X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 2, Omniverse Saga
Chapter 7: Drako-Bluvkin, Smaug, and The Riders of Berk
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As the new dawn bathed Krakoa in its warm embrace, Hiccup found himself immersed in deep conversation with Lambert and Trollololo. They were engaged in a vibrant discussion about the possibility of infusing his gear and weapon with runic enchantments. The magical symbols, Hiccup had learned, could enhance the performance of his sword, giving it abilities beyond its natural capabilities. It was a concept that greatly intrigued the young dragon rider.
Off to the side, Kira, Lambert's beloved, had found herself a new friend in Toothless. The Night Fury, for his part, was seemingly enamored with the sorceress's gentle touch and the soft coos she made as she stroked his sleek black scales. The bond forming between them was palpable, a testament to Kira's natural affinity for creatures both magical and mundane.
A little distance away, a unique collaboration was in progress. The powerful psychic Pokémon, Mewtwo, was adding his own touch to the sword Avalac'h was forging for Hiccup. The elven sage worked with an intense focus, his experienced hands moving in a dance of precision as he shaped the blade. Under Mewtwo's guidance, they were imbuing it with a touch of the Pokémon's energy, a rare enhancement that would allow the weapon to evolve as it claimed more victories, adapting and growing stronger with each foe it felled.
It was an exciting day for all, the air buzzing with anticipation as Hiccup's new sword began to take shape. This was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of their unity, a testament to the alliances that had been formed, and a beacon of hope for their shared future. And as Hiccup watched his new weapon evolve, he couldn't help but feel a sense of profound optimism for the trials they would surely face together.
As the sword-making process unfolded, even Trollololo found a way to contribute. The friendly rock troll carefully removed a small, gleaming stone from his own back, offering it up with a big, toothy grin. The stone was no ordinary rock - its surface shimmered with an almost ethereal glow, and it pulsed with a hidden, earthy energy that was characteristic of troll-kind.
"A strong rock for strong sword," Trollololo rumbled, his voice as deep and resonant as the earth itself. The troll had an affinity for the elements of the earth, and his offering was nothing short of significant.
Avalac'h received the stone with a nod of gratitude, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and reverence. The elf could sense the raw power contained within the stone. He knew that when incorporated into the blade, it would not only enhance its physical strength, but also imbue it with mystical properties associated with the primal strength and resilience of the earth.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Avalac'h went back to his task, Mewtwo by his side. Together, they began the meticulous process of infusing the sword with the essence of the troll's gift. As they worked, the blade began to glow with a mesmerizing aura, a tangible testament to the combined efforts of this diverse group. Each strike of the hammer, each pulse of psychic energy, each piece of wisdom shared, was shaping this weapon into something extraordinary - a symbol of strength, unity, and hope.
With the final touches in place, the newly crafted sword was complete. Hiccup reached out, his fingers gently curling around the hilt. As if responding to his touch, the sword blazed to life, glowing with a mesmerizing purple energy. From its edges, black flames flickered and danced, their ethereal presence a stark reminder of the mystic power woven into the blade. A series of intricate runes lit up at the hilt, denoting the weapon's current level: one. A powerful tool, ready to evolve along with its wielder.
But the sword was not the only upgrade Hiccup received that day. A new set of armor awaited him, a seamless fusion of Asgardian steel and dragon scales - an homage to his unique role as a Viking Dragon Rider. His old dragon-scale armor had been lovingly incorporated, blending with the alien yet familiar Asgardian metal to create a set that was as durable as it was flexible. Every inch had been carefully tailored to fit him perfectly, allowing for unrestricted movement while offering superior protection.
Hiccup couldn't help but feel a wave of awe and appreciation wash over him as he took in the sight of his upgraded gear. Not only were these enhancements a testament to his personal journey, but they also represented the unity and collaborative efforts of the diverse beings he found himself among. Armed and ready, he knew he was prepared to face whatever the multiverse would throw at him next.
The revelry was momentarily disrupted as the doors slid open, revealing the figures of Saskia and Michelangelo. A note of urgency laced their voices as they relayed their message, "Lego Batman's device detected another conjunction."
A collective air of attention descended upon the room as everyone turned to them. Saskia continued, "It seems there are some new arrivals... Dragon riders, similar to Hiccup. They've appeared in Germany."
The room fell silent as the import of the news settled on them. Michelangelo broke the silence with another piece of information that sent a ripple of surprise across the room, especially over Hiccup, "One of them goes by the name of Astrid, and another named Valka."
Hiccup's heart skipped a beat at the names. Astrid... Valka... Names he hadn't expected to hear in this strange new world. He remembered them from his home, Berk, from a time when his life had been vastly different, before he had been thrust into the bewildering diversity of the multiverse.
This was Astrid, his beloved girlfriend and formidable dragon rider, and Valka, his long-lost mother who shared his deep bond with dragons. Their arrival in this realm meant that the consequences of the conjunctions were far more personal than he had initially realized. It wasn't just him who was being affected, but also the people he held dear in his life. His mind began to race, thinking about the potential ramifications and what his next steps should be.
"They're... they're from my world," Hiccup started, his voice choked with emotion. "Astrid, she's... she's my girlfriend. And Valka... she's my mother."
There was a collective gasp of understanding and empathy from his companions as they realized the significance of the news. The other dragon riders, the very mention of whom had sparked such an emotional response, were his family.
"Astrid's one of the best dragon riders I know, fearless, incredibly skilled... and Valka, she lived among dragons for twenty years after being taken by a stormcutter. She knows more about dragons than anyone else in Berk, perhaps more than anyone else in our world," Hiccup continued, pride swelling in his chest as he spoke of his loved ones.
Toothless gave a happy rumble, his eyes glowing with joy at the mention of Astrid and Valka. It seemed that the Night Fury was just as excited as Hiccup at the prospect of seeing his favorite humans from Berk once again.
"The conjunctions... they're bringing in more people from our world," Hiccup concluded, his voice quiet but resolute. The realization dawned on him that while this situation was frightening and confusing, it also provided a silver lining. His family was here. And together, they could face any challenge that this new world might throw at them.
As Hiccup, Toothless, and the rest of their diverse team touched down in the heart of Germany, they were immediately met with an incredible sight. Astrid, along with several other familiar figures from Berk, were already there, having evidently crossed through the portal from their own world.
Astrid, her blonde hair radiant in the sun, sat atop her beloved dragon, Stormfly. Her eyes widened with recognition and relief as they fell upon Hiccup and Toothless. Behind her, the rest of the dragon riders from Berk could be seen, each one astride their own dragon, their expressions mirroring Astrid's mixture of surprise and relief.
Bringing up the rear was Valka, Hiccup's mother. Her dragon, Cloudjumper, was a magnificent and awe-inspiring sight, his wings flexing powerfully in the cool German air. Her own gaze was filled with stoic determination, but also with a hint of relief upon seeing Hiccup safe and well.
Toothless let out an overjoyed roar that echoed through the streets, causing Astrid and the other dragon riders to break into smiles. As Hiccup and his companions dismounted, the Berk riders descended from the sky, their dragons touching down lightly on the cobbled streets.
Although they were in the middle of Germany, thousands of miles from the world they knew, this unexpected reunion carried a sense of warmth, familiarity, and most importantly, the promise of much-needed help.
Taking a deep breath, Hiccup started to explain the situation they found themselves in. His words filled the air, describing a story that sounded like something straight out of their Viking sagas, and yet it was all too real.
He introduced his new companions one by one, starting with Lambert, the Witcher. He was a man trained to hunt monsters, yet carrying a certain humor and humanity about him that was immediately evident, even through his rough exterior. Beside him stood Kira, his lover, a sorceress of great power and a friendly smile.
Next, Hiccup turned towards Mewtwo. The psychic Pokémon was a startling sight, his powerful aura noticeable even to those unfamiliar with his kind. He greeted the new arrivals in his unique manner, his voice entering their minds without a sound being made. The sensation was unsettling, yet not unkind.
He then gestured towards Saskia, a dragon in human form. This made the dragons from Berk perk up, their nostrils flaring as they recognized something familiar about her. Her kindly demeanor and warm smile eased any initial trepidation they may have had.
Avallac'h, the Elven sage, was introduced next. His ethereal beauty was quite the sight to behold, and his calm demeanor had an oddly soothing effect on those around him. The news that he was a real-life Elf led to several gasps and wide eyes amongst Hiccup's friends, who had only ever heard of such beings in their stories and legends.
Finally, he introduced Trollololo. The massive Troll was imposing, his large figure and rough features causing some of the dragons to shift nervously. However, his gentle eyes and slow, friendly waves soon put them at ease. It was a bizarre group, but it was clear that they all cared for Hiccup and were willing to do whatever it took to aid them.
Hiccup's comment about Saskia being a dragon earned him an incredulous look from his mother, Valka. Her gaze held a mix of disbelief and amusement, a silent question as to whether her son was indeed serious about his statement. To this, Hiccup could only offer a casual shrug.
"No stranger than meeting Odin, Freya, and the mighty Thor in this world," he replied with a hint of mirth in his voice. "They apparently exist here among the mortals."
The idea was met with stunned silence as the group tried to process this new information. The world they had been thrust into was indeed full of wonders and peculiarities, far beyond anything they could have ever imagined back on Berk.
"Is that so?" Valka said, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and intrigue as she took in the diverse group that surrounded her son. Hiccup simply smiled and nodded, the casual shrug from earlier still hanging in the air.
Astrid, Hiccup's girlfriend and fellow dragon rider, looked at each of the assembled group in turn, her piercing gaze scanning over them. The fierce warrior was not one to be easily daunted, but even she had to admit the sheer diversity of Hiccup's newfound allies was beyond anything she could have imagined.
"That's... definitely something," Astrid finally managed to say, her hand subconsciously reaching out to touch Stormfly, her Deadly Nadder dragon, for comfort.
Next to her, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut were whispering excitedly amongst themselves, their eyes sparkling with unfiltered curiosity. "Do you think that elf guy can do magic?" Tuffnut whispered to his sister, not so subtly pointing at Avallac'h.
Fishlegs, who was stroking his dragon Meatlug, looked in wonder at Trollololo. "An actual troll... Can you believe that, Meatlug?" he murmured to his dragon.
Snotlout, ever the skeptical one, looked at Mewtwo with squinted eyes. "And that's a... what exactly?" he asked, pointing at the imposing psychic creature.
"It's called a Mewtwo," Hiccup explained, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Long story short, he's an extremely powerful Psychic-type Pokémon."
A heavy silence fell over the group as they digested Hiccup's words. This was a lot to take in, and it was clear they needed some time to adjust to their new reality. Nevertheless, they all knew that if Hiccup trusted these individuals, there must be a good reason for it. They would stand by his side, just as they always had.
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"It seems we have another issue to deal with," Hiccup informed the group after concluding the call, his tone taking on a more somber note. "Captain Britain and a woman named Peggy Carter are sending a team to help with the dragon transport, but there's something else."
A collective sense of anticipation rippled through the riders and their dragons, even as they continued to converse with Hiccup's new friends. The mention of an impending problem caused their chattering to cease.
"A man emerged from a Conjunction - a portal from our world. He possesses long black braids, a false arm, and carries a staff that resembles a club. He refers to himself as Drako Blood...something."
Recognition flickered in Astrid's eyes as she cut him off, "Drako Bloodfist, you mean."
Hiccup nodded in agreement, his face grave. "Yes, that's him. Apparently, they're trying to track him down now."
A heavy silence descended upon the group. Drako Bloodfist was an old adversary, one who posed a significant threat. The riders exchanged glances of apprehension, tension prickling in the air.
"Hiccup, he's dangerous," Fishlegs interjected, the worry in his voice was unmistakable.
"I know, Fishlegs," Hiccup responded, "I remember him. But remember, we are not alone in this. We have new allies here, including a real-life Elf, a talking Pokemon, and even a troll. Plus, there's S.H.I.E.L.D., which is tracking him now. We've dealt with him before; we can do it again, no matter which world we're in."
Despite the stirring words, unease hung heavy in the atmosphere. The arrival of a known foe in this unfamiliar world was a stark reminder of the potential dangers they faced. Yet, with the support of their dragons and the aid of their newfound allies, they remained ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The group landed in the bustling city of New York, the skyscrapers stretching high into the clear blue sky. Pedestrians went about their daily lives, seemingly oblivious to the extraordinary happenings around them.
Lambert, always attuned to his companions, picked up on the subtle change in Hiccup's demeanor. He approached the young Viking, his usual rough edges softened.
"He hurt you, didn't he, Hiccup?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "I've been around long enough to know when someone's carrying a burden. Your body... it's too rigid, too defensive."
Caught off guard by Lambert's perceptiveness, Hiccup nodded slowly, his eyes darkening with old pain. "Drako Bloodfist... he controlled Toothless with a Bewilderbeast... made him do things he never would," Hiccup confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "He... He made Toothless kill my father, Stoick. It wasn't Toothless's fault, but... it still hurts."
Lambert offered a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of Hiccup's pain. "Aye, I can imagine it does," he replied softly, clapping a comforting hand on Hiccup's shoulder. "But remember, you're not alone in this fight, Hiccup. You've got us."
Looking around at his newfound allies - a Witcher, a sorceress, a real-life elf, a troll, a dragoness in human form, and a psychic Pokemon - Hiccup felt a spark of hope reignite in his chest.
They were now on the hunt for Drako Bloodfist, ready to face any challenges that came their way. This time, however, Hiccup wouldn't be alone. He had a team, and they had his back.
As they coordinated with S.H.I.E.L.D., awaiting updated intel on Drako Bloodfist's whereabouts, Astrid and Valka couldn't help but notice a significant change in Hiccup's gear. His dragon scale armor now had an almost otherworldly appearance, interlaced with shimmering veins of metal. Hiccup's sword, too, was nothing like the iron and steel weaponry common in their homeland. It pulsed with an ethereal energy that suggested powerful enchantments.
Seeing their curious gazes, Hiccup couldn't suppress a small, proud smile. "Ah, you noticed the changes. This isn't just any metal worked into the armor—it's Asgardian steel. There are a lot of extraordinary beings in this world. Asgardians are one of them, similar to our gods in the Norse myths."
His eyes shifted to his sword, resting against a nearby tree. "And this... This is a unique creation, a collaboration between some of my new friends. Avallac'h, the Sage from an Elf realm; Mewtwo, a Psychic Pokémon with extraordinary mental abilities; and Trollololo, a troll who contributed a rock from his back for strength and mystical properties."
Astrid's eyes widened in amazement, tracing the glowing runes etched into the hilt of Hiccup's sword. "This is incredible, Hiccup. Truly."
Valka added, her eyes full of pride, "You've really embraced this new world and its wonders, haven't you? Your father would be proud."
Hiccup nodded, his hand subconsciously reaching to touch the pulsing hilt of his sword. The connection he felt to it was almost like the bond he shared with Toothless. He was a Dragon Rider at heart, always would be, but this new identity — a warrior armed with the magic and wisdom of other worlds — felt right. He felt ready to face whatever Bloodfist had in store for them.
Seeing the hint of a smile on Hiccup's face as he described his encounters with beings of legend, one of the Dragon Riders, Snotlout couldn't help but blurt out the question on everyone's mind. "So, what are Odin and Freya like? I mean, they're practically royalty where we come from."
Hiccup chuckled at the eagerness in Snotlout's voice, though his eyes held a reflective light. "Well, it's a bit more complicated here. Odin... he's much like our legends portray him. Wise, powerful, and a bit intimidating. As for Freya, things are a bit more... different."
He leaned back against a tree, casting a thoughtful glance at the sky. "There are currently two Freyas in this world, actually. One of them is from a universe where Ragnarok already happened, and Loki goes by the name Atreus. He's her adopted son in that world, and despite all the tragedies they've faced, their bond is quite strong."
Hiccup paused for a moment before adding, "And Fenrir, the monstrous wolf from our myths? He's more like a big, playful puppy in this world. He's also part of Freya and Atreus' family. There's even talk that Atreus is getting together with Angrboda."
At the stunned expressions on the faces of the other Dragon Riders, Hiccup couldn't help but laugh. "I know, it's a lot to take in. But that's what this world is. A place where myths and legends can be much more than what we've always believed them to be."
"I've also learned that there are different pantheons coexisting here," Hiccup continued, his tone now serious. "The Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and even more, each with their gods, demigods, and mythical creatures. Some are very similar to each other, with only a few differences in names or characteristics, likely due to cultural exchange and adaptation over the ages."
He glanced at his dragon, Toothless, who was being exceptionally patient, "It's not just that though. Each pantheon seems to exist in its own separate realm or dimension, and yet they're all connected to this world. I've met individuals from different pantheons, and it's a remarkable experience to say the least."
He then leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "But you know what the most fascinating thing is? The pantheons are not just a collection of separate entities. They're interlinked, part of a cosmic balance, like a celestial tapestry with each thread representing a god, a realm, a story. And each affects the other in ways we can't even begin to comprehend."
There was silence for a moment as the other Dragon Riders absorbed the enormity of what Hiccup was sharing. The world they had known was much more complicated and infinitely more wondrous than they could have ever imagined.
Hiccup's eyes took on a more somber tone as he began to speak again. "However, things are not always grand in these realms. A while back, the Thor of this world faced off against a monstrous beast in Helheim, one of the realms of the dead. During their confrontation, Thor was sprayed with something that stripped him of his godly powers."
He paused, letting the words sink in. "He can still wield his mighty hammer, Mjolnir, but he's completely mortal now. He's just as vulnerable as any of us. His strength, his endurance, his invulnerability... all of it's gone. He's still a formidable warrior, of course. Thor's fighting spirit is second to none."
"But for the moment, he's stripped of his divine essence," Hiccup finished, "So, if we encounter him during our time here, bear that in mind. We're all doing what we can to find a way to restore his powers, but until then, the God of Thunder is walking the Earth as a mortal man."
There was a moment of silence following Hiccup's explanation. The gathered Dragon Riders and Valka looked at each other, faces reflecting a mix of astonishment and concern. The thought of a god turned mortal was a concept that wasn't easy to digest, even in a world as wildly unpredictable as the one they found themselves in.
Fishlegs, always the more analytical of the bunch, broke the silence first, "Wow, Hiccup... That's... That's crazy. I mean, in our world, gods are just stories. Legends. And here, they're real, but... vulnerable."
"Sounds like a tough break for the guy," Tuffnut commented, a hint of empathy in his normally jovial voice.
Valka, Hiccup's mother, was quiet for a moment longer, before finally speaking. "It's a lot to take in," she admitted, her gaze drifting off in thought. "But if anyone can handle it, I believe Thor can. And it's reassuring to know he has allies like you looking out for him."
Astrid, standing beside Hiccup, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "We'll help in any way we can, too," she said, determination clear in her voice. This wasn't their world, but it seemed they were part of its story now, for better or worse.
The group's conversation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a communication device. Mewtwo, holding a small device that had been provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., touched a button to answer.
"This is Mewtwo," he relayed telepathically, his eyes closing in concentration as he listened to the report.
A moment passed before he opened his eyes again, turning to face the group. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lead. Drago Bludvist has been located," Mewtwo announced. His voice echoed in their minds with a serious note. "And he is not alone. His dragon, the Bewilderbeast, is with him."
This news brought an immediate tension to the group. Their expressions turned more serious, knowing that the situation had just escalated. Their pursuit of Drago Bludvist had just become a lot more dangerous.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence suggests Drago Bludvist has set a course for the Kunlun Mountains in China," Mewtwo announced, his telepathic voice filling the minds of the gathered dragon riders.
At the mention of 'China' and 'Kunlun Mountains', Hiccup saw the curious and somewhat baffled looks on his fellow dragon riders' faces, including his mother Valka. They clearly had little understanding of the world they were now in. Seeing their confusion, Hiccup quickly stepped in to provide some context.
"Kunlun Mountains are in a region known as China on this world," Hiccup began, noticing how Astrid and the others leaned in to hear him better. "This place is renowned for its ancient lore and legends about dragons. It's no wonder that Bludvist would be drawn there, thinking he might find dragons he could control."
"To add to that," Mewtwo interjected, "there have been reports from local residents about a large dragon and a man that fits Bludvist's description."
A sense of urgency gripped the team. Despite their unfamiliarity with this world, they knew they had a mission to accomplish. Led by Hiccup and Astrid, the group sprang into action, coordinating their plans to prevent Bludvist from causing more havoc.
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Recognizing the delicate nature of the situation, and the potential for things to spiral out of control in unfamiliar territory, Hiccup made a call to an ally. Using the communication device given to him by S.H.I.E.L.D., he contacted Shang-Chi and his sister, Xialing, who led the Ten Rings organization in this world.
As they touched down near the Kunlun Mountains, a group of people approached, led by a young man with an air of quiet determination – Shang-Chi. His sister Xialing, a formidable presence in her own right, followed closely at his side.
"Welcome to China, friends," Shang-Chi greeted, shaking Hiccup's hand. "Xialing and I have been keeping an eye on the situation. We've had some... unusual sightings of a man fitting Bludvist's description."
"This is a matter that concerns the harmony of the natural world, as well as the balance between humanity and dragons," Xialing added. "The Ten Rings will offer all the help we can."
With Shang-Chi and Xialing's local knowledge and the powerful resources of the Ten Rings at their disposal, the group began their joint mission to prevent Bludvist from wreaking havoc on the dragon lore of China, and the world at large. With the guidance of their new allies, they felt more confident in their chances of success.
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As they traversed the landscape towards their destination, a noticeable change descended over the group. The terrain became rugged and uneven, filled with lush foliage and towering, mystical peaks, yet an unsettling silence seemed to pervade the area. Not just an absence of human noise, but the natural sounds of wildlife were hushed, as though the very forest itself was holding its breath.
Shang-Chi, attuned to the subtle shifts in his surroundings, couldn't help but frown at the uncharacteristic quiet. His keen eyes scanned the environment as his instincts screamed at him that something was amiss.
At the same time, Toothless, Hiccup's Night Fury, started to growl low in his throat, a clear sign of distress. The other dragons followed suit, their usually calm and composed demeanours disrupted by an undeniable sense of discomfort. Their eyes darted anxiously, the tension practically tangible in the air.
There was a feeling of darkness, a shadow that seemed to cloak the area. It was a sensation that was palpable to all present, a feeling of unease that seemed to creep up from the ground itself.
"Something's not right," Shang-Chi finally voiced out the collective thought, his gaze fixated on the dense forest ahead. "The dragons...they're agitated. And it's too quiet. It's as if the very land is aware of an intruder."
The group shared a glance amongst themselves, the seriousness of the situation settling heavily on their shoulders. This was not just about finding Drago Bludvist anymore, it was about confronting whatever malevolent force was causing such unnatural dread in these sacred lands.
As they cautiously advanced, a rustling sound echoed through the silence. The group paused, tension crackling in the air as they watched the undergrowth tremble. Suddenly, an immense form lumbered out, its large, lumbering silhouette contrasting starkly against the lush greens of the forest. The entity was colossal, a vivid crimson streaking its monstrous form.
Eyes wide, and gleaming like embers, it stared at them, clearly more curious than hostile. A low rumble rolled through its chest, an intimidating sound that echoed through the eerie quiet. Then, with a surprising sense of calm and intelligence, it spoke.
"Well, well, well," its deep, rumbling voice echoed, each word painstakingly enunciated. "What have we here? A troupe of merry wanderers, finding their way into my solitary domicile."
Despite its fearsome size and appearance, the creature had a certain eloquence in its speech that was unexpected and disarming. It was akin to a cultured noble unexpectedly found in a brute's body.
"I don't get many visitors these days, especially of your kind. Tell me, what brings such a varied assortment of creatures into my domain?" the entity, now known to be named Smaug, questioned, his fiery gaze shifting to meet each of theirs.
He had no idea of the true identity of the crimson beast before them or its past history with Sauron, but something about this encounter warned him that they were dealing with a creature of great power and intelligence. For now, their best approach would be diplomacy.
"Welcome to my home," the creature began, its voice echoing through the trees, smooth as polished stone. "I am Smaug."
Hiccup exchanged glances with the others. "I'm Hiccup," he said, introducing himself before gesturing to the rest of the group, including Lambert and Kira, Toothless, Mewtwo, Avallac'h, and Trollololo.
The dragon's eyes were sharp as they moved from one member of the group to another. His gaze lingered on Toothless, his gaze curious, then flickered to Mewtwo, fascination clear in his eyes. But when his gaze fell on Avallac'h, a strange knowing glint appeared in his eyes.
"I sense... something different about you," Smaug said, his words slow and deliberate as he observed Avallac'h. "Something... old."
Avallac'h merely nodded, his own gaze narrowing. He could feel an oppressive power radiating from Smaug. It wasn't just the beast's physical might; there was a dark, brooding aura surrounding him. He wasn't sure what it was yet, but he knew it wasn't benign.
"I've lived for a long time," Avallac'h replied simply, deciding not to reveal too much about himself just yet.
Meanwhile, Trollololo groaned, one hand coming up to press against his forehead. "Something... not right..." he muttered under his breath, clearly disturbed.
Mewtwo tilted its head, its gaze never leaving Smaug. "There's something you're not telling us, Smaug," the psychic Pokemon declared. "What are you hiding?"
Smaug chuckled, a low, guttural sound. "Is it a crime to keep one's secrets? I merely wish to live in peace. What about you? What brings you to my domain?" he asked, successfully deflecting Mewtwo's question and steering the conversation back to the group's purpose.
Chang-Chi, having observed the tension in the group, decided to intervene. He stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet assertive.
"We seek a man named Drago Bludvist," he announced, making sure to maintain eye contact with Smaug. "He came through a portal and we believe he might be heading this way. As for this place... if memory serves me correctly, several dragons reside in this area. When did this become your domain, Smaug?"
There was a pause as Smaug seemed to consider Chang-Chi's words. His gaze moved from Chang-Chi to the other riders of Berk, particularly Hiccup's mother, Valka, who was eyeing the dragon suspiciously.
Smaug finally broke the silence, his voice echoing through the quiet landscape. "Ah, Bludvist, I have heard of him, although we are yet to cross paths. As for this place..." Smaug's gaze grew intense as he surveyed the area, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I claimed this territory as my own, with the agreement of the other dragons. In return for their safety and protection, they respect my authority."
His words hung in the air, a statement more than a justification. It was clear to everyone that Smaug was a creature of power, one used to being in control. The unease among the riders of Berk was palpable, but they knew better than to confront Smaug directly without understanding the full context of the situation.
Chang-Chi, maintaining his calm demeanor, further inquired, "And where do you come from, Smaug?"
Smaug tensed noticeably, the air around him seeming to heat up as he prepared to answer. "I come from a land far from here," he began, his voice heavy with reminiscence and a trace of resentment. "A kingdom known as Erebor, ruled by a king named Thorin Oakenshield. He and his kin stole my wealth from me, especially the Arkenstone, the heart of the mountain."
There was a moment of silence, before Smaug continued, his voice lowering to a vicious growl. "But do not think me a victim. I had the last laugh, when the Pale Orc stabbed the life out of Oakenshield. Oh, what a spectacle it would have been to witness... but alas, I was dead at the time."
Smaug's eyes glowed brighter, the fire within him burning with bitter satisfaction. "But now, I am no longer bound by death's chains. I have been given a second chance, a new life, and I intend to use it to reclaim what was once mine."
His declaration echoed throughout the vicinity, his determination and menacing aura radiating off him in palpable waves, causing even the most stalwart among them to feel a chill of unease.
The dragon riders exchanged nervous glances, a chill running down their spines at Smaug's malicious demeanor. They had encountered aggressive dragons before, but none with such a malevolent intelligence.
From among the group, Lambert stepped forward, glaring at the fire drake before him. His instincts as a witcher told him that they were dealing with a monster of the worst kind. "Did this... Oakenshield come from a place called Middle-earth?" he asked, trying to piece together Smaug's backstory.
Smaug's eyes narrowed at the mention of Middle-earth, a dangerous glint reflecting in their fiery depths. "Yes," he replied tersely, "He was a dwarf from Middle-earth."
As the dragon continued to scrutinize the group, he sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring. His eyes widened a fraction, a low growl vibrating in his chest. He seemed to pick up a certain scent from them, a scent he associated with Middle-earth - man, elf, and dwarf. Though he didn't recognize the specific individuals before him, the smell alone made him wary.
Leaning forward, Smaug locked his gaze onto the dragon riders from Berk, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Dragon Riders of Berk... I'm not what you'd call a benevolent dragon."
As he spoke, his tone grew darker, filled with menace. "When I died, I burnt down an entire floating town - women, children, the elderly... everyone. I almost succeeded in leaving nothing but ashes in my wake, until a bowman and his wretched son ended me with a black arrow to the heart."
As if to emphasize his point, he twisted his body slightly to show them the scar - a gaping hole where the black arrow had pierced him. The sight sent a wave of dread through the group.
Smaug's eyes, now aflame with a renewed fury, bore into the dragon riders as he continued, "And when I find a way back... oh, I will find a way back... I will finish what I started."
The air around them grew heavier with tension, each person present grappling with the horrific revelation. Their gazes shifted from the threatening dragon to each other, uncertainty and fear evident in their eyes.
Astrid's face paled noticeably at the dragon's words; her fists clenched tightly around the handle of her weapon. Her eyes flickered with a mix of horror and defiance. As a warrior, she had faced many threats before, but Smaug's malevolence sent a shudder down her spine.
Valka, Hiccup's mother, gripped the saddle of her dragon, Cloudjumper, tighter than she had ever done before. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, the terrifying proclamation from the dragon causing her to feel a deep sense of dread. Despite her extensive knowledge and understanding of dragons, Smaug was unlike any she had encountered before.
The other dragon riders, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout, each reacted with varying degrees of shock and unease. Fishlegs, a dragon expert in his own right, found himself at a loss for words, his usual excitement replaced by a deep-seated worry. The Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, shared a glance, their usual jesting demeanor wiped away by the palpable threat. Snotlout, always quick to assert his bravery, seemed to swallow hard, his gaze darting between his friends and Smaug.
Hiccup, however, looked at Smaug with a hardened determination. His hand instinctively found Toothless' scales, the comforting texture grounding him. He had faced many adversities in his life, but he knew they would have to approach this one with great caution. "We need a plan," he said finally, his voice steady despite the terror curling in his gut.
Smaug's eyes glinted with an unholy light as they passed over each individual. He regarded Chang-Chi with an amused interest, his gaze lingering on the martial artist's steeled expression. His gaze shifted to Lambert and Kira, a wicked smile playing on his draconic lips at the sight of their horrified and angered faces. It was clear to him that they were not fond of monsters, a category he fit into all too well.
He looked at Mewtwo, an entity unlike any he had ever encountered. The dragon could sense the psychic power radiating from him, and it intrigued him, provoking an anticipatory growl from the depths of his chest.
His gaze then moved to Avallac'h, whose outrage was like a beacon. The Elven Sage's fury was palpable, and it only seemed to amuse Smaug more. The dragon tilted his head in challenge, his fiery eyes full of daring.
Finally, his gaze landed on Saskia. Her fury matched that of Avallac'h's, her draconic nature resonating with his own. His lips pulled back in a mocking grin as he observed her signal to SHIELD, acknowledging their presence outside the premises. His gaze flickered over to them, his grin widening.
A low rumble echoed from Smaug's chest as he let out a menacing laugh. "Do come and try," he taunted, his voice rumbling like thunder, "I do so enjoy a good challenge."
"But not here... I will finish this... outside... and I'll let you all get ready..." and with that he started heading to where shield was... awaiting the challenge.
With the sound of Smaug's destructive path fading into the distance, they all quickly set to work. Hiccup's instructions echoed around the area as each rider prepared their dragon, strapping on intricate pieces of armor, reinforced with magic from Kira and Avellac'h's incantations.
Lambert, meanwhile, moved off to the side, various small vials held in his hands. His eyes were focused, his fingers careful as he gulped down the Sunsinger, Phoenix Philter, and Dragon's Veil potions. The effects were immediate; his eyes glowing with a renewed vigor, his body emanating an almost imperceptible heat.
Finally, he uncorked the Pym Particle Potion, a small wisp of energy escaping before he downed it in one swift motion. He blinked a few times, shaking his head as if adjusting to a new perspective, then looked at his hands in wonder. Lambert's size increased significantly, dwarfing those around him as the Pym Particles did their work.
Trollololo, the ever-faithful and brave troll, had opted to stay back. He watched as the preparations unfolded, understanding his limitations against a dragon as formidable as Smaug. However, his eyes were wide with awe and admiration as he watched his friends prepare for the upcoming confrontation. His faith in them was unwavering, his support unwavering.
With their preparations complete, they stood ready, each face etched with determination, courage, and a unified resolution. Smaug had thrown down the gauntlet, and they were prepared to pick it up. They had no idea what awaited them at the entrance, but they were as ready as they would ever be. Their response to Smaug's challenge would not be one of retreat, but one of resistance. They were ready to face the fire.
…
As they emerged from the forest and into the clearing where Smaug lay languidly on a rocky outcrop, the sight of the immense dragon took them aback. His scales gleamed under the sunlight, like a molten sea of ruby and gold. He looked more like a majestic mountain peak than a creature of flesh and bone. But his eyes held a cruel intelligence and ruthless power that belied his beautiful exterior.
Hovering above the scene, several S.H.I.E.L.D. crafts were maintaining a safe distance, their weapons trained on the beast below.
Smaug lifted his massive head as they approached, his yellow eyes focusing on the group with a predatory interest. His gaze lingered on the oversized Lambert, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Interesting..." he rumbled, his voice reverberating in the air, "Very interesting indeed."
Taking the lead, Lambert drew his swords, their size augmented by the Pym particles coursing through his body. His blades blazed in the sunlight as he charged forward, moving with surprising agility given his increased size.
His first attack, a downward arc aimed at Smaug's snout, was effortlessly swatted aside by a swift lash of the dragon's tail. Unfazed, Lambert rolled out of the tail's way, coming up in a crouch and launching himself into another attack.
This time, his strike found its mark, leaving a shallow cut on Smaug's scaly hide. Smaug snarled, unfurling his wings and rearing back, his mouth opened in a roar that shook the very earth beneath their feet.
The rest of the group, led by Hiccup and Astrid, joined the assault, dragons and riders attacking in synchrony, their coordinated strikes peppering Smaug with a barrage of fire and claws. Avellac'h and Kira focused their energies, casting protective wards and launching magical attacks whenever they saw an opening.
Despite their relentless assault, Smaug seemed more amused than threatened. His superior size and strength, coupled with his malicious cunning, made him a formidable opponent.
Yet, the group didn't waver. If anything, Smaug's arrogance only fueled their determination. They would not be defeated so easily, not when so much was at stake. As Lambert engaged Smaug in another round of swordplay, the rest of the team readied themselves for another assault, their resolve unyielding.
With a sinister grin, Smaug opened his maw and drew in a deep, thunderous breath. Lambert watched, unflinching, as the dragon's chest swelled with the impending torrent of fire. Then, with a deafening roar, Smaug unleashed a stream of blazing flames straight at him.
The world turned into an inferno. The flames roared, wrapping around Lambert, a tsunami of fire eager to consume him. The ground beneath him cracked and melted into molten rock under the intense heat, causing small fires to erupt in their wake.
Yet, through it all, Lambert remained unharmed. His figure, still visible within the fiery onslaught, was untouched by the flames, thanks to the Dragon's Veil potion coursing through his veins. His armor glowed under the heat, but not a single flame clung to him.
This was not what Smaug had expected. His eyes widened in surprise as Lambert pushed through the flames, swords drawn and ready. He roared again, louder this time, a sound of frustration and anger, as he swatted his tail at Lambert.
The ensuing fight was a sight to behold. Lambert, now a giant, exchanging blows with Smaug while the ground beneath them melted and set aflame. Meanwhile, the rest of the group did their best to contain the fire and support Lambert with long-range attacks and protective wards. The sky above them roared with the sound of dragons and the crackling of flames, painting a scene of chaos and determination.
Saskia, with her form shifted into that of a dragon, soared high above the battlefield, her shape a stark silhouette against the smoke-filled sky. She was larger than Smaug, her scales glinting an eerie blue in the fiery light. A roar echoed through the air, a challenge that Saskia returned with one of her own. Chang-Chi, standing beside her, channeled the power of the Ten Rings, their energy humming with promise.
Smaug lunged at Lambert, his jaws clamping down on the Witcher's arm. A triumphant snarl echoed from Smaug, thinking he had the upper hand. But then his eyes widened, his triumphant roar faltering into a pained wheeze. The poisonous mix of potions coursing through Lambert's veins started reacting to Smaug's body, corroding his insides.
Lambert, though hurt, pulled his arm free, his wound already knitting itself back together thanks to the Phoenix Philter. He grimaced, feeling the sting fade away, and turned his attention back to Smaug. The dragon's reaction was nothing short of satisfying. Smaug was weakening, but the fight was far from over.
As Saskia and Chang-Chi swooped in for their attack, Lambert prepared to continue his assault, this time with the knowledge that Smaug wasn't as invincible as he initially seemed. The battle roared on, fierce and unyielding, every participant relentless in their pursuit of victory.
With Smaug fighting against the toxins spreading throughout his body, he made a desperate attempt to gain altitude. However, Lambert, empowered by his increased size, grabbed the dragon's tail, wrestling him into submission and forcefully slamming his head onto the ground.
Simultaneously, Hiccup, mounted on Toothless, maneuvered into position. In his hand was an extraordinary weapon, a unique sword born from a fusion of Asgardian and Witcher metal, imbued with Mewtwo's energy, Avallac'h's magical power, and inlaid with fragments of Trollololo's rock armor. The sword hummed with an uncanny energy, radiating a spectral purple light and shrouded in otherworldly black flames.
As Lambert unfurled a Yrden sign, slowing Smaug's frantic movements, Hiccup saw his chance. He aimed the blade at the massive hole in Smaug's chest, and with a decisive thrust, drove it home into the dragon's heart. The icy chill emanating from the blade sent ripples of frost throughout the dragon's body, causing Smaug to shudder violently.
Smaug let out a guttural roar that echoed across the battlefield, his body convulsing in agony. His eyes locked onto Hiccup, a mixture of surprise and fury flashing in his gaze. "What... What have you done?" he hissed, each word carried on a ragged breath.
Throughout this chaos, Mewtwo focused his psychic energy on extinguishing the fires blazing around them, while Kira used her magic to gently guide the descending SHIELD aircraft to a safe landing.
The silence that followed was deafening as the life drained from Smaug, his roars fading into weak whimpers. Then, with a final shudder, his eyes rolled back, his body falling limp onto the scorched earth. Smaug, the terror from another universe, was no more. A collective sigh of relief swept through the battlefield as their formidable foe fell silent.
As the dust settled, Hiccup took a moment to catch his breath, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. In his hand, the weight of the weapon felt different, somehow heavier yet more balanced. Hesitant, he turned his gaze to the hilt of the sword.
The etchings on the weapon had changed. There was a new rune, one that perfectly captured the essence of Smaug's scales, intricately woven amongst the others. But what caught his attention was the number glowing beside it - 35. His heart skipped a beat as he comprehended the meaning. The sword had evolved, leveling up exponentially after their victory over the mighty dragon.
Hiccup could hardly believe his eyes. The realization of the power he now held was staggering. He could feel the thrum of energy humming through the blade, and he knew that it was no longer just a weapon. It was an entity that had grown and evolved with him, bearing the marks of their shared trials and victories. And he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and dread for what challenges lay ahead.
With the turmoil of the battle subsiding, the group made sure everyone was unharmed, and then began their journey back. Lambert, back to his regular size, was looking a little winded but overall alright. Saskia too had shifted back into her human form, and after the brief moment of reflection, they were on their move again, leaving the lifeless body of Smaug for SHIELD to deal with.
Trollololo, who had kept a watchful eye from a safe distance, lumbered over to the group as they gathered to leave. With his gruff voice, the troll mused, "Not bad, not bad at all. You fight big fire-lizard good. Trollololo proud. Me think you have strong arm, strong heart."
As they prepared to set off again, Mewtwo spoke up, his voice calm and focused. "Once we return, it might be beneficial to converse with Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn about Smaug. Their knowledge may prove to be invaluable."
It was a reasonable suggestion and one that everyone silently agreed upon. However, their immediate concern was Drako-Bluvkin. They needed to focus their attention on tracking him down.
The environment around them seemed to have gained a sense of tranquility. The native dragons, previously hiding in fear of Smaug, slowly emerged from their shelters. Some cautiously watched the group from afar while others approached them, acknowledging their saviors with soft calls and gentle nuzzles. Their gratitude was evident and as they moved forward, they could feel the warm acceptance from these magnificent creatures. The dark shadow that Smaug had cast over the area was gone, and in its place, a renewed sense of hope was born.
Guided by the renewed spirit of the native dragons, their journey led them to a secluded valley. There, perched on a rocky outcrop, they found Drako-Bluvkin and his dragon, easily recognizable from the broken tusk Toothless had given it during their power struggle.
Drako-Bluvkin gazed down at the Dragon Riders, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Well, well," he began, his voice echoing in the valley. "I was under the impression that you folks have a soft spot for dragons." He casually gestured towards the distant scene of Smaug's remains being tended to by SHIELD agents.
The group exchanged glances, a heavy silence hanging over them before Hiccup stepped forward, his gaze hard and unyielding. "We care for dragons, yes," he began, his voice echoing through the silent valley. "But there's a difference between a dragon and a monster. Smaug... Smaug was the latter."
Drako-Bluvkin's smile seemed to falter at Hiccup's tone. Still, he maintained his smug facade, waiting for Hiccup to continue.
"Smaug," Hiccup's voice grew colder, sterner, "burned down an entire town and everyone in it, women, children, the elderly. He reveled in their pain, reveled in the chaos he created. He was no misguided creature that strayed from the path, he chose to be what he was, and he relished in it."
The air grew heavy with the gravity of Hiccup's words, his gaze unwavering from Drako-Bluvkin's. "Smaug was a menace, a danger not just to us, but to the balance we have tried to maintain between our worlds and the dragons. He was no dragon to be redeemed or reasoned with, he was a monster. And he had no place in a world that seeks peace and coexistence."
The tension was palpable as they stood their ground, awaiting Drako-Bluvkin's response. The broken-tusked dragon grumbled lowly, it's gaze locked on Toothless. This confrontation was far from over, and the path to peace was still a perilous one.
The revelation of Smaug's monstrous deeds seemed to resonate with Drako-Bluvkin. The memory of his own family, taken by a dragon's fire, was reflected in his eyes as he digested the tale. He glanced at his false arm, a tangible reminder of his personal trauma, and his gaze returned to Hiccup with newfound understanding.
"I... see," Drako-Bluvkin said quietly, acknowledging the unfortunate reality of Smaug's existence. His eyes drifted over Hiccup, assessing him with fresh interest. "You have changed, boy. Grown."
In light of their mutual experiences, Drako-Bluvkin offered an unexpected proposition. "Let's make a wager, Hiccup," he proposed, his voice steady. "Face me in combat - no dragons, just us. If I win, you owe me a favor of my choosing. If you win, I will concede defeat and you can take me into custody without resistance. Do we have a deal?"
Hiccup turned to his dragon riders, his mother Valka, and his girlfriend Astrid. They all held expressions of concern, but also determination. Astrid gave him a nod, affirming her unwavering trust in him.
"Deal," Hiccup agreed, meeting Drako-Bluvkin's gaze confidently. He set his Dragonblade down, signifying a fair and honorable match without magical weaponry or dragon assistance. Just two men, forever shaped by their encounters with dragons, ready to face each other.
A flicker of approval sparked in Drako-Bluvkin's eyes, acknowledging Hiccup's agreement. There was respect there, born from understanding and shared experiences. "Very well. May the best man win."
With that, both men squared off in preparation for their duel, while their companions watched on, anxiously awaiting the outcome.
As the duel began, Drako-Bluvkin lunged at Hiccup with a swift strike, but the young Viking leader deftly evaded his assault. His agility was truly impressive - he moved with the light-footed grace of a night fury, even with his prosthetic leg. His body had been molded by years of dragon riding, teaching him nimbleness and quick reflexes.
Drako-Bluvkin pressed on, launching a series of powerful attacks, each one aimed to incapacitate his younger opponent. But Hiccup continued to evade, his moves fluid and swift. Every swing of Drako-Bluvkin's weapon met with nothing but air. Hiccup was always just out of reach, matching the rhythm of his adversary's offense with an exquisite dance of defense.
Frustration was etched into Drako-Bluvkin's face as he struggled to land a successful hit. He was a seasoned warrior, his strength honed from countless battles, but Hiccup's nimbleness was proving to be a formidable challenge. The Viking leader's agility was a perfect counter to his power and brute force.
Hiccup, for his part, was careful not to underestimate his opponent. He knew Drako-Bluvkin was dangerous, a formidable fighter with a wealth of battle experience. Yet he also knew the man's past, his hatred for dragons that was born from a place of pain and loss. He knew, too, that he was not the same boy Drako-Bluvkin had once defeated.
With a burst of energy, Hiccup made his move. He feinted to the left, baiting Drako-Bluvkin into a swing, and then darted to the right, slipping under his opponent's guard. With a swift kick, he swept Drako-Bluvkin's legs from under him, sending the man sprawling to the ground. Hiccup quickly moved in, positioning himself over Drako-Bluvkin and holding him down, ensuring he could not rise again.
A shocked silence fell over the onlookers. Hiccup stood up, panting slightly but with a victorious look on his face. He reached a hand out to Drako-Bluvkin, who after a moment, accepted his help and rose to his feet. His expression was a mix of surprise, frustration, but also... respect.
"You've won, Hiccup," Drako-Bluvkin conceded, living up to his end of the wager. "I will come quietly. And I suppose... I have much to learn from you about dragons."
As the tension finally eased, Hiccup's companions rushed to congratulate him. But Hiccup's eyes remained on Drako-Bluvkin, a man so deeply scarred by his past with dragons, and yet, one who had just conceded defeat to a boy - no, a man - who had dedicated his life to understanding them. Perhaps there was hope for Drako-Bluvkin yet, and, by extension, hope for a world where humans and dragons could coexist peacefully.
…
Drako-Bluvkin stood solemnly as the S.H.I.E.L.D agents took him into custody, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the ground. He had accepted defeat and, as he had promised, was not offering any resistance. A strange calmness seemed to have settled over him, an air of acceptance that his old life was coming to an end and a new one was about to begin.
His massive dragon was carefully led onto a large S.H.I.E.L.D ship specifically designed to transport massive creatures. Chang-Chi, his sister, and several others armed with the Ten Rings worked meticulously to ensure that the dragon was comfortable. They understood that dragons were not mere beasts, but intelligent creatures that required a level of care and respect. Any ill treatment could provoke the dragon and put everyone at risk.
The dragon, although appearing somewhat confused and disoriented, allowed itself to be led onto the ship. The crew moved with efficiency, securing the dragon comfortably, ensuring that it had enough space and was not being unnecessarily restrained.
As the ship finally took off, Hiccup and the others watched from the ground, their mission accomplished. This was a significant moment, not only because they had captured Drako-Bluvkin, but because they had done so without any unnecessary bloodshed. It was proof that strength didn't always lie in power and force, but in understanding, compassion, and cooperation.
They all stood watching as the ship disappeared into the distance, a sense of relief washing over them. They had not only succeeded in their mission but they had also given Drako-Bluvkin a chance at a new life, a chance to learn and grow. It was a victory, not just for them, but for their belief in a world where humans and dragons could coexist peacefully.
The atmosphere within the room of Kroako was a blend of excitement and curiosity. The Witchers Yennefer, Triss, and Fringilla, along with the unusual addition of Meg from the Disney universe acting as secretary, awaited their new guests.
Upon arrival, the riders of Berk received a warm welcome. Their dragons, however, caused quite a stir among the inhabitants of Kroako, yet the massive creatures behaved with remarkable calmness and docility, settling down in an open area that had been specially prepared for them.
Once everyone was situated, the interview commenced. Hiccup took the lead, his voice steady and clear as he began to fill in the details of their adventure.
"Well, it all started when..." Hiccup started, his eyes flickering across the room, meeting each person's gaze. He detailed their mission, the encounter with Drako-Bluvkin, and the epic battle with Smaug.
Listening attentively, Yennefer, with a small, barely noticeable bump hinting at her pregnancy, was deep in thought. Fringilla too, was listening keenly, her eyes sharp and focused. Triss, with her fiery red hair and a welcoming smile, made notes and occasionally chimed in with questions.
Meg, surprisingly adept at handling such serious meetings, was jotting down everything that was being said. Her usually sarcastic demeanor replaced with a serious, professional one. Yet, every now and then, she would let slip a witty remark, lightening the mood.
Throughout the recounting, there was a sense of respect and admiration from the witchers and Meg. Despite their young age, the riders had showcased their bravery, their resourcefulness, and their commitment to maintaining peace between humans and dragons.
By the end of the session, a new understanding had been formed, and a bond had been created between the riders of Berk and their hosts. Hiccup, Astrid, and the others didn't feel like outsiders anymore. They had been welcomed into this strange new world, and they were ready to face whatever came next, together.
…
The room fell silent as Hiccup, Astrid and Valka unfolded the harrowing tale of their encounter with the ferocious dragon, Smaug. The names resonated with an ancient familiarity, draining the color from the faces of Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. The trio exchanged surprised looks as the tale wove its course.
Aragorn was the first to recover, his deep voice layered with solemn respect. "Thorin Oakenshield was a valiant dwarf prince, leader of the Dwarves of Erebor. He was a King under the Mountain," he recounted. "And the Arkenstone... it was his ancestral treasure, the Heart of the Mountain, the very symbol of his royalty and the honor of his clan."
Gimli, wide-eyed, clutched the armrests of his seat tighter. "The very same dragon, Smaug, drove Thorin and his kin out of their homeland," he added. His voice was somber, tension-laden. "Years later, Thorin led an expedition to reclaim their rightful abode... but the Arkenstone... it drove him into the abyss of madness. Despite this, he redeemed himself, standing by our kindred spirits in the Battle of the Five Armies when we needed them the most."
Legolas, with his usually composed demeanor, remarked, "It is a tale steeped in melancholy, greed, loss, and ultimately, redemption. But, you defeated Smaug, not with a black arrow as the original story told, but with your newly-forged sword. That is an ending as heroic as it is poetic."
A weighty silence fell upon the room as the group grappled with the gravitas of the story. The trio from Berk hadn't merely vanquished a formidable foe; they had also brought closure to a heartrending chapter in Middle-earth's saga.
Talion, a relic from an era predating these events, kept to the periphery. Although he was aware of the tales of Smaug and the King under the Mountain, they were but stories from after his time. Nonetheless, he was drawn into the conversation, the deep history of his world a reminder of the intricate, intertwined destinies of its inhabitants.
In the wake of their victory over Smaug, the Berkian trio felt a profound sense of accomplishment. They had conquered an adversary, sealed a tragic chapter of history, and restored peace to an island of dragons. Yet, they could not dismiss the profound impact of their brush with history - the remnants of a dragon's avarice and a king's redemption.
Geralt of Rivia approached the gathering, his footfalls even and purposeful. In his hands, he held two items, masterfully crafted with intricate attention to detail. As he offered the items to Aragorn and Talion, their eyes gleamed with admiration.
For Aragorn, there was a pair of vambraces, lightweight yet sturdy. They had been meticulously crafted from the remains of Smaug's scales, repurposed with Witcher's alchemical expertise. Enchanted with protective runes, the vambraces shimmered in hues of deep crimson and molten gold, radiating an ominous yet captivating charm.
The scales had been imbued with protective magic that could deflect blows, its resilience rivaling that of mithril. Yet, the true marvel was the magical charm embedded within. Upon activation, the vambraces could produce an ephemeral flame shield that could ward off even the most ferocious of dragon fire.
For Talion, Geralt had crafted an amulet, also forged from Smaug's materials. Shaped like a dragon's eye, the amulet held an ethereal gem - a shard from the Arkenstone itself. It glowed with a tranquil blue light, a stark contrast to the darkened dragon scale in which it was encased.
The amulet was imbued with a specific spell that would heighten the wearer's senses, increasing their awareness and reflexes in battle. Furthermore, it had a latent power that could potentially repel the dark magic of Mordor, a gift Talion appreciated.
Both Aragorn and Talion received their gifts with gratitude, awed by the craftsmanship and the potent enchantments. As they donned their new gear, a newfound sense of readiness sparked within them. With these pieces, they were more equipped to face any challenges that lay ahead, the essence of the vanquished dragon Smaug serving as both a protective talisman and a reminder of the heroic tale from Berk.
…
As the items were completed, they were distributed to their respective owners. Ciri marveled at the Dragon Scale Gorget, the golden-red hue of the scales reflecting in her eyes. It fit snugly around her neck and upper chest, the protective runes subtly enhancing her already impressive speed and agility.
Geralt, inspecting the Dragon Tooth Necklace, felt the faint hum of Smaug's fiery essence, now dormant and sealed within the tooth. He nodded appreciatively at the craftsmanship and the extra layer of protection the talisman would provide against magical attacks.
Letho, receiving the Dragon Bone Knuckle-Dusters, immediately admired the sturdiness of Smaug's bone structure. Infused with mithril and etched with protective runes, he could already tell they would pack a powerful punch, literally and figuratively. The promise of a fiery blast upon contact with the enemy was an added perk he looked forward to testing.
Eskel, feeling the Dragon Skin Bracers, appreciated the resilience of the hardened hide. The runic shielding etched onto them provided an additional layer of protection against physical and magical attacks. Plus, the shimmering quality of the bracers, with hues of fiery red and burnished gold, was a sight to behold.
Finally, Lambert, holding the Dragon Scale Amulet, took a deep breath before seeking out Kira. Finding her, he presented the amulet, watching as her eyes widened in surprise and then delighted fascination. The scale, set within a silver framework adorned with moonstones, gleamed as it caught the light.
"For you," he said, his voice unusually soft. "It's a protective amulet, crafted from Smaug's scale. Plus, it has a warming spell… as a constant reminder of... me."
Kira, touched by the gesture, admired the amulet before placing it around her neck. The warmth of the spell was immediate, a comforting presence that brought a bright smile to her face. "I love it," she said, her eyes meeting Lambert's. The Witcher couldn't help but return the smile. After all, he had crafted the amulet with love, and seeing her happiness made all the effort worthwhile.
…
In the grand hall of Kroako, Hiccup led the dragon riders of Berk towards a large table, an array of newly crafted equipment laid out meticulously. These items, each unique and resonating with power, were fashioned from Smaug's remains and enhanced with the mystic arts of the Witcher's world. The sight of the table filled the riders with a sense of awe and anticipation.
As Hiccup picked up a set of Dragonscale Armor, he began to explain, "These are more than just mere pieces of armor. Crafted from Smaug's scales, they're designed to adhere to our existing gear, providing an added layer of protection without compromising our mobility."
He then picked up a Dragon Tooth Dagger, the sharp edges glinting under the light. "These daggers," Hiccup explained, "are hewn from Smaug's teeth. Their durability and sharpness surpasses anything we've used before."
Next, he picked up a Dragonskin Harness. "For our dragons," Hiccup stated, his gaze momentarily shifting towards Toothless, "these harnesses are lighter, stronger, and more resilient, providing greater comfort and protection during flight."
Finally, Hiccup revealed the Dragon Heartstone Amulets. "These amulets," he continued, a hint of reverence in his voice, "hold Smaug's heartstone shards. They'll act as a source of inner strength, providing us with a protective shield in dire situations."
As the dragon riders took turns to inspect their new gear, their expressions reflected gratitude and deep appreciation. Astrid was the first to react, gently tracing the outline of the Dragonscale Armor with her fingers, "This is... incredible, Hiccup," she murmured, her eyes shimmering with gratitude.
The other riders echoed her sentiments, their thankfulness clear in their words and actions. Even Toothless seemed appreciative, a low purr resonating from him as Hiccup held up the Dragonskin Harness designed for him.
Equipped with their new gear, the dragon riders radiated an aura of unity and newfound resolve. A silent agreement passed between them - they were now better prepared to face whatever adventure lay ahead.
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In the late afternoon, Lambert and Kira stood before the rest of the Kroako residents with an announcement. Lambert's hand rested gently on Kira's stomach as they revealed that they were expecting their first child. The news was met with joyful exclamations, hugs, and laughter all around. Avallac'h, ever the observant elf, confirmed the news with a kind smile, his eyes filled with warmth.
Fringilla, Triss, and Yennefer rushed forward to congratulate Kira, their faces beaming with excitement. Yennefer shared a particularly warm look with Kira, her own hand resting on her slightly protruding belly, a silent testament to her shared experience.
Phillipa, who had been listening with a soft smile, announced her plans for organizing a baby shower for Kira and Lambert. Despite her often-strict demeanor, it was clear that she was excited to celebrate the upcoming new additions to the Kroako family.
"Kira, Lambert," Philippa said, her gaze sparkling with anticipation, "Congratulations to you both. This calls for a grand celebration. A baby shower, as they call it on this world."
The rest of the evening was filled with further joyous conversations and laughter as they celebrated the news of the upcoming arrivals. The residents of Kroako were not just a group of individuals from various worlds and times but a family united by shared experiences and goals. And in this moment, they couldn't wait to welcome the newest additions to their ranks.