A/N:Thanks for the review Moonlight Snowflake. I'm glad you're interested. Thank you to all that favoured and followed.
For twenty years I have endured a living Helheim. I'm not talking about the dragon raids either. Even though they have some part in my misery. Since the night of my birth my father and the tribe believed that the raids are my fault. All because I look like the trickster God, Loki. I'm not going to go into detail but the God of mischief has done terrible things and is not very popular among most Viking tribes. There for my father and village take their disgrace for the God on me. Totally unfair if you ask me. But apparently they don't care. I'm the chief's son, the future chief of Fossdalr. But I'm not very popular, unlike my rival Bjorn Henson. I mean he's my rival for everything. Even though it's not much to be called a rival. I mean the whole village dislike...no that is not good enough. No the village hates me. At least my only friend who's four years younger don't have to indure the hate, since her last name is Lokiston.
But back to my living nightmare. But I guess I covered it all. There's nothing to live for here besides, Sherise but she is better off without me.
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The sound of a baby crying rang through the slightly small house. Followed by the soothing voice of a mother.
"Hush now, my darling. Close those pretty eyes and go to sleep. When you wake up everything will be alright."
Loki was fast asleep. Causing his mother to smile. But this quite moment was cut short by a explosion. A large black dragon stood in the hole where the explosion was. Alva starred in fear at the beast. The dragon's golden eyes landed on the child. Alva placed the baby in the cradle before jumping in front of the get blasted by a plasma blast.
"No!" Brant roared before grabbing his sword and stuck the beast
The dragon took one last look at the baby before closing his eyes. Brant was breathing heavy he looked at his wife and seen she wasn't breathing. Tears fell from his eyes before he cast a disgusted look towards the baby.
"This is your fault!"
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"Loki!"
The pale skin young man groaned before turning over and burying his head under his pillow.
"Loki Thunderston! Get down here this instance!"
The young Viking sighed before sitting up and stercthed. With a yawn Loki got up and headed for his chair where his clothes were. He slipped on a long sleeve black shirt and pulled up a pair of leather black pants and black fur boots. After tying the strings he pulled on a black leather vest with gold trimming. Loki took a moment to look himself over.
"Loki!"
Loki closed his green eyes before opening them and grabbing his sword and left the house. Where Brant greeted him with his daily glare.
"What took you so long?!" the chief barked
Loki sighed deeply and made way to tell his father but he raised his hand and shook his head.
"I don't care. I just know that my horse is missing and you need to find him."
Loki watched his father walk away from him with a disgusted scrawl. Sighing heavy Loki headed into the forest to find his father's stallion Thunderhooves. Loki didn't get far from the village when he felt he was being watched. Being the Viking he was known to be he draw his sword. Big mistake. A red-orange beast pinned him with a claw and roared. Loki turned his head and closed his eyes, prepared for the worst. But nothing happened. Loki slowly turned his head to see the beast looking at him with big light yellow eyes. Loki continued to look at the creature and realized it was a dragon, a Changewing. He remembers from the book of dragons that a trader dropped off. It was never used till the raids but Loki read it and remember it.
"Hi there."
The dragon looked at the young man before sniffing him. Loki started to laugh from the dragon's breath. A loud noise caused the Changewing to disappear. Loki looked disappointed that the dragon left but decided to find his father's horse. As he walked through the forest the young Viking still had the feeling of being watched. Thinking it was the Changewing, he ignored it. But he wasn't counting on two pairs of eyes watching from the shadows. One was emerald green, slightly full of mischief. As the other was gold with green trim and was full of mischief.