Spawn of the Gods (wip wednesdays)
Krogan is the son of Heimdall. This is the first time actually writing something for him aaaaaaa. Also, this Hiccup is a little bit darker than the one in canon, because this is part of my Krogan Grimborn AU, where Viggo and Ryker’s parents adopted Krogan when he was a baby.
Hiccup and the gang are actually dark, altered versions of themselves in this AU, and I’m happy to announce that this is my first time actually writing a dark!Hiccup.
HEAVY GORE WARNING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Huzzah!
@evilwriter37, you might enjoy this so far? I’ll keep you updated on it as I post it.
The wind blew through Krogan’s hair, as he rocketed through the air on the back of his dragon, his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration and eagerness. He was ready. His flyby past the ships was the signal for the archers to start firing.
So they did, and they managed to shoot down the Nadder-riding-Girl, and the annoying twins.
In retaliation, the leader on the Night Fury lashed out at him, and a net wrapped around him, sending him flying.
Ankh turned, her green eyes wild, while she dove for her rider, but it was too late for her to catch him.
Krogan slammed into the ground with a hideously wet squelch of blood and ripping cloth. Then, there was nothing for him.
It was finally the day when Hiccup managed to catch Krogan. The man had been tangled into the net that had been stored in his shield, weighted down by the heavy rocks that tainted the edges of the net.
The young man sauntered up to Krogan, expecting him to get angry. To lash out and to screech his rage at him- despite the fact that his body was mangled and torn into shreds.
Despite the fact that he had bones sticking out all over, and he was covered in his own blood.
If only Krogan had lashed out at him. If only.
Instead, he simply laid there, his eyes rolled into his head, mouth open while he’d tried to gasp air into his failing lungs. Blood crawled down his mouth from where he’d coughed it up.
It was evident that the rock jutting from his mangled chest was the culprit of the blood.
Even then, those dull, lusterless brown eyes gleamed at him like a pair of glossy dragon scales. Inevitably, they weren’t dragon scales. Blood veins had broken in his eyes, turning his scleras bright red in rings. His face was still stained with tears and snot- wet from the fluids.
He wasn’t breathing. Of course he wasn’t.
Hiccup swallowed thickly, stepping closer to the netted corpse.
A huge slice up Krogan’s belly sent his intestines spilling over the ground, causing a pool of blood to fill out beneath him. His pants had been soiled, as well.
Krogan was dead.
Very dead.
Hiccup grinned at this. Even in death, Krogan was such a beautiful, splendid man. Something was so sensual about his deep, olive skin and dark eyes. He was exotic- and it would be an absolute shame if Krogan just rotted away without having anyone to use him properly.
Fortunately for Hiccup, no one else was around- so Krogan was all his. He owned him now.
Hiccup placed his shield on the ground, his grin turning into a smirk.
He stepped up next to Krogan, eyeing him for a moment. He ripped the net off from over top of Krogan, then the young man grabbed the older man’s shoulders, and tried to heave him off of the stone spike.
It took a few tries, and getting covered in blood- Krogan was heavy, despite not looking like he’d weigh much- but Hiccup was able to remove him from the spike.
Krogan’s fingers twitched, and Hiccup glanced up at them in confusion. Rolling his eyes at his foolishness, he put it off as Krogan’s body twitching from the last bit of activity in his mind.
He moved to sit on Krogan’s hips- what was left of them-, while he shimmied the man’s pants down his waist- getting rid of the belt altogether.
He was so focused on Krogan’s pants, that when the man’s eyes came crawling down from the back of his head, completely unfocused and hazy, he paid them no heed.
He did, however, notice the way that Krogan’s skin started to stitch itself back together along his stomach, and how his chest had once again started to heave with breath.
Hiccup blinked slowly, his smirk fading, and being replaced by a look of horror.
The youngest Grimborn was alive.
He started to get up, watching the man heal for a moment- is- is this how Viggo survived falling into the volcano? Seriously? He blinked slowly.
He grabbed onto the hilt of his sword. When Krogan had finished healing- so much so that the already faded burn scar had completely disappeared- his eyes flashed a vibrant shade of golden.
The man- already a hulking giant that stood over two whole heads over top of his own- turned his golden gaze to look at him, a deep frown on his face. He blinked at Hiccup, and Krogan grinned at him.
“Surprise, Haddock,” he purred, his eyes glittering cruelly in the dim light of the clearing.
Hiccup backed away, lighting his sword, which illuminated more of the clearing.
“No- what?” He backed away further, his eyes scared and fearful.
A shimmering of gold smoke begins to crawl up Krogan’s body when he stands, a sword of his own settled into his outstretched hand, while he slowly floated up into the air.
Armor swivelled around him for a moment, before it clatters on to his frame.
He thudded heavily down onto the grass, a frown on his face.
The man muttered something underneath his breath, and he turned to look at Hiccup, pointing the massive sword at Hiccup’s shaking frame.
Hiccup eyed the sword in faint curiosity- seven feet long, huge blade punctuated at the end with a hilt embellished with gold. A very large Zweihander.
A two handed sword that Krogan was wielding with one.
Hiccup grimaces, and he backed away slightly.
“What, are you scared, Haddock?” Krogan cooed, laughing. “I’m not going to be the one killing you. Believe me when I say my brother would definitely prefer doing the honors.”
Hiccup was about to cry for Toothless, when a large, metal-fisted hand slammed into his gut, and he fell unconscious.
Krogan came out of the woods, dragging Hiccup’s unconscious body in one hand, making sure to cause the boy as much pain before he would wake up. His golden armor glittered brightly in the sunlight, a beacon against the trees behind him.
He blinked slowly, and locked his eyes on Viggo’s ship, where he strode up to it proudly, walking right past one of the search parties that had just come past.
The men in the group shot one another confused looks, before shrugging, and followed Krogan back to the ship.
Krogan’s heavy, metal boots thudded loudly on the gangplank, announcing his presence to anyone below deck that he was there.
He threw Hiccup down onto the deck with a resounding thud, and looked over towards the darkness that were the bowels of the ship.
