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A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry it takes me so long to update, but not only am I a junior in school, this story is so complex! Just be patient with me okay:) Thank you all for sticking with this story!

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 9: Toddlers

In all honesty, it was like watching a toddler. True, he was probably the smartest person in the room—that was including Chiron, Annabeth, and Leo—but he touched everything. Currently, Jason and Piper were trying to steer clear Hiksti of Chiron's confiscated bowl of lighters. The Viking boy had nearly lit up his fur vest, trying to figure out the dial to the flame ignition. As it was he'd almost crashed a flat screen TV with an umbrella; they didn't need Camp Half-Blood blazing like the Fourth of July.

"And he can communicate with the Latin speakers?" Chiron asked Percy, watching Hiksti wearily from the corner of his eye.

"I could understand him a bit," Percy answered reluctantly. "But Jason, Frank and Hazel understood everything he was saying."

"So, then he's really a Viking?"

"As far as we know."

"This is troubling indeed." Chiron murmured, a thoughtful had to his chin. "If the gods are disturbing time…it might truly be the end of the world."

Hiksti looked up, his eyes flashing completely green for a moment. "Ragnarök." The flash was gone and he returned his attention to the calculator he'd been button-pushing.

Percy and Chiron exchanged worried glances with everyone else.

"So you guys saw that too?" Leo gulped.

"As clear as day." Jason rumbled.

Frank scratched his head. "Any idea what that was?"

"Ragnarok…" Annabeth murmured.

"Sound familiar to you?" The son of Poseidon asked, turning to his girlfriend.

She nodded faintly. "Vaguely…something we studied in mythology."

"Not Greek. That word has no meaning in Greek whatsoever." Chiron input.

"But I remember it." Hazel said, looking to Jason.

The blonde nodded. "Yes, I do as well. Something from our history and mythology lessons."

The Greeks looked at the Romans interestedly.

"During the 400s," Zeus' son began, "the Romans began trading with the barbarians outside of their territories. These were the Germanic Tribes which over time became the Huns, the Visigoths, the Ostragoths, the Franks—"

Leo snickered and Frank rolled his eyes. Hazel stared at the two. Frank had the humility to look slightly sheepish for giving in to Leo's teasing, and Leo himself pursed his lips together with a squeak. Sometimes Hazel could get scary.

Jason continued. "As I was saying, these tribes eventually became the Huns, Visigoths, Ostragoths, Franks, Vandals, and the Vikings. Through their common roots though, in the beginning they shared a common religion."

"This is where our mythology classes came in." Hazel picked up where Jason left off. "In their trades, the Germanic Tribes would often share stories about their gods. One of these stories were about the end of the world—or Ragnarok. It began with the Trickster god Loki, he began to slowly pick off the gods one by one, either killing them himself or pitting them against each other. The would travel through the Nine Realms fighting one another, and also altering time to try and gain one step ahead of each other. By the time that all the gods were dead or almost dead, Loki sought to destroy the tree of the realms known…as Yuggeldrubsle or something—"

"Yggdrasil." Hiksti looked up from the calculator, his face pinched uncomfortably.

"Yggdrasil?" Hazel asked the Viking boy.

He nodded before switching to Latin. "Do you know of what you speak?"

"The story of Ragnarok." Hazel nodded affirmatively.

Hiksti only turned his head away from them.

The black girl scrunched her brow suspiciously before continuing. "He sought to destroy the tree. Once it began to crack, the Nine Realms—or worlds—began to collide with each other melding realities. And soon enough, everything exploded into one giant mess. Loki reveled in chaos while things died. A warrior—Thor, the god of Thunder I think—survived Loki's havoc and set out to kill the Mischief god. Through the fierce battle, the two gods killed each other. Without Loki's magic to keep its state of mass anarchy, the mixed Nine Realms explode and destroy themselves—thus the end of the world."

Leo whistled. "That is just as messed up as Gaea trying to resurrect herself."

"I hadn't ever thought that this Norse mythology stuff is real, but then I suppose why not?" Piper finally spoke up, looking to the others. "Perhaps the Norse gods are another form of Greek and Roman god counterparts?"

"That would make sense, but wouldn't we have seen hints of their Norse sides during the Gaea incident?" Annabeth asked.

Piper looked at her and then nodded reluctantly. "True..."

Percy looked over to Hiksti and noticed that the Viking boy was staring forlornly at his hands.

"Hey, Hiksti," he called. "You okay?"

The boy looked up, his green eyes tired. "Yes, I am well."

Chiron and Percy exchanged looked again.

"Jason, why don't you show our guest to the Hermes cabin? We will have him stay there temporarily until we can figure out what to do with him." The old centaur suffested.

Annabeth choked. "Um, Chiron, the Hermes cabin? Are you sure that's smart?"

"Why—oh…" Said horse-man drawled, looking at the boy in question. He shivered at the thought of what little Hiksti and the Hermes boys could get up to.

"He can stay at my cabin." The son of Poseidon piped up. "I've been taking care of him since we found him. He might be more comfortable with it."

"Or he could stay with me since I'm fluent in Latin." Jason challenged politely.

Both Piper and Annabeth rolled their eyes.

"You don't even live here." Percy snorted.

"Yeah, well, he could come back to Camp Jupiter with me."

"Oh 'cause that's smart."

"I don't see a problem with it."

"He's a Viking thousands of years away from his time and you want to take him half-way across the U.S."

"Uh, yeah."

"Could you both stop?" Hazel butted in, her voice irritated.

"Yeah, since everyone has a problem with where our amigo stays, he can just stay with me!" Leo grinned.

"No!" Everyone protested in tandem.

Leo backed down with his hands in the air.

Chiron rubbed the throbbing headache that was building at his temples. "I suppose, Hiksti should decide who he wishes to stay with for the time being."

Jason turned to Hiksti. "Hiksti, there are the matters of your sleeping quarters. Who do you wish to stay with until we think of a way to send you home?"

The Viking's green eyes darkened. "How long will it take for me to return?"

"I do not know the answer. But time travel is just as uncommon in this time as it is in yours."

"Oh."

"I am sorry."

The boy sighed. "It is fine. I suppose I will stay with Paersae."

Jason nodded slowly. "He said he'd stay with Percy."

The green-blue eyed demigod nodded.

Chiron nodded. "The rest of you may retire for the evening. Percy and Hiksti, I would like a word with the both of you…or well, for just Percy."

"Should I stay?" Jason asked.

"I think not. Go on."

The blonde nodded and headed out reluctantly with the others.

Once they left, Chiron looked to the son of Poseidon.

"So…do you believe that our guest is a demi-god?"

Percy nodded. "I'm almost sure of it?"

The centaur quirked his brow. "What makes you so sure?"

"Besides the creepy green eyes glowing thing?" The young man scoffed. "When we first found him he said 'Loki, pabbie' or something like that…and 'pabbie' sound way to much like 'pappa' to me."

Chiron leaned back a bit. "The god from the story."

"Yup." Percy peeped.

"I don't like the sound of that." Chiron murmured.

The raven-head nodded. "I don't think Hiksti did either. Did you notice how uncomfortable he looked when Hazel was talking about Ragnarok?"

"Ég er hérna, þú veist." Hiksti snarked from where he was standing.

"Right sorry," Percy apologized without really knowing what he was apologizing for. "So, if this Loki is Hiksti's father and the god from the story, do you think Uranus is luring in Loki to start Ragnarok?"

"It's very possible that he is." Chiron agreed.

Percy frowned. "I don't like this."

"Me either," the centaur agreed again, "but we have to make the best of what we have right now. And right now, we have a young Viking male who needs your attention. I dismiss you for now. Currently, I myself am going to ponder this Ragnarok and Uranus."

The older demi-god nodded before turning around, he smiled sympathetically to Hiksti—who was playing with a set of pens.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Hiksti looked up and nodded, following silently.

This worried Percy. Up until now, the boy had been very talkative. Babbling along with whatever he touched, trying to understand his discoveries. But now, the silence he kept worried the sea demi-god.

"Hey man, you alright?"

Hiksti didn't look at Percy. "Er það algengt að þér að tala um fólk, jafnvel þegar þeir eru í sama herbergi?"

Percy frowned. "You said a lot that time."

Hiksti snorted, shaking his head with a raw, mirthless amusement.

Almost like a five year old pouting. The other admitted to himself. But, then again…we must have made him feel very left out a while ago. Even Jason wasn't translating everything for him into Latin so he could understand…we kind of just…

"Hey, Hiksti," Percy mumbled.

The Viking boy looked up.

The demi-god smirked. "Fyrargefða."

The bright emerald eyes of the boy looked confused for a second, before they lit up. Percy didn't have time to brace himself for the laughing fit. The small Viking shook from head to toe, his fur vest swishing back and forth. It took a little bit to compose himself, but once he did, he looked back up at Percy—wiping a tear from his eye.

"Fyrirgefðu?" He asked cynically.

Percy face-palmed. "Hey man, I tried."

The Viking smiled and looked ahead, his smile widening as he saw the lake and the Poseidon cabin. He looked at Percy excitedly, before looking back at the lake.

"Yeah, yeah, you get to stay there." Percy smugly grinned.

Before he could say another thing, Hiksti limped off, his makeshift peg leg leaving tiny holes in the sandy ground. Percy quirked an eyebrow, and set after him; following behind. The boy reached the Poseidon cabin and grabbed on to one of the piece of log that stuck out from the corner. Using the overlapping logs like a ladder, he began to climb up. Percy was impressed to say the least—this kid only had one foot. He clambered up behind the Viking standing up on top of the roof. Hiksti looked out at the lake with some sort of reminiscent melancholy. His lips mouthing a word.

"Penny for your thoughts." Percy said.

Hiksti looked to him. "Tannløs."

"Tannloos?" Percy asked. "Is that a person?"

Hiksti nodded and looked out at the lake again.

"Is he looking for you?"

Again, the boy nodded.

"Is he related to you or is he a friend." It was like playing twenty questions, sheesh.

"Tannløs er eins og bróðir minn." Hiksti mumbled.

"I heard 'brother' that time. So he's your brother?"

"Ja."

The raven head nodded. "I'm sure he misses you."

"Ég sakna hans." Hiksti murmured, before looking out to the lake again. It was like the cove's pond. Not very big, but safe. The water glistened and called to him as much as the one in the cove had called to Toothless. And it teemed with fish, he could even see some of them, swim about closer to the shore.

He sighed. Toothless would love this place. If only he were here.

And then he had an idea. An incredibly stupid idea that only a person homesick would have. Percy looked at him questioningly but he ignored him. Raising his hands to his lips he took a deep inhale. Then he released. His Night Fury call echoed through the valley, bouncing off the lake and flying who knows where. He knew that Toothless could never find him here, but it made him feel better to call the dragon. He shrieked out another cry. He stopped when he noticed Percy shirking back a bit.

Percy titled his head apologetically. "Sorry, I just…didn't expect a sound like that to come from your mouth."

Hiksti grinned and nodded. He looked back out to the lake.

"So what was that right now?" Percy asked.

The boy didn't answer.

"Hiksti?"

Hiksti frowned…he sensed something; something that felt a lot like Toothless was answering.

"Ég kallaði Tannløs."

A/N: Translations:

Icelandic:

Ég er hérna, þú veist: I'm right here you know.
Er það algengt að þér að tala um fólk, jafnvel þegar þeir eru í sama herbergi: Is it common for you to talk about people, even when they are in the same room?
Fyrirgefðu: I'm sorry.
Tannløs er eins og bróðir minn: Toothless is like my brother.
Ég sakna hans: I miss him.
Ja: Yes
Ég kallaði Tannløs:I called Toothless.

Okay guys I cheated. "Tannløs" is Norwegian. Couldn't the Icelandic word for his name. You native Icelandic speakers out there, could you all tell me what "Toothless" is? Takk fyrir and see you all my next update! Bye!