Grace just kept running.

"Bro, nice job with the waves." Jason panted as they kept going looking for the marker to hang the flag with.

"Thanks," Percy quipped. "Thought it would be cool to add my own flare."

"Well it worked." Jason barked out mirthfully.

They both stopped running to catch their breath. Shuffling around the forest, they scattered the many leaves around them.

"Well, do you remember where the marker was?" Percy asked.

Jason shrugged. "Somewhere near Zeus' Fist?"

"Oh gods, we've got a ways to go then." Percy grunted.

"Not exactly," Jason smirked. "We could always fly."

Percy waggled his eyebrow. "Well, Mr. Grace, what do you propose?"

Jason grabbed his friends arm roughly. "Hold on tight, Perseus."

"Don't call me that." Percy warned, but was cut off before he could say anything else because Jason and he were flung into the air.

He gave a scream of surprise.

"Scared of a little wind, bro?"

"Shut up Jason."

They flew for a few minutes, before seeing a huge rock structure that lived up to the characteristic of its 'fistliness'. Percy nodded and pointed to the stones.

"There, I can see the marker."

Jason nodded and angled them down for the descent.

But he stopped when concussive waves hit the air.

The looked up to see a bright golden, metallic dragon fly up towards them. With the simplest ease it pulled up next to them. Between its horns, sat a Hispanic young man who was as lanky as a spider monkey. Everything about him said renegade mafia.

"Hola chicos," He grinned, his black curly hair blowing around in the wind. "Wouldn't happen to be going to the special 'Capture the Flag' marker now would we?"

He sported an orange t-shirt.

"Ah, Valdez. Sup." Percy greeted.

"Bro, you're so lame at changing the subject." Leo Valdez sniped, holding out his hand. "If you do, maybe Festus won't eat you."

The metal dragon whirred in agreement.

"Well Percy, seems we only have one choice." Jason said looking at Leo and the dragon.

"Right." Percy gulped, bracing himself.

"Wait, what?" Leo asked.

Jason and Percy both fell from the air like a pair of stones. Percy screamed as the air tore past him, Jason only let out a set of maniacal guffaws. Percy glared at his friend.

"Thrill issues dude!" He shrieked.

Jason only reached over and grabbed Percy's arm. "Hold on!"

With that he pulled his legs down and summoned another torrent of wind. It blasted both him and the son of Poseidon but he righted themselves. With that and another harsh blast, they landed with a thud on the rocky ground. Percy's knees buckled under him and he used Jason to pull himself up again.

"Okay, next time warn me before you plan to fall from the sky." Percy snapped.

"Alright, alright." Jason responded, raising his arms up in defense. "Geez, don't get antsy."

Percy waved him off and looked around for the pole for his flag.

"See it?"

"Nope."

"Helpful."

"We've got time."

"Because Leo's in the sky on the back of a fire breathing dragon. Right. Sure—time."

"Shut up, Jackson." Jason snarked, looking around still.

"Ah man, there look!" Percy pointed up. There on the very top of Zeus' Fist was a tall pole that was held up by two long beams of wood.

They were about to get up there when suddenly, out of the woods that surrounded the structure about fifty teenagers and children in orange and purple t-shirts flooded out. They were all waving their gladii and other assorted weapons.

"Well doesn't that just beat all." Percy marveled.

Jason smirked and spun his weapon around. "Well, this should be fun."

Percy rolled his eyes and laughed nervously, "Yeah, fun."

Ω Ω Ω

Frank looked up from his table and grinned at the dirty and training worn warriors reached him.

"Hey guys!" Hazel piped up from next to him.

Frank spared her a grin before looking at the others. "Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Jason, and Piper—so who won?"

Annabeth stretched out her arms leisurely before wrapping one over Percy's shoulders.

"No one."

Hazel looked up, her brown-grey eyes wide with shock. "What?"

"The guys and the rest of the camps decided to burn the flag." Piper laughed, gently punching Jason and Leo on the arms.

"What do you mean 'burn the flag'?"

"I mean, Jason got angry and burned the stupid flag." Percy growled, shooting Jason a look.

Said blonde crossed his arms and glowered back at the sea demi-god. "Look Percy, you've got a problem with—"

"Jason, the point is we could've won and you made us lose because you couldn't keep your powers in check."

"I got war-heat."

"I doesn't matter. Not only did you burn our flag though, you injured several of the others!"

"That's because you Greeks are so weak!"

"Or maybe you Romans are too blood thirsty to notice where you shove your swords up—"

"Whoa guys, whoa!" Annabeth interrupted, she shoved her hands between the two who were very close to strangling each other's necks. "We all understand, so can we just sit down like civilized people and eat?"

Frank and Hazel grinned.

"But first you have to apologize to each other." Leo smirked, batting his eyelashes.

Both Percy and Jason glared at him.

Piper crossed her arms and flicked her long dark brown hair off her shoulders. "Go on."

"…Sorry for…whatever." Percy mumbled.

Annabeth nodded her approval with a smug grin.

Jason only titled his chin upwards.

Everyone waited, breath baited.

Nothing.

Piper smacked Jason's arm.

"Sorry." He muttered.

Frank broke in. "Alright guys, now that we've witness bromance, we can eat."

The others mumbled and griped but sat down with the couple. Leo smiled and stayed standing.

"Well, mis amigos, I'll get the food." He walked away.

Annabeth laid her head against Percy's shoulder before flinching back, her noise scrunching. "Ugh, you smell, Seaweed Brain."

"Thank you." Percy quipped, tilting his head back.

They all sat quietly, most of them closing their eyes sleepily. It wasn't until the lanky Mexican returned that they all perked up.

"Food a-la-Leo has arrived." He chirped placing each person's favorite food in front of them.

Frank licked his lips along with Leo.

Percy began picking at his pepperoni pizza, Annabeth dug into hers. Jason just stared at his food. Both Hazel and Piper ate theirs quietly.

Hazel was about to start a conversation when the camp's warning bells rung.

Percy and Jason rolled their eyes and groaned.

"Well let's get to the borders and find out what it is." Annabeth sighed leaving her plate where it was and running from the eating house.

The others followed her out. Their feet pounded the ground as they rushed past panicked campers. Getting past the mob and an old graying centaur, they ran into the forest. Branches and trees were there to greet and swat at them. As they ran, they were met with the concussing sounds of a roar. It wasn't a good sign.

"Come on!" Percy shouted, pulling Riptide from his pocket.

Piper drew her knife, Annabeth readied her baseball cap, Frank turned into a bear, Hazel braced herself and Leo tightened his tool pouch.

"Fan out, make a line so that way we can cover more ground!" Jason barked, pulling out his gold cesterea and flipping it so it turned into his gladius.

The others did as they were told.

When they got there, to the borders of the Camp, they were shocked and terrified at what they saw. A small boy, with a missing leg was scrambling around trying not to get eaten by a gorgon. This same boy was crying out and screaming while trying to stand without his leg.

"Hjalp!" He screamed. "Vinsamlegast hjalp!"

The sight made Piper sick.

"Right," Percy grunted, "let's go save him."

Today just keeps getting better and better.

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