Mine

Merida's mind was reeling at Mor'du's revelation. That he wasn't the descendant of the original Mor'du, but the original Mor'du himself. But that couldn't be. It was impossible.

"You're lying, ye can't be the real Mor'du, that would make you—,"

"Aye, over a thousand years old," Mor'du finished for her.

Merida stood there gob smacked. How was that possible?

"The witch's magic did more than just give me my strength. It made me immortal. Ah have waited an eternity to finish what Ah started. And I won't let a whelp like you get in my way," Mor'du snarled as he leapt at her with his axe raised.

Overcoming her shock Archer rolled out of the way. Narrowly missing being sliced in half like a log. She looked at the ground where she'd been standing and gasped. Mor'du axe head was not normal. It glowed red hot, and there was a wicked scorch mark where it had pierced the soil.

Narrowing her eyes she drew an arrow and fired at Mor'du. It flew at him before the head exploded and released a steel net. But Mor'du sliced through it with his axe. Archer sighed in annoyance before notching another arrow.

As Mor'du charged she took aim and fired. Mor'du jerked to the left and let it sail past him before he continued his charge. Archer smiled knowingly, but it faltered when Mor'du whirled around and used his blaster to shoot the arrow as it was coming back after him.

Mor'du turned to her and smirked. "It's been some years since Ah have seen that bow," he said staring at it. Archer's eyes widened underneath her mask in surprise. Mor'du lifted up his arm and showed off a faded scar. "Damn thing was used by your ancestor. Ye look just like her ye know."

Archer gasped. If he was saying she resembled her ancestor. Then that could only mean…

"Yes Ms. Dunbroch. I know exactly who ye are. Ah always have," he said with a dark smile. Icy terror filled Merida's veins. If he knew who she was then that meant her family, everyone she cared about was in danger.

"No need to worry, Merida, Ah don't care. It wouldn't make a difference who ye were. Ah would have still crushed you… but…" he paused to give her a hungry look as he swept his eyes up and down her form. "Ah think Ah'll keep ye to myself. Ah'll have ye in your ancestor's place. Ah won't be denied again," he roared out.

Archer was frozen in fear. Her mind reeling from all these revelations. This man had been alive for a thousand years. How could she hope to beat someone like that?

"But before that…Ah will kill that Haddock boy," he added with a growl. And just like that her fear was replaced by something else. Rage.

If he wanted to hurt her then fine. But she wouldn't let him near Hiccup. Her will to fight had been rekindled as she drew another arrow and took aim.

Meanwhile Drago was thrown back against a tree by Fury. He cried out as he slowly got his feet under him. He was out of breath and shaky from their battle. Fury panted inside his armor, he was sweating and tired from their fight as well.

His armor had sustained minor damage from Drago's pike. He had small holes in the chest plate, but they weren't enough to make the armor malfunction. Though this armor wasn't as strong as his regular one it was still sturdy reliable, just like everything else he built.

He stepped forward to advance on Drago when he snarled and suddenly took a deep breath. Drago's chest expanded as he took in massive amount of air, only capable of such a feat due to his mutated body. Then with a roar he breathed at Fury, releasing an icy stream of air at him.

Fury was surprised by Drago wave of ice. He raised his arms up to block as it reached him. The environmental protection of his suit kept him from being frozen. And his armor's special alloy prevented it from icing over and becoming brittle. With a flex she shook off the ice crystals on him and gazed at the area around him. It was all covered in icy spiked protrusions.

But his attention was grabbed when Drago charged him with his robot arm cocked back. He waited for Drago to come before raising his right arm to halt his hook. Then he punched him with his free hand in the jaw. Drago stumbled back from the blow but Fury advanced.

He threw a left, then a right, then a left again as he kept the pressure on Drago up.

Meanwhile, Archer delivered a kick to Mor'du's stomach, knocking the air out of him. Then she threw a punch to his face, she swung with all her might, planning to knock him out.

But that proved to be an error.

For when her fist made contact…it was like hitting a stone wall. She cried out as she felt like her knuckles had been broken. Mor'du hadn't even flinched. Hadn't even moved. He simply snorted as she flapped her hand around and glared at him.

"That looked like it hurt. Shall Ah kiss it for ye?" he asked mockingly.

"Kiss this," Archer replied as she grabbed her bow in hand and notched an arrow. Taking aim she fired. But once again Mor'du simply swatted it away with the blade of his axe. Then he swung it at her. Archer ducked under his slash before driving her heel into the underside of his chin. It was enough to make him step back as he clenched his jaw and growled in annoyance at the throbbing.

"Ye won't win Mor'du. Even if ye get the stone ye still don't have the sword," she reminded him smugly. But to her surprise and confusion Mor'du only smirked. He flashed her a toothy grin, almost like he knew something.

"Ah wouldn't be too sure about that princess. Don't think your little shipyard fortress can't be breached."

Archer's stomach dropped to her feet. If he knew about the shipyard…then that could only mean.

"No," she whispered in dread.

"Aye. As we speak Gothel and Pitch are obtaining my sword. And finishing off your comrades. After all," he paused to shoot the ground in front of her, scattering dirt and blinding her as some flew into her face. She quickly cleared her eyes and looked back only to see Mor'du gone.

But then she felt a presence behind her. She whirled around only to be met with a backhand across the face. Then she was given a blow to the stomach. She cried out as the air was knocked out of her and went flying back. She hit the ground hard on her back and coughed up blood.

Archer was no stranger to being struck. In her superhero career she'd been hit by bad guys before. But no blow compared to Mor'du's. The whole world spun and she threatened to lose consciousness. She held on by sheer will alone.

"Your friends are more powerful then you two. You're only human," Mor'du said mockingly as he moved to finish the fight.

She was helpless as Mor'du advanced on her. Her head was spinning as she tried to clear the cob webs. She had to get up. She was a sitting duck.

Fury, who'd heard Archer's cry, was desperate to get to her. He threw a series of quick punches to Drago's stomach and then face before catching him with an upward swing to the chin. Then he lashed out with his leg, catching Drago in the chest and sending him tumbling back.

With Drago temporarily incapacitated he turned and to his horror saw Mor'du advancing on a downed Archer. Activating his small set of wings and his thrusters he flew towards them.

Coming down and deactivating his thrusters and wings he caught Mor'du on the side of the head with a downward swing. Mor'du cried out and was rattled by the blow before Fury spun on his heel and struck him across the face with the back of his fist. Then with his other hand he punched Mor'du square in the nose. Mor'du stumbled back with a pain cry.

Fury punched Mor'du in the ribs with his right before ducking a swing from his axe. He weaved right before delivering a right hook across the jaw. His armored fist clanged against Mor'du's skull and he growled out in pain as he stumbled back. Fury advanced, his blood boiling with protectiveness for Merida. He wouldn't lose anyone he loved again.

Never again.

With an angry cry he pummeled Mor'du with his fists. Not giving his enemy the chance to retaliate. If Mor'du had been a normal man his skull would have cracked and his ribs would be all but broken. But even he was hurt and rattled by Fury's assault.

Fury clapped his hands over Mor'du's ears. The attack disoriented him. Fury took a small jump and brought his arms down on Mor'du's shoulders, forcing him to one knee. Then he clapped his fists together and swung them diagonally across Mor'du's skull.

Mor'du was dazed. His head rang and he actually nearly blacked out. Fury raised his hands up and built up power before firing straight at Mor'du's torso. Mor'du was sent tumbling back, rolling across the ground before skidding to a stop.

Fury panted as he watched Mor'du. Waiting for him to get up and using the opportunity to regain his breath. And slowly but surely Mor'du got to his feet with a groan. His clothing had been blasted away by Fury's attack and he was now shirtless. On his upper body were swirling blue tattoos. And running diagonally down his chest was an angry red scar. It looked almost like a burn mark.

Shaking his head to focus Fury activated the claws on his gauntlet. Three razor sharp claws flicked out on his right gauntlet before he slowly started to advance.

Mor'du got himself back to his feet, albeit he was very unsteady. He couldn't remember the last time someone had managed to injure him so much. He tasted blood in his mouth. And his scar burned. Looking up he saw Fury advancing on him. With a growl he raised his blaster and took aim to fire.

But Fury was faster. Raising his left arm he fired first. His aim was true as he shot the blaster in the barrel, causing it to explode in Mor'du's hand. Mor'du cried out as his hand became scorched and bits of his blaster became imbedded in it.

He looked up at Fury with dark eyes and snarled. His mind flashed back to a battle he'd fought over 1000 years ago. When one man had been foolish enough to face him alone. He shook his head. He didn't know why he was suddenly thinking about that. He bared his teeth and growled, gripping his axe tighter as he waited for Fury to come.

"FURY!" suddenly came a shout from behind. Fury froze in his tracks before turning slightly to look behind him. And his stomach dropped at what he saw.

It was Merida. She was being held by Drago from behind as his robotic arm was wrapped around her neck. Drago glared dangerously and Merida's eyes were wide with uncertainty.

"Surrender Fury. Or she dies," Drago warned. Fury didn't move. He kept his gaze fixed on Drago while keeping Mor'du in his sight as well. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Merida was in danger, with his robotic arm Drago could easily break her neck. But what was worse was that he knew he would. He didn't care about anyone else. Especially not his enemy.

A subtle shake of the head from Merida let him know what she wanted. She wanted him to fight. To not surrender. To let her die. His mind flashed back to the Keiko's last words. When he was holding her bleeding and weak form. Looking at him with such sadness and regret.

What should he do? Fight and maybe protect the lives of millions? Or lose the woman he loved again.

It wasn't even a choice.

I choose Merida.

Lowering his arm he let it fall to his side before dropping his head in defeat. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose someone he loved again. Especially not Merida.

Drago smiled triumphantly. Merida tried to scream at him in protest but was cut off when her eyes widened as she looked behind him. Fury turned to follow her gaze just in time to see Mor'du advancing with his axe poised above his head. Fury didn't have time to dodge as he swung.

The axe slashed through Fury's armor. Searing hot pain ripped through him and he released strangled cry before falling to the ground. He felt the burning hot line running across his chest. He smelled the burning of his flesh and scorched metal. The pain was overwhelming and he blacked out.

But he prayed that he'd given Merida a chance to live. She was a fighter. He knew she could find a way.

Mor'du smiled viciously as his opponent lay on the ground motionless. The man's armor was stronger than he gave him credit for. He normally didn't like winning in such an underhanded way, but he'd come too far to be stopped by the ridiculous notion of honor.

He raised his axe above his head. Ready to cut Fury's head off with one swing. But then a thought occurred to him. Lowering his arm he walked to Drago who was holding his prize.

"The honor should be yours my friend," he said with a dark smile. Drago smiled back in gratitude. With shove he released Archer and began walking to finish Fury.

Archer tried to use the momentary release to fight back but she was soon caught in the powerful arms of Mor'du before being held tightly against his chest. But while being forced to look in the direction of Fury's still form.

"Watch princess. Watch as your hero dies," Mor'du cackled out as he held her. Merida thrashed against his grip. She struggled and kicked with all her strength. But it was no use. Mor'du was like a solid wall of muscle. She couldn't hope to break free.

She stopped to watch the horrible scene before her. Hot tears came to her eyes as she felt helpless. She was going to have to watch Hiccup die.

Drago reached Fury and looked down at him with a menacing smile. He'd finally done it. He'd beaten the hero. By using his humanity as a weakness. Raising his pike he brought it down on Fury's shoulder, piercing through the armor and deep into his shoulder.

Fury released a guttural cry of pain. But he still remained unconscious and still.

Merida's struggling was renewed with vigor at hearing Hiccup cry out. It rocked her to her soul. It felt like he'd stabbed her too, but in the heart. She watched in agony as Drago pulled the pike out before lifting Fury up with his robotic arm by the helmet.

With a growl he squeezed down on his helmet, bending the metal inwards. It sparked and screeched from the damage before he stopped. He raised his pike and readied to stab him in the heart.

Merida whimpered and sobbed as she watched Hiccup about to die. She shouted and begged Drago to stop. Normally she would curse and spit at an enemy till the bitter end. But she didn't care if she sounded pathetic. She didn't care about her dignity.

She couldn't see Hiccup die.

Drago paused to cast her one last smirk. He smiled at her with a wicked grin before he turned back to Fury and narrowed his eyes. Merida watched as the world seemed to slow down as Drago tensed his arm to run Hiccup through.

"NOOOOOO!"

Just as Drago was about to stab Fury in the chest blue fire exploded in his face. The heat seared his skin and he cried out before dropping Fury and rearing back. Mor'du watched in bewilderment as he tried to comprehend what happened. But then suddenly he cried out as he felt something pierce through his foot.

Merida had reached the miniature crossbow Hiccup had made her inside of her cloak and fired the tiny preloaded bolt, aiming down and catching Mor'du right where she hoped she would. She felt his grip loosen just enough for her to free an arm. She quickly reached behind her and pulled out an arrow. She pressed down on the flat arrow head and released tear gas directly into Mor'du's face.

Mor'du cried out as his eyes and throat started to burn. He let go of his prey and dropped his axe as he started coughing like mad. Merida didn't hesitate.

She surged forward, scooping up her bow as she ran to Hiccup.

Drago who'd overcome his shock tried to advance on him again. But she drew an arrow and fired, hitting him in his robotic arm. The arrow gave a beep before it exploded, blowing his arm to bits and sending him flying back from the force.

Merida made it to Hiccup and kneeled down beside him. She lowered her head and was relieved to hear him still breathing. It was ragged and strained, but it meant he was alive.

She heard a growl and looked back to see Mor'du. He stepped clear of the gas to glare at her. She glared back. Her eyes burning with ire and hatred.

"He's mine," she said lowly.

Mor'du actually roared at her. It was animalistic and primal as he charged. Merida drew an arrow and waited for him to come. And while she did the mystic symbols on her bow began to glow. They glowed brighter than they ever had. She notched her arrow and pulled back on the draw string.

And then she noticed a wisp appear at her right. She paid it only a small glance before turning her attention back to the approaching Mor'du. She felt her hand buzzing as her bow got warmer. The symbols burning brighter.

And suddenly the bow itself became surrounded by blue flames. They flickered and burned with the intense heat of her rage. But it didn't burn her hand. Then she fired. And when she did the wisp spun and merged with the head of her arrow. Covering the head and the entire shaft in its blue flames.

It sailed through the air like a burning fireball. Mor'du was taken aback and stopped in his tracks. He raised his axe head in front of him to block. But when the arrow collided with the axe it didn't just bounce off it like it normally would. It actually…pushed against it. Mor'du dug his heels into the dirt, but it didn't help. He felt himself being pushed back.

He'd never seen the bow do that before. He tried to push back, and it gave a little. But then the arrow stared to spin like a drill. The flames got hotter and bigger, roaring, and flickering at him wildly in a spiraling mass of heat. He felt the heat sear his hand and singe his beard. Finally with a cry he was sent flying back as the arrow pushed him off his feet.

His back collided with a tree before the arrow pierce his axe head, melting a hole right through the nearly impervious alloy and passed his head. But not before burning half of his face in the process. Then it ripped through the tree behind him, sending it up in flames that engulfed him.

Merida watched, uncaring if Mor'du had been killed. She had no idea how she did that. The wisp had actually attacked Drago when she screamed. They'd never done that. And the flames on her bow…she didn't know it could do that.

She looked at her bow, which had gone back to its original state, in wonder. She wondered what else it could do.

The flames died down, and she glanced up to see Mor'du. Still alive. But badly burned. His body was singed and covered in Ash. He looked up and glared. Merida was about to draw another arrow but suddenly her legs gave out. She was hit by a wave of exhaustion. She panted heavily as sweat poured off her.

She guessed that this was an after effect of using the bow's power like she just had. A shout grabbed her attention. She turned to see Drago rushing her. His pike raised and aimed at Fury. Out of energy she acted without thinking. She threw herself onto him, intent on using her own body as a shield.

Drago kept coming. He didn't care if Archer died. Two birds and one stone was what he had in mind. But right as he came within stabbing distance a column of blue flames suddenly blazed in front of him. He leapt back in surprise and watched as it turned into a spiraling column around Archer and Fury.

"NO!" he roared in Fury as suddenly the flames obscured them from view. Then in a flash they were gone.

And so were the heroes.

He stared slack jawed. He couldn't believe it. He'd come so close to killing Fury. And then…that happened. He roared, his breath coming out in icy mists and he shouted and cursed the heavens. But he stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked back to see Mor'du behind him.

"Easy laddie. We have what we came for," he said as he held up the white stone he'd taken from Archer. This only calmed Drago down somewhat. With one last growl he nodded before letting his shoulders droop.

Mor'du looked at the scorched pat of earth where Archer and Fury had been. He bared his teeth in frustration.

"Cursed spirits."

He had no idea where they whisked them off to. But with a sigh he turned away with Drago right behind him. He focused on the task at hand. He needed to get in touch with Gothel and Pitch. They should have gotten the sword by now. That's what was most important.

With a smile his mood brightened considerably.

For soon, he would become a god.

New chapter. Hope ye like.

BTW in case you were wondering. And yes the suitcse armor idea ws from iorn man 2. i thought it was cool.

Hiccup: 24

Merida: 23

Jack: 23

Rapunzel: 22