Hello all!

So, this came out of NO WHERE while I am writing up the next chapter of "Witnesses of the Light" before my vacation on May 9th. I will be getting that chapter up before then so don't worry.

But yeah, will this be an actual series? Probably not right now. I want to get a few of my stories completed before I even attempt another full story, so for now, this one shot will only be it. Try and get all the references I made! :D (Which also includes the title of this one shot!)

Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 1:

Homecoming

"Ka-Kacchan?"

"Stupid Deku!" Katsuki Bakugou shouted at the trembling green-haired boy named Izuku Midoriya, who was sitting in the small river after being sent there by the blonde five-year-old's explosion quirk when he had reached out his hand to offer assistance to Bakugou, "As if I want any help from a quirkless loser like you! So get lost, Deku!"

The currently drenched Izuku could only stare up at the boy whom he thought was his friend, ignoring everything around him, from the calling of the other boys still up on the hill from where the log had fallen to the shouting of Bakugou's response before stomping out of the river, giving one last hateful glare to the slightly younger boy before disappearing into the brush.

Izuku just sat there, his little mind processing what had just happened, his tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes as he struggled out a hiccup before bringing his soaking and slightly burnt hand up. The realization finally hit, and he began to cry.

He didn't know how long he had been sobbing or which was hurting more, his heart at the fact Izuku had lost his only friend (which he was now thinking if Bakugou had ever been his friend at all) or his slightly burned hand, which he was clutching close to his body and cradled it with his other hand. Izuku was crying so loud that he had not noticed a new person had come out from the bushes.

"Well, now, this is quite a sight to see." The person spoke from the riverside, Izuku now looking up and gasping in shock at the stranger before him. The small child had never seen anyone like this, as if they were an older man, but with golden hair that flowed like silk past his shoulders and a gray beard that was quite as long and thick as well, hanging down to the man's stomach and glowing eyes that were just golden as his hair, though fiery like the sun, wearing what looked like a dark gray robe. Izuku grew scared as the man slowly moved to sit on a fallen log, clearly remembering his mother's words about strangers, but he couldn't take his eyes off the man who was smiling at him and continued to speak.

"It's rare to see anyone walking this old path, even rarer to see someone so young. Tell me, boy, why are you out here in the first place?" The old man asked with a curious look on his face, making Izuku wince from where he was still sitting in the river, thinking he was now in trouble because Bakugou had led them onto someone else's property. The man gruffed a little with a furrow of his brows, "Come, come… out of the river with you and answer me, young one, before you get a cold."

Izuku quickly scampered up and out of the water, wincing from the still sore burn mark on his hand, which the elderly man couldn't help but notice as the young child made his way up. After a few moments of watching the child fidget, clearly trying to think of something to tell him, the elder sighed gently and spoke once more, "You are not going to get into trouble if you tell me the truth; I'm just asking out of curiosity is all."

"R-Really?" Izuku asked, still nervous speaking to the man, who gently nodded his head in response.

"Oh yes, I know how rambunctious children can be, especially boys, so there is no need to worry about any sort of reprimand from me, young one." The elderly man smiled at him, the sides of his beard where his mouth was raised into a smile.

Izuku went back to contemplating his choices; while this man was a stranger, he had been nothing but pleasant to him, even though he had a feeling that would change if he found out the four-year-old before him was quirkless. After a little more time, Izuku stood before the man, fidgeting still before finally speaking, "I-I was with… some kids… and we went exploring here. I-I tried to stop Ka-... Ba-Bakugou because of the 'Do Not Enter' sign at the fence… a-and then…"

The older man raised his hand to silence the boy, who quickly did so as the man now stroked his beard, "Given your injury on your hand, I'm assuming something bad happened, and that's why you are now all alone, am I correct?" A soft nod from Izuku made the man continue humming gently before slowly pushing himself off of the log, "Well, you shouldn't linger here for much longer; it will be getting late soon."

"O-Oh… sorry…" Izuku said with a downcast look on his face, still clenching the injury on his hand, "U-um… do you need help, sir? I-I know it's tricky to walk the path."

The old man gently smiled at the boy, shaking his head, "No, but thank you for asking young man… but tell me, what is your name?"

"M-My name?" Izuku asked with a slightly worried tone to his voice. The warnings from his mother once again rang in his head in regards to talking with strangers, but so far, the man had been quite kind to him, and all the older people he had met were kind to him in the past, even the ones that knew he was quirkless. With bated breath and gripping his still-moist All Might t-shirt, the little boy spoke once more, "M-Midoriya… Izuku Midoriya…"

"Well, thank you for answering an old man's curiosity, Midoriya," The wizened being said with a smile, though Izuku would notice how sad it had looked as the old man spoke again, "And… I am very sorry."

"H-Huh? What-" Izuku suddenly collapsed to the ground, out cold, while a cool breeze slowly blew across the forest and the pair. The smile on the older person's lips hardened to that of an emotionless stare while making his way toward the prone boy as he sighed heavily.

"To think that fate would put such a burden on one so young… not even I could have foreseen this." The man spoke in a low tone as he knelt to pick up the sleeping child, holding him in one arm as a giant portal opened up close to the pair, shimmering in a golden color with what looked like the top of a snowy mountainscape past the opening with what looked like a giant scaled beast looking in from the other side.

They say that a mirror reflects one's true self.

While one would perceive an old man walking and entering the portal with a small child in one arm, had there been a witness of the event unfolding before them and taken notice of what the river was showing, it would reveal that this elder being was no mere man.

The reflection on the water was that of a giant golden dragon.

Sixteen winters.

That's how long it took him to reach this point, his main goal ever since he had been taken from that forest many years ago. And now, after so much blood, sweat, and tears, it was finally time.

His emerald eyes gazing out towards the vast landscape of Skyrim, from its lush and plentiful woodlands to its icy and mountainous winter desert, the young adult had visions of some of his past adventures. From its numerous and eccentric people to its downright terrifying monsters, many of which would forever haunt his dreams and cause him to be weary of any shadow.

Not to mention the various assassins from the Dark Brotherhood who often stalked him.

From an evil dragon that was bent on eating the entire world to a fallen Dragonborn of old and an ancient vampire lord looking to blot out the sun and rule in eternal darkness, he had defeated them all. In doing so, he had become more powerful with each passing battle, learning and foraging ahead to achieve his main goal throughout this entire ordeal.

To finally go home.

"Are you sure about this, Dovahkiin?" A deep and booming voice spoke suddenly, the human looking back towards the giant dragon behind him, perched on top of some rocks and staring down at his ward, "I nor anyone would fault you if you wished to remain and call Skyrim your home."

"The temptation was there, I'll admit when I was younger…" The figure spoke as he turned to face the elder dragon, his emerald eyes locking onto the serpentine gaze of the draonic being, "But Paarthurnax, I need to return hofkinn, home; I want to return to where I belong."

The dragon softly nodded its head, knowing full well why the boy had wished to return to his former plane, huffing gently, and the person watching him could see the old dragon's snout shift into what he could tell was a smirk, "Mal graag dovah, it is good to see that your stubbornness to achieve what you desire is still just as great as ever."

"Yeah, well…" The man chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, where his bushy green curls shifted from his gloved hand, "The Greybeards taught me everything I know, so I had to pick up something from you."

A cold wind slowly blew across the peak of the "Throat of the World", only to be broken by the booming laughter from the dragon, making the young man chuckle along just as much when a groan coming from the pathway was heard by the Dovahkiin, with a rather elder looking bearded human, wearing dark gray robes and holding onto what would typically be a magical staff, but the younger man knew better for it to be only a mere walking stick, "Arngeir!"

"These old bones haven't failed me yet… nor would I allow them to on this day." The wizened older man spoke as he was helped up the remainder of the path towards the large chest with a horned steel helmet on the top that had been beside the figure from his vigil up on the top of the mountain peak, "Thank you, Izuku."

"I didn't expect anyone to come up here; that's why I said all my goodbyes back in High Hrothgar…" Izuku spoke softly as he moved his helmet off of the chest to allow Arngeir to sit and rest.

The old man sighed as he smiled up a little mirthful at the young man, his dulled eyes staring at his former pupil, "And miss properly sending off my greatest student? Perish the thought. Originally, we were all going to come up to give you one last surprise, but you know how Wulfgar is."

Izuku gently nodded, smirking to himself as he turned his gaze back out to the horizon, taking one good last look over the vast land he had done so much to protect; the weight of just what he was leaving behind began to feel upon his shoulders until the cold hand of Arngeir on his forearm brought him out of those thoughts, "My boy, Skyrim survived without a Dragonborn before, and it can do so again. You deserve to be happy, even if that takes you to a place none may follow."

Izuku could only stare at the now smiling Arngeir, who nodded his head in acceptance of his decision, and when the young man looked back towards the dragon, who had nodded as well. High above the three, the 'moon' cast its bright luminescence down upon them with the parting of the clouds as if Nirn itself was seeking to aid the young man in his endeavor. Once Arngeir moved off of the chest, Izuku knelt to open it and pulled out a beautiful golden scroll from his belongings that he would be taking with him.

"Serana should be coming to High Hrothgar within the week to take this Elder Scroll and hide it someplace where no one should find it." Izuku said as he stood back up, holding the mystical thing, and Arngeir gently nodded his head.

"During the night, I would assume?"

"She figured it would be easier for her, yes… so don't be surprised if she suddenly shows up at your front door one chilly evening." Izuku smirked back as he moved towards the lip of the cliffside.

From where they stood, both Paarthurnax and Arngeir watched in amazement as they watched the boy whom they had raised into a man and aided as the last Dragonborn opened the golden scroll and read aloud the words that would forever take him away.

They prayed to the nine that Izuku would finally know some sort of peaceful life.

"You pathetic wannabes!" Tomura Shigaraki cackled into the air as the hero in training, who was currently being held by his pet Nomu, disintegrated before the eyes of the other student. Under the hand covering his face, he could see the horrified face of the woman as she watched her classmate die before them, "You really think you can take on me?! With my Nomu at my side? I'll kill every last one of you and break All Might's spirit!"

Momo Yaoyorozu was wildly trying to think of a way for her to get out of this ordeal, but the more she thought about it, the less likely it seemed that she or any of her classmates around the USJ were going to get out of this alive. Her onyx eyes looked toward her unconscious teacher, Shota Aizawa, all bloodied and beaten on the ground, with an arm and both of his legs broken and bending the wrong way as he lay in a pool of blood.

Another fit of laughter from the hand-covered villain caught the heiress' attention; she saw the giant creature known as Nomu begin to painfully walk towards her, with its 'master' barking out orders, "Make her suffer, my Nomu! Nice and slow!"

The villain continued to laugh maniacally as its pet screeched out in pleasure before suddenly bolting towards the hero student. Momo's mind was desperately trying to think of anything to help her with her 'creation' quirk to minimize the damage and at least protect herself from the oncoming villain, but she finally screamed as the beast suddenly lunged towards her, clenching her eyes together and mentally shouting and calling out for some sort of miracle that would just end this horrible day already.

A small flash and crackle of lightning suddenly sparked into life out of thin air between the woman and the Nomu, causing the creature to stop in its tracks. Everyone in the area watched as, from the tiny spark, a large portal with shimmering and swirling golden particles appeared at the USJ central platform. The air felt electrified while this strange phenomenon was occurring, almost alive in a way as suddenly a large metal-encased wooden trunk flew out onto the portal, landing but a few feet away with a heavy thud that would denote it to be much heavier than what it looked.

Everyone watching was perplexed at this strange container before a foot soon stepped out of the portal, and the body that supposedly had tossed the trunk was now at least visible to the villain's side before the shimmering gateway suddenly closed, making Momo's eyes widen in shock.

Standing before her was the backside of the most oddly dressed person she had ever seen. They were dressed in what looked like thick leather and furs of some kind of animal, especially around the lower arms and the belt on the waist, with tightly leather covering their hands and what looked like metallic plates tied snuggling to the furs on the arm. While a stitched leather and metal plate had slightly covered the right shoulder, his upper left arm was bare to the world, and Momo couldn't help just how strong they looked; even when not flexing, she could see the muscles tighten from the slightest movement.

The shoes they wore were just as outlandish, seemingly to be made of the same fur as the belt, though thinned out and covered by a leathery hide and straps, with two decorated metal shin pads on the front side. Strangest of all was the helmet they wore that looked reminiscent of what a stereotypical Viking would wear in a movie, though with the horns pointed down, with leather straps protecting the back of their neck, though the women behind the figure could make out long greenish curls poking from the sides.

The newcomer into this conflict stood there looking dumbfounded before turning slightly, and their emerald eyes from within the metal helmet met onyx as both the now clearly identified man and hero student locked gazes at one another. However, that was short-lived, as a snarling and childish shout came from the other side of the battlefield.

"HEY!" Shigaraki shouted towards the newcomer, "Who the fuck are you?! You aren't one of my canon fodder!" However, he never got a response as the 'leader' of the League of Villains watched as this stranger went back to look around their surroundings again, particularly noting the bleeding out Eraserhead and then looking towards the bloodied hands of his Nomu.

The villain began to chuckle at first before breaking out into a high-pitched cackle, "That's right! My Nomu broke that hero! And soon it will break you-... what are you doing?" Shigaraki asked, confused as he watched the Viking-wannabe move towards the stupid chest and opened it and seemed to be looking for something, "Hey… HEY! Stop ignoring me! And nothing in your stupid little chest can harm my Nomu! It was designed to kill All Might!"

The strange man stopped for a moment at the mention of the Number One hero before setting the lid back down and standing up once more, now holding a sheathed sword in one hand as he moved to stand in front of the trunk, his emerald eyes not moving an inch from the Nomu that was just standing there, awaiting orders. Shigaraki snorted in ignorance, seeing the wannabe Viking take out the sword whose blade wasn't made of metal but what looked to be made of… bone?

The villain just started to laugh once again, both in his mania like before, but also now in pure hilarity at the gall this idiot before him, "W-What is that?! Some kind of cheap-looking toy?" He continued to laugh before dismissively waving his hand, "Nomu, kill this idiot and then the girl, and then we can go hunt down the other students."

The beast screeched in delight as it lunged towards the oddly dressed man, with Momo watching from behind him and trying to call out to the warrior to move, but instead of fleeing, the man simply dropped the sheath of the sword on the ground, gripping the weapon tightly as it suddenly went blaze as one word was shouted past the stranger's lips that echoed in the air like a thunderous boom which sent chills down the spines of those present and around the USJ.

"WULD!"

The warrior was now on the other side of the Nomu, which was shrieking in pain as its right arm had been cut off quite cleanly; the dismembered limb hit the ground hard, with its edges and parts of the ligament and meat burning with the main body also catching slightly on fire as well, the sickening smell of burning flesh filled the air as the Nomu continued to scream in pain, as the warrior turned around and continued his assault.

The hero student and villains watched on as the newcomer kept attacking the Nomu, his fiery blade slicing and cutting the Nomu as it struggled even to try and catch the man. At the same time, it was quick in its own right, the 'hero' it was now fighting as clearly skilled in combat, ducking and weaving past the swings of its only arm. However, the other one was now beginning to regenerate, albeit slower than before, something the misty Kurogiri took notice of. At the same time, his charge was still in shock, "Master, it seems the heat and fire of the blade is preventing the Nomu's regeneration, probably cauterizing the wounds before the injuries can start to heal."

Looking back towards his 'escape route' for a moment to process his words, Shigaraki growled low to turn his attention back to the fight, watching his pet struggle to keep up and seeing what Kurogiri was talking about, "How…? How did he know about my Nomu's quirk?!" The villain snarled as he readied himself, flexing his fingers as Shigaraki suddenly dashed towards the fight, "You think you can beat me and my Nomu! Time to turn you to dust, ass-"

"FUS-RO-DAH!"

The words died in the villain's throat as the stranger shouted once again, having been aware of his surroundings thanks to the constant battles and brushes with assassins and wildlife, giving him the experience to know when someone or something was joining a fight and sneaking up on him and doing so had sent the 'lead' villain flying back with force of the shout even catching Kurogiri and blasting the pair back, though the misty villain wasn't as hard hit as Shigaraki, whose 'hand attachments' had all flew off even further than where the blueish grayed-haired man had landed with a hard thud on the cement. Teleporting towards the silent and prone Shigaraki, Kurogiri turned him over to see that the force of the shout had knocked out his charge, with blood flowing slowly out of his ears.

Quickly looking back to the fight involving the Nomu, which at this point had finally regained the lost limb from before, but now was being constantly struck with the flaming sword over and over again after hearing yet another shout coming from the warrior, "SU-GRAH-DUN!"

From her vantage point, Momo watched as each strike of the blade hitting the Nomu kept going faster and faster, almost blindingly so, while the creature kept screeching and swinging its arms to either bat away or catch the person attacking it, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the Nomu toppled forward, having been cut against its ankles and back of the knee to topple forward, allowing the warrior to quickly shift around, climb onto its back, and stab the flaming sword straight through to the heart. For equal measure, he brought his hand over the creature's head as thick bolts of lightning suddenly shot forth from his fingers and began to fry the Nomu's exposed brain. Watching the gory display in front of them, Kurogiri suddenly created a portal underneath himself and the still unconscious Shigaraki, fleeing from this losing fight and wanting to return to the bar and inform his master.

The warrior on the back of the Nomu was panting hard, kneeling on the now motionless creature before slowly pushing himself off, leaving the sword embedded in the corpse and extinguishing its flames once his hand let go of the hilt. He kept panting slowly before turning around to check on the woman, only to find a literal cannon now pointed directly at him.

"STAY BACK!" Momo cried out as the stranger lifted his hands into the air, "Don't come any closer, villain!"

"I'm not a villain!" The man had finally said something other than his shouting and seemed to dumbfound Momo, given his decent grasp of Japanese, "I know I can't kill people here, but that was a Draugr!"

"The other villain called it Nomu," Momo said as she kept her hand close to where she could set off the cannon, her onyx eyes focused entirely on the man's emeralds that seemed to be softer than she would have expected.

"Yes, Nomu! But it was dead!"

"After you killed it!"

"No! No!" The man said with a worried tone of voice and waving his hands back and forth, "It was undead before that! Smelt like other Draugr! Like the ones in the cairns I visited before!"

Momo could only squint at the man with skepticism to his explanation while he kept his hands up and breathed slowly, the emerald eyes shifting down to the cannon and then back to her, noticing some of the wounds on her arms and body, "You are hurt, I can heal you."

That had jolted Momo out of her inner dialogue, blinking in shock at his statement before furrowing her eyebrows once again, "You can heal me?"

The vicious nodding of his head and almost making his helmet slide off was his only response. When he did so, Momo could see the dark green curls just peeking from behind his neck, something she had not seen, considering his back was to her for most of the fight, "Yes, I can heal you! But I need to take a few steps closer."

There was a silence for a few moments, with the heiress contemplating his words, though her gaze now took notice of her teacher, who was in much worse shape. The person before her hadn't acted hostile towards her, even defending her from the lifeless Nomu. Taking a small breath, she returned her gaze towards the man and nodded, deciding to make sure his claims were valid before he could move to the fallen pro hero close to them, "Do what you need, then please save my teacher, Mr. Aizawa."

"If he is not dead, then he can be saved." The stranger spoke, taking a few steps forward and raising his hands. Momo watched in fascination as she could hear the man begin to mutter some words Momo couldn't quite understand from where she was, but she could tell it was super quick, and as he did this, a brilliant and bright golden light formed in between his hands, before gesturing out towards her as Momo could feel the warmth of whatever the strange man had done which enveloped her entire body. Momo could feel her energy rejuvenated, and looking towards some of her cuts and bruises, she was shocked to see they had all but faded away into nothing.

"Good as new!" the man chuckled, with a softness that seemed almost alien to Momo, considering all she had seen him capable of. However, that softness suddenly faded when the all-too-familiar shout echoed across the field, which was not only all too familiar to the hero student but also the strange man from a portal, and both were frozen in surprise.

"Get down, Ponytail!" Bakugou shouted as he flew in from behind the 'villain', launching a right-handed explosion at the person in strange garb, making them shout out in pain as their helmet was blown off while they tumbled forward.

"BAKUGOU! STAND DOWN!" Momo shouted and ran towards the explosive teenager, seeing Kirishima just arriving shortly after that, though he made his way first to Aizawa to know if he could help his teacher. The heiress looked aghast at what her classmate had done, "He was unarmed!"

"He's a dumbass villain! I just saved your life!" The blonde boy barked back.

"He saved my life, you uncouth buffoon!" Momo screamed, "And he was healing me and then going to save Mr. Aizawa!"

Bakugou snarled at the woman, pointing his finger at her with a heavily soured face, "He was trying to trick you, you-!"

"Kacchan…?"

The world suddenly went silent, with Momo watching the typically aggressive and loud Bakugou suddenly go quiet, his complexion paling to a ghostly white before slowly looking towards the person he had just attacked, now helmetless and returning the gaze.

Bright emerald eyes shone softly, with long and curly dark green hair hanging off of his shoulders, with perfectly diamond-shaped freckles that looked barely visible while a dark scruffy beginning of a beard adorned the man's cheeks and chin that would give even Aizawa a run for his money.

Momo watched as her gaze shifted between her savior and then her classmate, not knowing the genuine shock of seeing someone that one boy had clearly thought he would never see or say his stupid nickname ever again.

"...Deku…?"