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Loki cried against the black dragon's leg. Thunder roared as lighting flashed over the soaring pair. Mischief cooed before landing nicely on a nearby island. Loki fell to his knees after letting go of the Night Fury. He buried his head in his hands as he cried. All he has known is gone. Sherise. The only person to show they care is gone. The Thunderston jumped when he felt a pair of cold hands touch his neck. Loki turned his head and gasped at the emerald green eyes starring at him.

"Do not be afraid. I came to give you guidance."

Loki shook his head before glaring at the God. "Where the Helheim was you a few nights ago?!"

The God of mischief smirked. "I sent my son."

Loki looked from his name sake to the ebony dragon. "You're son?"

The God grimaced before glaring at the human. "Do not judge me, mortal!"

Mischief laughed before looking at his father's charge. "Father may have created the Night Furies but only three are his children."

Loki looked between the God and dragon, confusion clearly written in his green eyes. "I'm lost."

The God of mischief sighed before speaking. "Before I made the flock I had no power to make a...um prototype of Night Fury. So I used my blood. When I got my power back the three eggs started to hatch. I was pleased with what I made and created the flock."

"But how can that be? I mean that was centuries ago."

Mischief lifted his head proudly. "We don't age on Asgard. But on Midgard we do. Even if Draco is the baby he's bigger than me and Belinda. Well...minus Belinda she's bigger than both of us."

Loki raised a eyebrow. "Who's Draco and Belinda?"

"My brother I was telling you about, but he goes by the name of Toothless. As for Belinda. She's our older sister and a stubborn pain."

Loki looked from the dragon, to his guardian. The God of mischief frowned before signing. "My daughter is the queen of the flock. She has issues with mortals."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Father like daughter."

The God of mischief ignored that and to the point of his visit. "You are a very special man, Loki Brantson."

"I don't feel very special. Because of your daughter, my life has been a nightmare."

The God sighed. "Ryuu did not mean to kill your mother. I told him about you and to make sure you were out of Belinda's way. But he was inchanted with you and your mother spooked him. He felt bad that he was going to speak to you but your father killed him. It was no one's fault but my daughter's. I'm sorry.'

Loki Thunderston frowned as he leaned against a tree. "I don't know what to say. All my life..."

The God of mischief frowned before doing something that shocked both dragon and midgardian. He brought the young man into a hug.

"I'm sorry..."

Mischief noticed that his father wanted to say something else but didn't. The God looked at Mischief and sighed.

"Skye and Midnight went rogue. They're yearnings and can't handle the real world alone. Can you find them? You and Loki?"

Loki shook his head to shake the shock. Did the God of mischief hug him? Weird. The black dragon nodded.

"Come on rider."

Loki starred at the dragon as he repeated, "Rider?"

The God of mischief frowned as he stroked his chin before shaking his head. "Not dressed like that!"

Before the young Thunderston could protest a green light consumed him. When the light disappeared Loki stood wearing a long sleeve green shirt. From the risk to the hand opening was black. He had on a black vest with a gold v mark. His pants and boots were black leather, connected to the vest was green cape. To top it off, on his head was a asgardian warrior helmet.

"Now you look like a rider. A dragon warrior."

The God of mischief motioned his glowing green hands towards the Night Fury. Mischief's saddle and chest collar is gold, a night fury symbol was in the middle of the chest collar. A black cushion was in the seat part of the saddle. Hooked to the saddle was a sword. The handle was a golden night fury with a sharp sliver blade.

"Wow. This is...thanks."

The God of mischief smiled as Loki mounted the black Night Fury. "When you find Skye and Midnight. They will help you with your next project. You are to go north and you will find them."

Mischief nodded before taking flight. Loki watched the two disappear into the clouds before he slowly disappeared he into the winds,

"Good luck, my sons."