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A/N: Sorry for taking so long! School's been a real pain, but now it's summer and I can update all my stories frequently now:) Thank you for being so patient!
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.
Chapter 6: Big Trouble
Hiccup's eyes opened blearily, his eyes meeting a great green splotch. Lifting his head, he realized that he was sprawled out on a grassy green ground. Coughing, he pushed himself up, body resting forwards on his forearms.
"Have a good nap?"
Hiccup turned his head to the side to realize that Odin was standing there, smiling smugly at him in all his armor.
"You!" Hiccup hissed, flinching as pain shot up his leg.
He looked down to see that his prosthetic was missing, but the stub of his leg torn, the wound reopened and bleeding. The sight made him want to throw up. Odin only laughed.
"Yes little demi-god, your faulty leg came off in the squabble that you and I had." Odin chuckled.
"What do you want from me?" Hiccup demanded, his voice cracking. "What'd I ever do to you? Other than my parentage, what'd I ever do?"
"Oh nothing, I fear that was Odin's hate speaking in my stead." The great person grinned. "It is my pleasure to tell you that I am not, indeed, Odin."
Hiccup blanched. His stomach burned and his eyes watered. If this was not Odin then who—
"Oh, you misunderstand me," The fake Odin chuckled. "This is Odin's body, but I possess it. Quite a weakling, the 'Allfather' of the Norse gods."
"Who…who are you?" Hiccup whispered.
The man guffawed. All too pleased that Hiccup was now indeed frightened. He sneered at him.
"You do not know my name, boy."
"Well now I want to know now."
Odin smirked. "Do you really think I'm going to tell you?"
"Yes." Hiccup smirked, formulating a plan of his own. "Because, then I can really fear you. Wouldn't you love to get the credit that you need? Because Odin is the one I'm really afraid of, not whoever you are."
"Very well, Hiccup Lokisson. I am Uranus."
Hiccup smirked, and laughter bubbled up in his throat. Uranus. And people thought that Norse names were ridiculous. There were so many puns that could be applied to Uranus' name.
"Do you dare mock my name, boy?"
"Only 'cause it sounds like something else." Hiccup laughed.
Uranus leaned forwards and smacked Hiccup across the face. The Viking boy shrieked and grabbed his stinging cheek. Uranus snarled at him.
"Do not pick fights you cannot win."
"Those are the best kind." Hiccup retorted, glaring at the other. "So if you're not a Norse god, then what are you?"
"You will have to find out on your own time, boy." Uranus growled.
"I'm not hanging out with you." The boy snapped, hauling himself.
Uranus lashed out, forcing the boy upon the ground. "You have no idea, how much trouble you will be in for the things you called me earlier."
"Things I said earlier?" Hiccup laughed weakly. "Can't we let the past be in the past?"
The god laughed. "If only things could be that simple."
"They are." Hiccup muttered.
Uranus looked down and frowned. "For now, I am to leave you. There are things I must do for my preparation to take my original form."
Hiccup licked his lips. "And how will I help?"
Uranus smiled. "You will be the distraction for my enemy."
Before Hiccup could question the being, Odin lifted his arm and suddenly the world became dark for Hiccup. It was as if the night sky had fallen and was now blanketing him. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see, and couldn't feel. He opened his mouth to cry out but he was met with the nothingness of no air.
"Remember Hiccup Lokisson, your cooperation is all I need—if you do so, you will not die."
And suddenly the dark was gone and the sun returned and Uranus was gone. But, Hiccup did not have a chance to relish the freedom. There, in front of him, was a huge monster. He gulped.
"Well, you seem friendly." Hiccup started sarcastically, eyes widening when he saw that the creature, held a weapon in its hand.
The monster roared and charged towards him. Hiccup immediately rolled over, trying to scramble to run. But he fell; his blasted prosthetic was missing.
"Oh for the love of Thor!" Hiccup yelled in frustration. He was alternating between running on all fours and hobbling from foot to stump. "The gods just love to flip me off."
The creature simply caught up to him. Hiccup screamed.
"Somebody please help me!"
The monster raised its huge hoof like hand and back handed him. Hiccup yelped in pain as it collided with his body. He was flung across the air like a ragdoll, his back hitting a tree. Red splattered his vision and stars danced before his eyes. Why couldn't he have been born a warrior?
"Please…?" He whispered.
And then suddenly there were yells. Seven people dashed from out of the trees—well, six people and one bear—and attacked the monster. They were well together, like a well-oiled machine fighting as if they all shared minds. They were dressed strangely though, and for a second, Hiccup couldn't help but wonder if they were Valkyries. But of course, that couldn't be right, because there were male warriors to.
It wasn't long before the creature turned to dust—which was quite a surprise to the Viking. The people who had saved him, seemed out of breath. He gave them a moment to catch it before trying to limp up to them. Hiccup found himself, face-flat on the floor. But then a pair of strong hands hauled him up. Hiccup came face to face with a sea-green eyed, raven haired boy.
The boy said something that Hiccup didn't quite understand.
"I'm sorry," Hiccup rasped, "But, I didn't catch that. Repeat what you said, please."
The young man's brows furrowed in confusion and he spoke again. A thought dawned upon Hiccup—something that he hadn't thought of before.
"You don't understand Norse."
Promptly after that, he felt his shaky grasp on comprehension of the world slip away as the day's events caught up to him. Hiccup blacked out. The concerned shouts of the strange people following him.
Ω Ω Ω
"Þú skilur ekki Norrænnar." The boy whispered before his eyes rolled back.
Percy lunged out and caught the boy before he hit his head on the ground. Annabeth looked at Percy with concern. Jason and the other Romans seemed concerned, Frank and Hazel didn't know what to make of the situation. Leo cooed.
"Look, the kid tired himself out."
"This isn't funny, Leo." Annabeth snapped.
Leo frowned, "I didn't say it was."
"Let's get him to the medic bay." Percy frowned. He did not like how the boy's leg was still bleeding. He wasn't sure if the monster had severed the limb or what, but it made him sick. The boy really wasn't more than a child; that was for sure.
They nodded and followed the son of Poseidon. As they reached the camp though, they stopped at the tree with the Golden Fleece. Percy turned to Annabeth, worry etched on his face.
"How do we let him in? We don't know his name."
Annabeth sighed. "I will try to introduce him as a friend."
After a little bit, they were able to allow the small boy to pass through the field that protected their camp. With that obstacle behind, they rushed through the forest, running through the gates of the now semi-calmed camp.
"Percy!" Chiron galloped up to them. "Whatever is going on?"
"Chiron, he's hurt—bad." Percy said, shifting the boy for the old centaur to see.
Chiron frowned. No half-blood had ever had limbs decapitated on their way to the camp. Either they had made it, or not. This boy was either very, very lucky to be alive, or very, very misfortunate to have had his leg snatched away.
Chiron scooped to boy up in his arms.
The boy flinched.
"Loki…pabbi…" He moaned.
Without hesitating, Chiron trotted away at a face pace, maneuvering in and out of the campers. Percy and his friends followed the centaur to the medic house. The boy got attention immediately. It was to everyone's relief (and sorrow) to find out that the boy's missing leg was an old wound, and that he blacked out because he was over stressed. That he would waken soon.
To his own surprise as well as everyone else's, Percy volunteered to stay with the child until he woke up.
"He's my responsibility." Percy said. "I saved him, so I should at least wait for him to wake up."
Everyone left slowly, trickling away in pairs until it was just him, the boy, and Annabeth.
"You should go get some sleep." Percy whispered, looking out the window to see the sun setting.
"Don't be an idiot." Annabeth snorted. "I'm not going to leave alone."
"I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow." Percy pointed out.
"No, you'll be here with him." She bit back.
Percy shrugged and nodded. "I guess you're right. I wouldn't leave him unless he was awake."
"Why are you so attached to him?" Annabeth asked.
The son of Poseidon shrugged. "I dunno. Just a feeling I guess. He feels…out of place here. I mean, look at his clothes. You don't see normal people walking around in furs."
"Plenty of people do." Annabeth replied coolly."
"But, they just seem too primitive."
"Maybe he's poor."
"How many poor people can afford furs?"
Annabeth pursed her lips.
"And then there's the fact that we have no idea what he was saying to us."
"That would be because it's a different language." She said.
"Did you recognize it?" Percy asked curiously.
She nodded. "It sounded German, but not quite. Perhaps a dialect."
The young man hummed.
Annabeth sighed, a bit deflated. "If I go to bed, promise me you'll come to breakfast tomorrow?"
Percy nodded, returning his attention to the boy.
She nodded and pressed a light kiss to the crown of his head before walking away.
Percy sighed.
"Ég hélt að hún myndi aldrei fara."
Percy jumped at the sound of the higher pitched voice. Turning back to the boy, he saw that he was trying to sit up. His green eyes blinked tiredly but his mouth was quirked up in a smile.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Þar sem hún fékk hér." The boy giggled.
Percy exhaled. "That's right, I can't understand anything you say."
"En ég get konar skilja þig." The boy laughed.
"I really wish I could even guess what you're saying but I can't." Percy frowned.
"Ég get varla skilið þig. Gott ég er fljótur með að læra tungumál."
"Okay, new rule." Percy laughed. "We try to find someone who can understand you. Meanwhile let's start with a subject I think we can both understand."
The boy cocked his head to the side, confused.
"I'm Percy." He introduced.
The boy squinted, as if trying to understand the words.
"Percy." He tried again, pointing to himself.
The boy nodded, eyes lighting up with understanding. "Pær-sæ? Pærsæ."
Percy laughed. "That's close enough for now. What about you?"
The boy smiled. "Hiksti eg heiti."
"Um." Percy said.
The grinned a bit sheepishly and pointed to himself. "Hiksti."
Percy smiled, understanding. "Hiksti?"
The boy nodded eagerly and excitedly.
"Well, Hiksti, it's nice to meet you." Percy said, sticking his hand out.
'Hiksti' looked at it with confusion before grabbing Percy's hand with his own. They shook hands as if they had been friends for a long time.
"Ég er mjög ánægð með að hafa hitt þig, Pærsæ."
A/N:
Ég hélt að hún myndi aldrei fara: I thought she would never go.
Þar sem hún fékk hér: Since she got here.
En ég get konar skilja þig: But I can kinda understand you.
Ég get varla skilið þig. Gott ég er fljótur með að læra tungumál: I can barely understand you. Good thing I'm quick at learning languages.
Hiksti eg heiti: My name's Hiccup.
Hiksti: Hiccup
Ég er mjög ánægð með að hafa hitt þig: I'm very glad to have met you.