A/N: So, this will, like my other stories, be randomly updated, whenever inspiration hits. I will though try to make chapters of similar length. Anyway, chapter 2, hope you enjoy.

Chap 2

"So," Astrid began, "Your dragon turns out not to be a dragon? And is instead a God?"

Hiccup nodded. "That about sums it up."

From where he was perched, Loki back in his dragon form, observed the two. He had thought this to be the most inconspicuous solution, as only about a dozen Vikings or do had seen his other form and only Stoic, Gobber and Hicccup knew the truth. He didn't want to cause a mass panic or something along those lines. Not to mention that Loki enjoyed being a dragon.

He was pampered, got to fly, was respected, had fun and could generally do what he wanted. Why give up something like that.

Of course, Hiccup would tell Astrid, whom he still had a bit of a crush on. Loki wasn't about to anything about it. Hiccup could tell whomever he wanted, Loki would adjust and continue on his merry way.

So, Hiccup was telling Astrid what had happened, and didn't realise that the other teens were approaching.

"He was leaning over me, kind of creepy really," Loki huffed a laugh, "And just introduced himself as Loki Odinson of Asgard. Then he laughed and turned back into a dragon and hasn't changed back since."

Astrid didn't look convinced, "Maybe you were hallucinating. You were just hit by lightning."

Hiccup shook his head. "No! Dad and Gobber confirmed it."

Loki watched the twins and Snotlout hiding behind a rock, listening intently to the conversation. They remained quiet, until;

"OW!"Tuffnut cried when his sister accidently shoved her elbow into his ribs. In return he hit her over the head, leading to the squabbling teens rolling out from behind the rock and up to Astrid and Hiccup who halted in their conversation to stare.

"What are you guys doing here?" Hiccup asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Spying on you." Tuffnut said straight away only to be whacked on the head by his sister.

"Don't tell them that." She hissed, whacking him on the head again, receiving a loud 'Ow' for her efforts.

"Who else is with you?" Hiccup demanded.

"Snotlout." The twins announced together, highfiving at the synchrony.

Snotlout took that as his cue to come out from where he had remained hidden.

"Why were you spying on us?" Astrid asked angrily.

Snotlout puffed himself up, "I wasn't spying on you. I don't need to. I am Snotlout, I am above such things as spying."

Hiccup raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Uh huh. So how much did you hear?"

"You're delusionary and think your dragon is one of the Gods. Which is completely ridiculous, because if one of the Gods were to be a dragon, he would have chosen me to be his rider." Snotlout boasted.

Astrid made a retching noise. "I think I just threw up in my mouth." She said.

Toothless snickered and jumped down from his perch, sidling up to Hiccup and purring. The teens looked unimpressed.

"Yep," Tuffnut said, "I don't think that's a God.

And as such the discussion was ended and the teens didn't believe a word Hiccup said and Hiccup went back to treating Loki like he would treat Toothless, the thought of him being a God being pushed to the back of his head.

But sometimes, sometimes over the next few days people would see shadows. They would quickly forget about them, but every once in a while a crate would shift and when people looked all they would see was a black shadow.

What also happened was the increase in pranks. Everyone blamed the twins, who were known for pranking people, but no ever thought twice about Toothless, who would look at them with big innocent eyes and go fly with Hiccup.

So, several days after the previously seen conversation, Loki was told that a certain Berserker tribe was coming to sign a treaty with the Hooligan tribe (Hiccup's tribe) and apparently Dagur was coming.

Why is this important? Well, Dagur apparently enjoyed tormenting Hiccup when he was younger and Toothless wanted to keep a very close eye on him. Before their arrival though, the teens under Hiccup were sent to round up and hide the dragons. The only problem was that Tuffnut and Ruffnut had gotten into an argument and let their dragon run on a rampage.

Oh, and when Hiccup and his father waited to greet their guests, it turned out that Dagur was the new chief. Talk about luck.

So, Hiccup had fled the Berserkers' presence and told the other teens, with the exception of the twins who had disappeared, the news and they were now trying to catch the Zippleback. Sadly the dragon would only listen to the twins and had decided to torment the village just as Dagur arrived in town.

"We need the twins." Hiccup insisted after the fifth time the dragon had escaped their grasp. He looked about and saw Barf and Belch (the Zippleback) hanging their heads in front of the door to the armoury, the very place Dagur was currently in.

Someone inside must have kept a cool head, because Hiccup saw the door slam shut, then he hurried over and tried to shoo the dragon's heads away. They took one look at the boy, who was trying to get them to obey, and his flapping arms, before going back to snapping at each other.

From inside the building Hiccup could hear Dagur preparing to leave. He waved his hands wildly, gesturing for the Zippleback to go away. He heard the door drag open and closed his eyes, arms still raised in the air, waiting for some kind of blow.

When nothing happened, Hiccup opened his eyes to see the Dragon gone and Dagur standing mere centimetres away from him.

"Dagur!" Hiccup exclaimed, "I was just thinking of you. Hey, remember that time we went swimming together... and you tried to drown me?" Hiccup said haltingly, unsure what to say as an explanation for his standing there in an admittedly stupid stance.

It seemed though to have been the right thing to say, as Dagur laughed and said, "Yeah, those were times. We shared a great many laughs."

Hiccup laughed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah." He said weakly, before flitting off.

Loki, who had been waiting around the corner of the building had heard every word of the conversation felt his pupils contract to slits as he fumed. How could someone laugh at the memory of trying to drown someone, especially if that someone was Hiccup.

Unseen by all, Loki transformed into his human form, dressed in his green and gold leather armour, minus the helmet, and walked out from behind the house. He watched Dagur plus entourage continue their tour, to the mead hall, ignoring Hiccup's calls for Toothless.

From the distance, Loki watched the people walk, keeping out of their sight, without using magic for the kick of it.

He trailed them, taking in the lads horrid manners and watched them from the shadows of the great hall, where the Vikings drank and feasted, before asking the chief of the Berserkers to sign some kind of treaty.

Dagur looked at it and demanded dragon blood to sign the contract, trying to get the Hooligans to admit that they didn't consider the dragons enemies anymore. Stoic tried to find an excuse, explaining that the dragons were too scared of them to come to Berk, which was why they couldn't slay any dragons for ink.

It may have even worked (Vikings weren't the biggest thinkers), had the damned Zippleback not chosen that exact moment to barge inside and ruin it. Loki growled, much like he would as a dragon, but remained hidden, deciding only to intervene should something drastic happen.

Considering who he was, Loki should have realised that such a promise would lead to the very much unwanted situation he would soon be facing.

The Berserkers went to attack the creature with full force, whilst the Hooligans did their best to shoo the dragon away and trip up those from the other tribe whilst they pretended to be battling the ferocious beast.

Yeah, right. Loki had spent enough time with the twins and their dragon that he was anything but ferocious. More like brain damaged from the many times the humans had made them smash their heads against something or other.

As it was, the Vikings managed to overpower the Dragon and Dagur made to kill it, sword raised. Stoic tried to intervene, but he only managed to cry out "Dagur-!" before the sword fell.

Loki reacted on instinct, pulling a dagger and sending it at Dagur. It hit the handle of the Vikings sword, knocking it just enough off balance that it narrowly missed Belch's head.

"Enough." Loki said, voice quiet but laced with power, it carried throughout the hall, silencing everyone present. Loki stepped out of the shadows, enough to be seen, but still hiding his features.

"What is the meaning of this?" Dagur demanded, idiocy overriding instincts. "I came here to sign a peace treaty only to be attacked by one of your men." The young man's chest was heaving from outrage.

Loki walked closer, smiling with fake pleasure. "Oh, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I am not one of Stoic's men, though he is a great leader." Stoic unconsciously puffed himself up at the God's praise. "I am from a place very far away, very different from here."

"Then what are you doing here? And what gives you the right to interrupt my killing of this foul creature." Dagur spat.

"This is currently my place of residence. As for what gives me the right? Well, I guess I was just so presumptuous to assume that I had the right. I don't think you should be attacking that dragon. I happen to like it."

Dagur growled at Loki's response. "You-," Was all he managed to get out before he attacked. Sword raised, he charged, not counting on Loki to spin out of the way, disarm him and knee him in the groin.

"You were saying?" Loki asked sweetly.

Instead of answering, the man snarled and attacked again.

Loki let out an exasperated breath. "The stupidity of mortals. You cannot defeat me." Loki pushed the memory of him being thrown around like a ragdoll by a very enraged Hulk to the back of his mind.

The Viking halted mid lunge. "Mortal?" He stammered flabbergasted.

"Not as stupid as I thought." Loki mused, sauntering further into the light, revealing the rest of his features. His armour shone as if freshly polished and even without the gold even the dumbest soul would realise that this man came with wealth.

"Who are you?" Dagur asked, "And why do you call us mortals?"

"Oh, I go by many names. And you are mortal, aren't you?" Loki said airily, not really answering the question.

Dagur sputtered, but Loki shushed him before he could say something.

"I really must be off now. Remember not to hurt the dragon." And then Loki and the Zippleback disappeared.