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The cool, crisp breeze blew through Loki's hair as they glided through the clouds. Mischief flapping his wings every other minute. It was a relaxing flight, not like the crazy stunts the Night Fury performed when he kidnapped him. But some how, deep down the charge of the God of mischief knew they had to do those stunts in order to beat the psycho dragon queen. As Loki was dreading his upcoming stunt flight, Mischief had thoughts of his own. His father was acting quite strange when he visited. Stranger than usual. The ebony dragon know his father is hiding something, a secret that contains his new rider. He is not sure of what, but that's why he has Isis on the inside. She'll find out any secret of Asgard and Midgard. A gush of wind and a dark blur caused the two, to snap out of their thoughts. Loki had to hold on to the saddle tightly to keep from falling off. After everything settled and the mortal calm his racing heart is when the question bubbled up.

"What was that?!"

Mischief spread his wings and flapped them as he turned. "You mean who?"

Loki rolled his eyes before clutching the saddle as the night fury picked up speed. "Well, who was that?"

"That's my niece, Midnight."

Loki couldn't find the words to come out as Mischief shot across the clear sky. Everything was in a white blur. Till the dragon slowed and landed gracefully on some grass. Loki took a breather before taking off the helmet and placed it on the saddle before dismounting the night fury. He walked around a bit before he stopped dead in his steps as growling reached his ears.

"Don't make a move!" came a young female voice.

Mischief walked over and cooed at the female dragon. She turned her glaze from the human to the ebony dragon with gold eyes and a green rim.

"Uncle Mischief!"

Loki sighed in relief before turning to look at the dragons folic around. Loki took a good look at the new night fury. Her scales were white with a sliver tone. He looked confused as to why her name is Midnight. Until she turned and glared at him with untrusted midnight blue eyes.

Loki gulped as he put his hands out. "It's okay...Midnight. I'm not here to hurt you."

Midnight's eyes widen before she growled. "How do you know my name?!"

"Your uncle told me as well as your grandfather."

Midnight gasped as she looked at the human closer. "Your my grandpa's charge, aren't you?"

"Um..." Loki looked at Mischief before looking back at Midnight. "Yes. The God of mischief is my guardian. As for me...I'm to stop his daughter..."

Loki was cut off by the white dragon's snarl. "My mother! She has gone to far. I wish I could of left with my brother."

Loki was down right shock before shaking his head as a thought accurred to him. "Wasn't it so pose to be two young dragons?"

Midnight sighed. "You're talking about my friend, Skye. I lost her two years ago."

"What do you mean, you lost her?!" Mischief demanded.

Midnight sighed. "We were heading towards the island of Berk when a storm separated us. We heard about how dragons and Vikings are allies now. Thanks to Uncle Draco and his human friend."

Mischief sighed deeply. "We have to go to Berk. To check on Skye, to make sure she's alive."

Loki's eyes widen. "That's going to take 2 years! We already been traveling a month!"

Mischief growled before turning around. "Just get on and stop your complaining."

Loki groaned before picking up his helmet and placed it on his head before mounting the son of mischief. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

Mischief cooed before looking at his niece. "Head towards Stormchaser's flock. We'll be there as soon as we're done."

Midnight nodded before watching her uncle take to the sky and disappear into the endless gathering of clouds.