A/N: Its not much, three pages and about 1,500 words. BUT AT LEAST ITS SOMETHING! I just thought I would throw in a little update here! And what is this? The story line thickens? LAWL! Hey, check out my new story Music, Magic, and Mischief if ya don't mind! Just a little something I started based off a dream! And also check out Alicehatter239's storied! And iTrainDragons and iTrainVikings by A. Kingsleigh!

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Chapter 10

Random Quote: 'I came down the chimney…ho...Ho...ho.' Helga, Atlantis: The Lost Empire

"It is as we feared, she has been found." The blonde god spoke, his deep voice ringing out across the throne room, echoing in the silence.

All the others sat, seemingly stunned into thought, for none of the other gods had expected her to be found as fast as this, and by the wrong side, which made matters worse.

"If you could have learned to control your brother, Norwegian, we would not be in this mess." A salt and pepper haired deity, clad in dark gray armor, insulted, slamming his pointed trident on the floor in anger.

"I am sorry, Greek, -the blonde spat the word out as if it was poison- but I was not the one to let him escape in the first place." He leaned forward menacingly, his expression hard and agitated.

"Boys!" A female voice scolded, all eyes flickered to the goddess, who was still seated in her own throne, fingers pressed against her temples, "We all came together for a reason, now will you please stop your bickering!" She froze, her storm gray eyes, flickering towards the doorway into the massive room, "Besides, we are not alone."

Megan shot up in bed, sweating and chest heaving. She brought her clammy hands to her face, only to pull them back sharply with a shrill yelp. The green eyed girl could only stare at her own hands in fear, the slight feeling of wonder hidden beneath it. They were glowing a silvery white, allowing for every bone in them to become visible under the skin, her unpainted nails now a sickly black. Yet, as fast as it came, they dulled out, back to her normal, tanned skin.

Breathlessly, she stepped out of her own bed, her chilled toes making contact with the cream carpet, her light blue super girl nightgown falling to its original knee length. Slowly, Megan began to make her way out of her own room, tip toeing past the guest bedroom in which a Viking boy and his dragon were currently residing, and down the stairs into the den where she threw herself tiredly down onto the green striped couch. The teen pulled her knees up to her chest, laying her head back onto the pillows, trying to fathom all that was happening. She had had normal dreams before, where she was placed in her favorite books, watching scenes like they were movies, or even looking through the character's eyes. But this dream was different, this was no scene from a book or movie, the characters were not characters, they were real, and she knew it.

They were gods.

Megan shuttered at the thought. She had only recognized two of them out of the many in the throne room, but it made no sense, they were gods of different empires, of different customs, why were they all together?

Poseidon and Thor, they had been the easiest to notice, mainly because Poseidon had a giant trident and Thor had one huge hammer, only natural that they were the two arguing, they seemed like real hot heads.

The blonde shook her head, attempting to manually force the thoughts from her mind, allowing others to enter.

Sabrina had left earlier that evening, promising to be back after school the next day, making sure that 'the lousily reptile doesn't eat you.'

Megan had given Hiccup the guest bedroom; it was a medium sized room with a pale yellow twin bed, a small side table with a plain lamp and connected to the bathroom that was located down the hall. She was satisfied that Toothless was able to fit inside also and still leave enough room for Hiccup to be comfortable.

Both teens and the young Viking succeeded in lugging the broken bookcase out into the garage where Hiccup would start putting it back together the next day, while Megan was at school, play rehearsals, and work. The green eyed teen sighed and dragged her piano fingers through her hair, her mind racing over all the things that were loaded onto her plate on top of her having weird, almost real seeming, dreams.

The shuffling of feet caught her attention, causing Megan to raise her head towards the archway entrance to the den where a sleep Viking teen came into the light, clothed in his recently bought plain gray t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. The shopping trip alone cost Megan more than a quarter of her savings, but she wasn't about to let the boy run around her house in the same clothes every day for however long he was stuck there.

He was rubbing his eyes sleepily, taking no notice that he was not the only one in the room until his chaliced hand dropped back down to his side, blinking his forest green orbs a few times and yawning before Hiccup finally took a glance at his surroundings.

"Oh, um," He stated uneasily, shifting back and forth on his uneven feet before speaking again, dragging out certain words in his normal 'Hiccupish' way, "What are you doing down here?" Hiccup made a few wild, nervous gestures with his hands as he spoke.

Megan lifted her head from the pillows and ran her fingers through her dark blonde hair once again before speaking, "I could ask you the same thing."

"Toothless pushed me off the bed and I couldn't go back to sleep." The reddish haired boy stated simply, walking more into the den and flopping down on the chair next to the couch, "So, what are you doing here?"

"Its my house…" She replied simply, unfolding herself from the ball she had curled into on the couch and allowing her legs to drape off the side. Hiccup gave her a stare that said that he was not satisfied with that answer.

"Fine, fine!" She groaned, falling back into the pillows, "I had another dream."

Hiccup instantly sat forward at this, "Another dream? With the same guy?"

"No, not with him at all. It was-" Megan paused for a few moments, trying to figure out how to word her dream exactly, "I was looking into a room," She then went on to tell the Viking boy everything about what she had seen, but the blonde left out the tiny detail about her glowing hands. Why she was telling Hiccup, she would never know, but something about him just being there made her feel like she could trust him with everything, even her own life. Little did the girl know, was that Hiccup felt the very same way also, and could not give the feeling any explanation.

The feeling was not love, the pair knew that, but it was that of friends who had known each other for a long time, who had grown up together, where as in reality, they only knew each other for three days. Although, Megan knew that the feeling could most likely grow into something greater, or so movies taught her.

Hiccup sat quietly through her whole explanation, soaking in all the information like a sponge and knitting his eye brows together in concentration.

"You mean they knew you were watching?" He said at last, allowing his elbows to rest on his knees and placing his head in his hands.

"It seemed like it." Megan stated, wrapping her arms around herself and shuddering, "Creepy, right?"

"Yeah…creepy." Hiccup muttered, appearing deep in thought.

Megan's yawn broke the silence. Only when she brought her arms above her head to stretch did she glance at the clock. Three o'clock in the morning, she would have to get up in another three hours to get ready for school, which she was not happy about.

"Well, I'm going back to bed." She stated, getting to her feet and walking sleepily towards the den exit, "Oh, did you want water or anything before you go ba-"

"Nah, I'm good." Came Hiccup's reply as he followed her back up the stairs, pausing once they got to her bed room door.

"G'night, Hiccup." The green eyed teen muttered through a stifled yawn, watching as the reddish haired Viking walked down the hall towards his own room.

"Night, Megan." He retorted, opening the door and beginning to step inside, only to have a small voice stop him mid step. "Oh, um, Hiccup?" She called out, leaning out of her own door way for a moment, using the door frame for support.

"Yeah?" Hiccup said, his tiredness leaking into his voice as he paused in the doorway, sending a sideway glance backtowards the blonde, barely picking out her silhouette in the darkness of the house.

"Thanks for listening…" She sounded sincere, a slight smile picking onto her face, even though she knew full well that he could not see it.

"Anytime."

A/N: Watcha' think? I know I had fun writing it! Please please please please please please please please PLEASE review! I didn't get a lot of reviews on the last chapter and that made me sad