Smaug. Or Thorain.

 

Never mind. I'll go watch Frozen now. If it sucks, Elsa will die a painful death by fire.

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Oh god the songs are fucking painful wtf people.

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2k words into the Hiccup vs Elsa one. This ... may have gotten away from me again.

 

Frozen was pretty mediocre, but it's got a lot of fans. I can only assume that it's because the messages of the movie can be easily appropriated in ways which weren't exactly what Disney had in mind. /off topic

I'd like to challenge anyone whose got a working understanding of Worm to write Regent vs. Taylor or Regent vs. Heartbreaker (the revengeance we never got, RIP).
I suppose that opens me up to taking challenges, so I can work with HP, Dresden, and Worm.

 

Apologies for the grammar and for the length, I tried.


Fight Club: DLP Edition
Loki vs. Voldemort

Loki traced the flare of energy to a seaside cavern overlooked by steep grey cliffs.

A tall serpentine man emerged from the cavern in a foul mood. Thin, gaunt frame quivering with rage - the man pulled out a small stick and brandished it at the sky. A ghoulish green skull grew, eclipsing the clouds and darkened day.

“How impressive, is that what your kind call magic?” Loki called out. He gripped the Chitauri Scepter, feeling the comfortable tremors of the tesseract’s power.

With a slight mocking bow he raised the staff towards the sky. An electric blue spark shot out and engulfed the mark of death. In mere seconds the summer sky was restored to its pristine form. Seagulls squawked over the sea and the waves below the cliffs lazily lapped against the rocks.

The creature turned towards Loki and advanced towards him, wielding a little wooden stick. A quick jab and words uttered in absolute rage rang out.
Loki stepped aside, allowing the eerie green flash to disintegrate the boulder behind him. The rock turned into a fine spray of ash.

“That might be useful,” Loki said. “I’m in need of a servant in this realm and you seem to qualify as above average among your people.” He paused and tilted his head, “Still isn’t a compliment.”

The mortal sent a steady barrage of green flashes that wrecked the rocky cliffs. Loki nimbly phased in and out of the way and closed the distance between them. He was resistant to most forms of magic, a relic of his mother Freyja’s education.

“I am Lord Voldemort, master of death. You will cower on your knees before me,” the gaunt man hissed.

Loki laughed. The people of Earth realm had no idea what it meant to master death. “You do not know that life is, how could you master death?” he asked the pitiful creature.

Turning his back on the mortal he searched for the secret entrance into the cavern. Someone had used great feats of magic there and he was intrigued.

Loki fell to his knees, pain lancing through his body setting his teeth on edge. Every nerve was on fire, the pain willed him to scream for mercy but he braced himself. Somehow the mortal had gotten past his shields.

Throwing the pain off like a shroud, Loki rose up and swallowed the blood in his mouth. He put on his favorite feral grin and sent a blue lightning bolt against Voldemort. The man deflected it, further destroying the cliff side.

The two men glared at one another, circling like wolves preparing to lunge. Faint tendrils slithered in the back of Loki’s mind, cold and slippery and utterly foreign. He shook the feeling off and sent another barrage of cosmic lightning at his foe.

Voldemort waved his wand and pulled up a shield but the powerful blasts pushed him back until his feet were digging into the stone and he reached the edge of the cliff. It wasn’t a huge drop to the sea below. The snake man disappeared and then reappeared on a ledge, now visible, near the cavern mouth and pressed a symbol on his pale flesh.

Loki taunted him from higher ground, “Is the little mortal running away?”

Dark hooded figures began to pop into the air around Voldemort, brandishing their wands.

“Kill him,” Lord Voldemort commanded to his minions. Masked and robed figures phased onto the cliff and surrounded Loki. They mumbled sycophantic chants in honor of their Dark Lord.

“Crucio,” a maniacal female voice sang out. The pain, burning him up from the inside, was familiar. This time he resisted it more easily.

“Imperio,” a cold male voice uttered.

Loki was jerked as if a puppet string was attached to his back. He bobbed up and down and felt as if he could fall asleep. A voice spoke to him steadily of how wonderful it would feel to let someone else bear the burden of inciting chaos.

“Remove his staff,” Voldemort said. “He has nothing but tricks without it.”

“No,” Loki bellowed out. Shape shifting into a replica of his nemesis he phased forward and grasped Voldemort by the arm and swung the man around until they faced each other.

“Kill him,” Loki commanded in the same inhumane voice.

The hooded figures hesitated. Loki grasped one and pressed his scepter upon the man’s head and bent him to his will.

Voldemort attacked with dark curses. “Fiendfyre,” the man spoke and brandished his wand as if conducting a symphony.

A column of deadly flame spread in a circle. Loki transformed the rock around him into stone dragons. The flame charred them easily to a crisp. He continued to transform stone, slowing but not stopping the growing flame.
As Voldemort’s followers began to regroup, Loki directed his new masked servant to attack them.

The masked man sent dark spell after dark spell against his fellows, causing them to drop in agony or die silently on the spot. It took several of them to bring him down. Long blonde hair spotted with blood spilled out from the fallen man’s hood.

“I always forget how disgustingly mortal the Earth realm is.” Loki reverted to his natural form and merrily stepped over the corpses.

Easily evading the path of the flame, Loki turned his scepter and the energy of the cosmic cube against it. A steady lightning blue conflagration attacked the wild blood red blaze and swallowed it whole.

Loki smirked at the shock on Voldemort’s face. “You are no match for an Asgardian.”

Voldemort locked his red eyes on Loki and drilled into his mind. In a blink, they were no longer on the seaside but in the golden Asgardian throne room.

Voldemort sat on the throne, Odin’s throne. Loki seethed with anger, unable to get off his knees. When he overcame this he would drench the cold marble tile with this mortal’s blood. The Dark Lord would feel pain on a molecular level.

Loki struggled to speak but could only bite his tongue until it bled.

“Your magic is…powerful. Worth studying. It opens up new possibilities,” Voldemort said. The man gestured with his wand, and Loki felt his body rise up as if he were a puppet. This was new - magic he hadn’t come across before. He searched through his mind for anything that could help him overcome it.

“The great flaw,” Voldemort said – the man rose up from the throne room and climbed down the glittering black steps to face Loki – “is that you are engaged in the pursuit of oblivion.”

Voldemort laughed, it was an odd brittle sound. “You wish to destroy your family and home but you wish even more to belong as one of them and you never, ever will…belong.”

The tall skeletal man towered over Loki, growing larger and larger. Voldemort placed his long cold fingers on Loki’s throat and lifted him up.

“Weak,” Voldemort said. “All this power and still so pathetic. What I could do with what you have, with what you are wasting.” Each word hissed out precisely. “Your futile self-loathing prevents you from even garnering the modicum of respect that such power should ensure.”

Around Loki a circle of moments spun around - each of his darkest, weakest moments. His childhood spent in the shadow of his brother who was always strong and brave and unbeatable.

Loki saw himself hiding in his mother’s skirts as she kept his father from punishing him for his mischief. His father, always disappointed, always giving him a look of disfavor.

“You’ll never be good enough.” Voldemort’s voice echoed.

Loki drew strength from the pain, this was his particular talent – he fed off the chaos, the contradictions, the madness.

The walls around him shook. This was his mind and it was time for him show Voldemort what a dark place it was. The marble floors came to life and began to tile over Voldemort, crushing bone and blood into a messy splatter.

“Mine,” Loki said and approached the throne. He grew larger with each step until his helmet touched the high ceilings. He crushed the throne and everything it represented. Then, he placed his boot upon Voldemort’s head; the rest of him was decorating the floor, and crushed him too.

They were propelled out of his mind and back to the reality of the rocky cliffs.
Taking advantage of their close proximity, Loki slipped his scepter blade cleanly into Voldemort’s ribs. He stabbed him once and then again and again, each time more rapidly. It was satisfying.

Voldemort retreated, disappearing and then reappearing a good distance away. The wounded creature hastily gulped from a potions flask. The corpse-like flesh healed, sharp gashes completely gone. Perhaps this realm’s magic wasn’t as provincial as Loki had assumed.

Loki followed his quarry but Voldemort kept appearing and disappearing from one point to another, taking only seconds to gulp down a flask or cast a spell upon himself, before popping away again.

“Tired of running?” Loki taunted.

“Am I running?” Voldemort replied. Standing over the bodies of his followers, the snake-tongued bastard cast a spell on one of his minions who was apparently still breathing. The green flash was quick and deadly.

Voldemort wasn’t just fleeing Loki's will-bending scepter. The Darkl Lord was performing a ritual. It was to late for Loki to intercept it. The sky turned ashen grey as Voldemort howled in pain. An unearthly black glow surrounded him and then rent him apart. Screams ripped through Loki’s enemy, as if death were clawing and tearing at his very soul.

The darkness dissipated and Loki approached cautiously. He was surprised to see Voldemort still standing as the black mesh dissipated. One black fragment launched itself at Loki’s scepter.

He shook it away, not noticing that it insidiously etched itself into the blade. It was time to end this hunt; he could find other servants to do his wicked bidding. This Voldemort was a nuisance.

Phasing in front of Voldemort, Loki grasped the man’s head and with a clean snap separated skull from spine. Blood spurted from the body and he kicked it over the cliff. It fell with a satisfying splash into the sea.

Voldemort’s head he placed atop the corpses of the man’s followers. The seagulls would feast well.

Loki thought of the mayhem he could cause back home. The day was still young and night loomed ahead full of malicious possibility.

 

Oh yes, that was beautiful.

 

Making the scepter a Horcrux was good planning on Voldemort's part. All in all, good show!

 

A challenge for anyone with passing knowledge of the SW universe: Darths Nihilus vs Sion, ignoring that pitiful cutscene on the Ravager's bridge where Nihilus humiliates Sion. Or perhaps someone can write the duel between Naga Sadow and Ludo Kressh on Korriban for control of the Sith before the explorers from Cinnagar showed up.

And I want another. I have knowledge of the Star Wars, Harry Potter, Wheel of Time, and Sanderson's Cosmere. I can't promise it will be good, but I can promise that I'll try. Writing more is the only way to get better at writing.

 

Bill Weasley vs The Mummy

Or, if you're not familiar with The Mummy movie franchise.

Bill Weasley vs Fleur Delacour

Could I get a challenge please.

 

How Moody lost his leg.

Moody Vs Unknown masked Death Eater/s

 

Taken. Thanks.

 

Might as well go for some comedy instead then.

Frozone vs Hiccup.

 

HERE IT IS. I may have taken the challenge as a full crossover prompt.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The Third vs Elsa, the Snow Queen
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"I'm still not sure about this, Elsa."

"Relax Anna." Elsa said, rolling her eyes. Both women were dressed like the royalty they were, only that Anna wore a regal blue dress with silver trimmings, and Elsa was clad in hunting gear, with a fur coat overtop it, all colored white. Elsa's outfit was made for agility and sturdiness, while Anna's was for the castle hallways.
Elsa's flowing blond hair, light enough that could barely be distinguished from white, were pulled in a tight braid, fit for travel.

"It's not the first time I've gone." Elsa reminded.

"Yes but, you're the Queen." Anna retorted, worry coloring her voice. "You can't be gone from the castle."
"The castle and the kingdom will be fine if I'm gone for a few days." Elsa replied. "We have this conversation every time I go, and every time I tell you the same thing. I have-"

"Have to go north. It just calls you." Anna recited in a drawl, glaring at her sister. "So you've said, many times."

They'd reached the courtyard of the castle. An entire squad of soldiers on horseback waited for them there, dressed in furs in preparation for the cold of the northern mountains. The trip itself was something that Elsa insisted on, the guards were what Anna had insisted on. Her overprotective streak had not diminished in the four years since Elsa's coronation. Rather, it had only grown once Elsa had settled into her duties to the kingdom of Arendelle.

"Look at all the guards coming with me. I'll be fine." Elsa assured the princess. Seeing her bite her lip to stifle another argument, Elsa drew Anna in a hug. Anna hugged her tightly.

"Don't be so dramatic," Elsa admonished, feeling slightly embarrassed that her sister was making such a fuss over a few days' stroll.

"Just be safe, okay? No risks."

"Yes, I promise. Now will you please let me go? People are watching." That was enough for Anna to release her, a flush to her cheeks. She nodded, and took a step back.

Elsa turned, climbed on the saddle of the horse prepared for her, and turned to look at her sister as she took the reins.

"Don't worry." She repeated in as soothing a voice as she could. "Nothing will go wrong." To emphasize her point, she raised her hand, and ice snaked around it, growing and turning around it, not settling into any shape. It was a reminder of Elsa's abilities, of the danger she could pose to anyone threatening her or hers.
Anna nodded. "I'll see you when you get back."

That seemed to be the signal, and the two lines of soldiers started trotting forwards, Queen Elsa in the middle of the procession.

"I'll be back in a few days." She called behind her as they left the castle, the gates closing behind them, heading for the northern mountain pass.

~~E~~
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The snowstorm was in full swing. Winds howled powerfully, carrying snow and hail, making visibility extremely low and flight extremely dangerous.

The last point was particularly relevant, considering the great beast that was flapping its wings madly, just so it wouldn't be swept away by the strong winds.
On its back, a figure was wrapped in furs, squinting through his metal helmet, trying to see what was in front and below them.
"We can't stay in this storm any longer." He yelled, leaning forward. His voice barely reached the ears of the dragon, such were the winds. A grunt was his only reply.
The rider leaned to the side, looking down. His left foot, vastly different from the right in that it was not covered with a boot, rather being an elaborate metallic prosthetic, was constantly in motion, stepping forward and backwards, directing a set of cables crisscrossing the dragon's harness. The cable ended on the dragon's tail, directing the prosthetic tailfin in perfect synchronization.

"Try to land in that clearing over there!" The rider yelled at the top of his voice in order to make himself heard. The dragon's head swiveled to look where its rider was pointing, and started a controlled glide towards it.
An impossibly long half hour later, the great black dragon landed on the clearing, amidst the tall trees. Thankfully, the snowstorm did not reach that deep into the forest, the tall and sturdy trees forming a barrier.
As soon as the dragon landed, the rider climbed down from its left side, prosthetic unlatching softly, and he landed in the snow. He removed the heavy fur from around him, revealing an outfit of dark brown leather, along with a set of light, black metal armor pieces.

As the dragon got familiar with their temporary shelter, the rider stood, tested the ground with his prosthetic, and looked around. His metal helmet was long, with only two narrow slits for eyes, and struck quite the imposing figure.

The rider reached up and removed his helmet, revealing a head of messy brown hair, nearly reaching his shoulder. In a clearly habitual move, the man reached a gloved hand and run it through his hair, straightening it somewhat, and rolling the end of his braid between his fingers. That hair, that face, and those vivid green eyes could only belong to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.

"We've really done it this time, Toothless." Hiccup sighed. A low warble from the dragon replied to him.

"Hey, you're not blaming this on me!" Hiccup narrowed his eyes at his reptile companion. Toothless' form settled on one edge of the clearing, rotating slowly to pad the ground to an acceptable level. As he turned, he looked at Hiccup, face clearly annoyed and ears flat in exasperation. He snorted, before returning to padding the ground.

"Okay so maybe it was my idea to head for the mountain pass, but we were so lost! Still are, I might add. It was your idea to keep flying once that storm hit. Do you deny it?"

Toothless let out a throaty, dismissive sound. A small stream of fire at the ground and he was satisfied, finally settling in and wrapping his wings around himself. He plopped his head on top of his two paws, and closed them in contentment. He opened one eye lazily, and raised his right wing just so, invitation. Hiccup sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. But you're not off the hook yet, mister." The twenty year old threatened, waving a gloved finger menacingly. He checked the gearbags hanging on the saddle, but did not remove it. They needed to be able to take off at a moment's notice, in case they were attacked by wild beasts, or the storm suddenly cleared. He didn't even remove the sheathed sword hanging on his right hip.

Toothless snorted again, both eyes closed. Hiccup settled by Toothless's side, and wrapped the furs around himself. The wing closed over him, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

~~H~~
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"What's the holdup?" Elsa demanded. It was three days into their journey, and they had reached deep into the northern mountains. Elsa's elation at the frozen environment had not been marred yet, as her powers had been enough to protect her and her entourage from the sudden and fierce blizzard that struck the previous day. They had taken shelter for the night, and the blizzard had subsided by morning, so they were once again making their way through the snowy mountains. The weather was now cloudy, but there were no chances of further blizzards.

"Apologies, my Queen." the captain of her protection details bowed in front of her. They had stopped thirty minutes ago, and Elsa had yet to receive an adequate explanation.

"Don't apologise, captain. Rather, tell me why we stopped, and where half of our group went."

"Yes, milady. A forward scout reported a dangerous animal an hour ago. We simply want to make sure you will be in no danger."

Elsa frowned. "An animal? What kind?"

"The scout reported a dragon, milady."

Elsa's eyebrows rose and her eyes widened. A dragon? There hadn't been a dragon in the Arendelle kingdom for generations, and the populace was thankful for that, not to mention prosperous.

"He is sure?"

"Yes my queen. It was sleeping. I've sent my men to put it down before we proceed."

Elsa frowned again, and opened her mouth to say something, before she thought better of it and stopped. Dragons of legend had been terrible creatures, tearing a path of fire and destruction on their kingdom. Their reappearance could only mean bad things for her and her subject.
She gave a curt nod, and settled back in her saddle, waiting impatiently.
Hiccup awoke, his eyes snapping open but making no other move. He felt Toothless subtle nudge with his snout, and the way Hiccup could feel the dragon's muscles tense, could only spell trouble.

~~E~~
​

"What is it, bud?" He murmured under his breath. His hand closed over the handle of his sword, and he reached for his helmet, placing it over his head. Toothless motioned with his head, pointing towards the woods.

Hiccup strained his ears to listen, and squinted to look at the darkness of the trees.

"I hear them." He murmured again. And he did, faint crunches of twigs on the snow bed, the slow rustle of weapons and armor. Whoever they were, they were not being as sneaky as they thought, and not nearly as sneaky as they should be if they thought to sneak up on a dragon. Hidden as he was under Toothless' wing, they probably had not seen him.

"Be ready." Hiccup growled, muscles tensing. Toothless let out a low rumble of agreement, and his limbs moved, in preparation to rise and pounce.
The grunt of exertion, and whistle of something flying through the air as their signal. Hiccup sprang up, foot already on the stirrups and body swinging into place on the saddle. While he did this, Toothless himself sprang to his feet, quickly sidestepping to the side. Where he previously lay, a long hunting spear buried itself into the ground.

Hiccup saw the deadly projectile, and his resolve immediately steeled. Whoever they were, they did not even attempt to communicate before using lethal force. No one, no one, would kill Toothless, Hiccup would not allow it.

He looked around through the slits in his helmets, and saw several enemies springing though the trees, long spears and swords in their hands. The small clearing was a disadvantage for the dragon rider, and though Toothless would usually make short work of such mundane enemies, such a number would, sooner or later, manage to slip a spear or sword through the dragon's defenses.

Toothless roared angrily, and the soldiers paused.

"Up, Toothless." He commanded briskly. The Night Fury unfolded its wings, and before the soldiers could do anything else, the dragon was gone, rocketing up into the air, thankfully free of blizzards.

As he sprang from the treetops, he and Toothless levelled their flight, and Hiccup took stock of their surroundings.

"There!" He pointed out. Just over the end of the woods, another group of soldiers were huddled together.

Hiccup was just about to order Toothless to fly away from these savages, when something caught his eye. Amidst the soldiers was a woman. His vision was something he was proud of, so he was able to make her out. The fact that a woman was among the soldiers was weird in and of itself, but she seemed to be dressed in all white and ... no furs? Was she insane? No fur coat in this cold?

Hiccup himself repressed a shiver. His own furs were tragically lost in the clearing.

"Take us closer bud, there's something I wanna see."

Toothless grumbled, but complied, turning their flight for a pass above the second group.

~~H~~
​

The anticipation was finally broken, when a terrifying roar broke the silence of the mountain. Elsa did not manage to repress a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.

"What was that?" She asked, though she was perfectly aware of just what it was. Her captain looked just as uncertain as she felt, and he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Something broke out of the treetops in the distance, a black shape that kept rising and rising, until great leathery wings stretched, and it levelled out into the air. Another roar broke the silence.

"Dragon!" Her captain yelled, and her soldiers formed themselves around her for protection.

The dragon seemed to be flying away, when it suddenly changed direction, and came straight towards them, losing some altitude as it did so. Each flap of its powerful wings brought it ever closer, much faster than any of them had imagined.

"It's coming this way!" One of her soldiers yelled, fear etched into his voice and features. Elsa took in the sight of the beast, black as night, with four limbs with wicked claws, bat like wings, and teeth that glinted in the morning sun. Its furious green eyes could be seen even from this distance.
She removed her gloves, fully prepared to defend herself and her subjects.
Strangely, the dragon did not go any lower than the height of the treetops, even he had left the forest behind. It levelled again, and though it was flying towards them, Elsa doubted that it was an interception course.
"Archers!" Her captain commanded, and a third of her guards broke off from the rest of the group and rushed forward, assuming firing position and loading their arrows.

When they deemed the beast within range, the captain yelled for the archers to fire. The arrows loosed, and a rain of steel and death headed for the dragon's path.

The beast saw the danger, however, and managed at the last minute to barrel roll to the left, folding its wings on itself as it rolled and then unfolding them again as it left the path of the arrows. Elsa narrowed her eyes. As the dragon was rolling, its back was visible for a split second and she could have sworn that she'd ... seen something there. Some shape, and something glinting in the sun.

After it completed its dodge the dragon roared in outrage, and flapped its wings to gain altitude. Just as it was about to be lost into the clouds, it changed direction, and almost free fell towards the ground. It was so fast! An unholy screeching filled the air, born of what, she did not know, for the dragon's mouth was closed.

Elsa saw the dragon's trajectory, falling almost straight towards the group of archers, and realized what was about to happen a split second before it did.

Her magic leapt from her hands, at the same time as the ball of fire left the dragon's mouth. The magic formed a dome of ice, as resistant as she could make it at such short notice, around her soldiers. The dragon unfolded its wings, catching the wind, and changed direction, just as the ball of fire impacted her ice barrier.

The ground shook, and her ice barrier shattered, but the fire disintegrated and her soldiers were mostly unharmed, some shards of ice unfortunately catching them. As the dragon passed above them, she sent a stream of frost, hoping to freeze the beast whole. The incoming threat was noticed, however, and the beast evaded, her powers only catching onto the edge of its left wing.

The dragon's head zeroed in on her, and as it was turning with difficulty and struggling to stay level with its half-frozen wing, she got a good look at its back. A gasp left her throat, there was someone there! A man was riding the dragon! And those glints that she'd thought she'd seen, had been the sun shining against the harness that was around the dragon.

She rounded on her captain. "You said it was a wild dragon." She hissed at him. "Why is there a rider on it?"

The captain looked between her and the dragon, confusion etched on his face. Elsa repressed a sigh, maybe she shouldn't be too hard to him. The captain was good at his job, but thinking very hard was not his strong point.

"I don't know your highness, but it's coming this way!"

Indeed, the dragon had completed its turn and was flying back towards them. The frost on the edge of its wing had been broken, but Elsa had not seen how. Her eyes inspected everything she could, from the glints of metal that she could see to the flash of red on its tail. The rider could be seen, at least part of him. All she could see was brown, and a metallic helmet with no characteristics.

The archer group had scattered, but the dragon released another insanely fast, blue fireball towards them. She was ready though, and the ice barrier had already formed on the fire's path, stronger than the one before. In contrast to her stronger ice barrier, the fireball seemed weaker. As if ... a distraction!

She tore her eyes back to the dragon, and she saw that it had not stopped flying towards them, and was now almost directly above them. She saw, to her great horror, the rider. He was sitting up straight in the saddle, a bow in his hands, arrow notched and aimed directly at her.

A split second later the arrow was released, and all Elsa could do was throw her arms forward and release her ice magic directly in front of her, hoping it was enough to save her, her eyes closing on reflex.

When she opened them again, two seconds later, the dragon had flown past them, and there was an arrow, perfectly frozen in place, a few centimeters in front of her nose.

The realization that she had almost died to the rider's ploy flooded her, and anger welled up inside her.

"Captain." She commanded. The man, who had been following the dragon with his eyes, turned to look at her. "Take your men and head for the trees, you will be safe there."

"My Queen, we swore to protect you."

"There is nothing you can do against this foe. Go now or I will freeze you and transport you there myself. That is an order!"

The captain gulped, but her glare and direct order silenced him from saying anything else. He nodded briskly, and relayed the command to his men. They looked anxiously at their queen, but she was not looking at them. Her eyes were locked on the dragon and its rider, who were now gaining altitude, no doubt for another attack pass.

Her eyes grew as cold as the snow around her, and an aura of frost radiated from her. Ice slowly formed under feet, and a column of ice rose from the ground, carrying her higher and higher. Frost swirled around her fists as she glared at her attempted killer.

She was no longer seventeen and unable to control her powers. If the dragon rider thought he could take on the Snow Queen, he was in for a very cold surprise.

~~E~~
​

Hiccup realized what a bad idea it had been to head towards the group as soon as he saw the archers prepare to fire, even though Toothless had done nothing aggressive. In hindsight, he understood that they would not able to tell an aggressive dragon from a friendly one.

He approached the group, hoping to get a good look at the woman, and maybe even land and solve the misunderstanding. Both he and Toothless saw the group of archers at about the same time, and Hiccup ordered 'Dodge!". Toothless veered wildly to the side, rolling to present a smaller target and make his change in direction easier.

They managed to evade the volley, if barely, and Hiccup seethed. Once again, these strangers tried to kill him and Toothless. They would not get away with it. No one killed dragons needlessly in his presence. That went double for his best friend and life companion. These people had signed their own death warrants with this unprovoked attack.

"Toothless, attack vector."

The Night Fury grunted in agreement, and they gained altitude, as they had done countless times before. When Hiccup deemed their height acceptable, he urged Toothless downwards. The telltale sound of their signature move was music to Hiccup's ears, as they zeroed in on the offending group of archers. Toothless released the fireball, and immediately opened his wings to cut their drop.

Hiccup watched the fire's trajectory. He always watched the people he killed as they died, if he could. Not out of sadism, but to remind himself of the consequences of his actions. That killing was a choice, and a choice that he had chosen to make every time, and that his victims, no matter who they were, deserved at least someone to watch them die.

To his great surprise, he saw a stream of white head for the archer group, and suddenly ice sprung from the ground, intercepting the fireball before it got to them. The attack exploded, and the barrier shattered, but it had done its job. The archers had survived. Hiccup's eyes followed the stream's path to the source, and his eyes widened when he saw the white-clad woman unleash another stream of frost, aiming at them this time!

"Go right!" He urged his friend, and Toothless complied. They managed to avoid the worst of the attack, but some of it touched Toothless' wing, which immediately froze over, tearing a painful yell from the Night Fury. Dragon and rider alike glared at the woman as they passed overhead, as Toothless fought to remain in the air with his left wing half frozen.

'Sorcery!' Hiccup cursed inwardly. He hadn't seen a magic user in quite a bit, and never one who could do something like this. To Toothless, he said "Breathe on the ice." The dragon did so, and the thin sheet of ice thawed. Toothless shook his wing to clear it of the last traces of the woman's magic.

'What would have happened if we'd been fully hit by that?' Hiccup wondered, although he knew the answer. They would have completely frozen and fallen to their deaths. The woman, the sorceress, had tried to kill them too. She would have to die, as well. But she, unlike the soldiers, was an actual threat.

"Make another pass at the archers, and then immediately head for the sorceress. try to give me a clear shot." Hiccup instructed his head, and the Night Fury snorted in a distinctly positive way that Hiccup had years ago associated with the word 'yes'. He untied his bow from where it lay on the right saddlebag, and drew an arrow from the quiver next to it.

The plan worked, for the most part. Their second pass on the archers drew another barrier from the sorceress, and though they were prepared to dodge another attack aimed at themselves, it didn't come. Hiccup's aim, perfected over years of perfect synchronization with Toothless, had been spot on. The sorceress was nevertheless saved, barely managing to freeze his arrow before it hit her. Hiccup cursed as led Toothless away, clear of the woman's magic and seeking to gain altitude.

When they turned again, they saw that the soldiers had left the woman and headed for the cover of the trees. The woman herself was rising, standing atop an ever-growing ice column, visibly emitting an aura of frost. She seemed livid, seething.

Good.

"Be ready to dodge. We can't be hit again." He warned the dragon, and received an ear-slap in return, along with a grumble from the dragon. "Just checking." He pacified his friend.

They were approaching the woman now, who had risen herself above the treetops using only her ice. She watched them approach, and when she deemed them at close enough range, unleashed her powers. White streams of ice and frost headed straight for them and their intended path, too fast for most dragons to dodge.

Toothless was not most dragons.

With the elegance and ease associated only with the Night Fury itself, he weaved between the rivers of magic, not letting a single one graze him. When he had reached an acceptable shooting distance, he unleashed a fireball. It was not aimed at the sorceress herself, but rather at the column beneath her feet. The ice shattered, but she had already jumped off it. Instead of a fall to her death, she stepped lightly on another pillar of ice, created almost instantly, and kept up her assault.

As Toothless flew past the woman, too fast for her to freeze, Hiccup unleashed another arrow. She was ready for it this time, and the arrow stopped, frozen in its tracks, meters away from her.

Toothless put some distance between them, still evading the beams of ice magic that rained down around them.

"Pelt her fast!" Hiccup instructed, and when Toothless turned directions back towards the woman, he began unleashing low powered fireballs that, while relatively weak, would still deal some damage and could be fired at regular intervals. In defense, the woman created three layers of elaborate ice barriers in front of her. When the third was about to break under the Night Fury's assault, she jumped off her ice pillar. Rather, than creating another ice column to step on, she created an uneven path of ice, sliding gracefully on the slide she created in front of her and guiding her path wherever she wanted.

Hiccup saw the danger when he woman began creating an ice slide and headed directly towards them, unleashed more frost towards them, and urged Toothless to turn and put distance between them.

"We have to fight her from afar. If she hits us, we're done." He warned. Toothless let out a frustrating growl, but it was more a token resistance tha anything else. Again they weaved between the sorceress' streams of ice, but this time putting distance between them was not as easy, for she was following them up in their air, using her powers to create ice on which to step and slide on.

They dodged as best they could, and managed to not get hit.

Hiccup, who had been keeping a careful eye on their surroundings, noticed the gathering clouds and the snow rising from ground level.

"Thor almighty." He swore, as the blizzard was reborn, this time summoned by the Ice Sorceress. He glanced a look behind them, and saw a look of fierce concentration on her pale face. She was close enough for Hiccup to make out some details about her, such as her nearly white blond hair, her young and beautiful face, and the small but impressive circlet on her hair.
However, this was not the time for admiring his enemy. There would be time for that later, maybe. The snowstorm was picking up now, and their visibility was dropping. Hiccup chanced a guess that their opponent would not hindered by the storm, but Toothless' flight would be impaired. Soon, she would catch up to them, and that was not good. He needed a plan.

"Hide in the clouds, bud. She provided us with a blizzard, let's use it."

Toothless grunted his ascent, and the broke from the previous path, heading upwards towards the clouds that were spawning the snow and hail. A few seconds later, they vanished in them.

The tables had turned.

~~H~~
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Elsa cursed under her breath when she saw the infuriating dragon vanish. Her blizzard had worked so far, in that it had slowed them down and allowed her to almost catch up to them. The snow and hail had made it harder for them to dodge her attacks, but before she could nail them with something, they had changed course and headed straight for the clouds, summoned for her snowstorm. After a brief hesitation, she followed them. The snow and hail did not touch her, and the cold never bothered her, but her visibility was just as hindered as theirs must have been.

The moment she lost sight of them, she never found them again. She flew around inside the clouds, looking for the telltale shape of the dragon. A minute later, she heard the unholy screech again, and saw a faint flash on her left. She turned quickly, and sent a surge of magic from her hands, instantly creating a barrier of solid ice to block the incoming fireball. The fire smashed against her barrier, and she caught the briefest glimpse of the dragon's shape before it vanished back into the cover of the clouds.
She was forced to block again and again, as she was pelted with fire from every possible angle, and though it angered her that she so cornered, she could not help but admire the dragon's speed and agility.

In the end, she realized that her blizzard was having a negative effect, and released her magic over it. The snow fell slowly to the ground, and no more followed it. The heavy, dark clouds vanished back into the air, and the sky cleared a little bit. She could see better now, but the day was still cloudy by itself, and she had no way of completely dispersing them.

Through the remaining clouds her opponents appeared, and once again she was pelted with a barrage of fireballs before she could launch her own attack. She formed her shield again, this time aiming to redirect the attacks away from her rather than blocking them directly. It seemed to do the trick, for the fireballs blasted off of her shield but didn't explode, and her shield did not shatter like the others. She was preparing to go on the offensive, when the ice beneath her feet shattered. She realized that one of the blasts must have been aimed for her foothold, but didn't think any more on this as she plummeted from the sky.

She let out a terrified cry as she fell, trying to create ice to slide on, but she was turning too fast, and was too terrified to concentrate correctly. She aught a glimpse of the dragon, and saw the flash of the rider's bow. She had the presence of mind to swing her hands, and a stream of frost along with it, which redirected the arrow's path so that instead of running her through, it merely grazed her cheek.

She managed to bring her fear under control and control her fall, which enabled her to create ice beneath her and try to slow and redirect her fall.
It worked, for the most, and she managed to create a slide that cut enough momentum that when she crashed into the bed of snow she wasn't killed.

She picked herself off the snow, spitting it out of her mouth and wiping it out of her eyes. She was disoriented, and her stomach was weak from the fall, but she knew that she had to find the dragon, or she would soon be dead.

She rose to her feet unsteadily, and shook her head, ridding it of leftover snow. Her eyes scanned the sky to locate the dragon, as she rotated in place to look everywhere around her. The unholy screeching was her warning that the attack was incoming.

There!

Ice leapt to her hands as she spotted the dragon, flying towards her from the west at full speed, its face locked in a visage of fierce determination.
She saw the fireball that left its mouth. It was bigger than any she had seen before. But she was ready, and ice was hers to command. The ground in front of her rose at her command, forming the strongest, sturdiest barrier of ice she had yet made. The blast hit her barrier, and both exploded. She had to cover her face with her hands and turn to the side from the strength of the blast, but she didn't feel anything reach her. She had done it.

She opened her eyes again and looked beyond her wrecked barrier, catching sight of the dragon as it was flying away an turning slowly, wings extended. Something was wrong. Something was ... Where is the rider? She thought frantically. The saddle on the dragon's back was empty!

She looked around wildly, trying to locate her cunning enemy. She heard a faint whistle of air, and looked to its source, eastwards. What she saw left her dumbfounded for a second, hesitation that cost her. The rider was gliding under his own power, small leathery surfaces between his hand and torso, and he was heading directly towards her at frightening speed. He was almost upon her!

Before she had time to even raise her hands, the gliding rider reached her. He slammed into her with the force of a boulder, and they both tumbled in the snow, falling down the side of the mountain.

Elsa was not used to physical battles of any kind, and she quickly lost her bearings at the rough tumbling. She landed harshly, and the rider landed atop her. Her head throbbed painfully, and her eyes were clenched shut from disorientation and pain. She could feel the weight of her enemy settle on top of her, pinning her hands down with one of his own, holding them together.

She felt something cold touch her neck, and only then did she open her eyes. She saw the rider's frightening helmet with no characteristic besides the slits, and she felt the knife's edge on her throat. How crazy was this man? Did he free fall out of his dragon? Who does that, any of that?
"Don't move." The rider commanded harshly. His voice was deep, and muffled by the metallic helmet. She dared not move, she dared not speak, she could hardly think.

"If I feel your ice anywhere, I will slit your throat." He threatened, and his voice got even harsher, causing Elsa to flinch.

"And even if you can freeze me before I kill you, Toothless will." he noted and nudged his head to the side. Elsa saw, through her peripheral vision, that the dragon had landed near them and was watching her carefully. She did not doubt her captor's words.

"Okay?" He asked, to make certain she understood him. Elsa absently thought that his accept was quite weird, but she could understand him perfectly. She nodded imperceptibly.

She had regained her bearings, and the pain in her head had subsided. She could fully process the situation now.

"If you plan to kill me," She told him coldly. She would not give him the satisfaction of submitting. "Do so now. I will not allow myself to be taken hostage for ransom."

"Kill you?" The rider asked, incredulity in his voice. "Are you crazy, woman? You and your people tried to kill us, we don't even know you."

"You tried to kill the archers. You tried to kill me. You have me on knife point." Elsa pointed out, her courage returning.

"The archers would have killed us if we hadn't dodged. As would you. As would your soldiers in the forest. What did we do to you? Why did you attack us?"

"You ride a dragon." She pointed out, condescension in her voice as if to a small child. "Beast that lay waste to all they go through. My soldiers thought you a danger to me, and tried to protect me."

"Not another one." The rider said, frustration in his voice. The knife in her neck had draw a single drop of blood by now. The dragon snorted aggressively on the side, but the rider ignored it. "Dragons are not mindless beasts. This dragon did nothing to you, and you tried to kill him again and again without provocation. And you have the nerve to assume the moral high ground?"

No one had spoken like that to Elsa, ever. And what he said ... could he be telling the truth? Had they attacked unprovoked and thus only forced the dragon and rider to defend themselves?

"You seem like a reasonable sort, and I'd hate to kill you." The rider continued. His voice had softened from its steely edge, and Elsa found that it sounded almost ... pleasant. "So, do you promise to be good if I remove this knife from your throat?"

A heavy question. Elsa could feel the cold edge of the knife digging on her neck. What choice did she have? She was at his mercy, and he offered to spare her life.

"I will."

Immediately the weight lifted off of her, and the knife vanished from her throat. She released the breath she didn't know she was holding, and looked up. The rider had stood, towering above her. He replaced the knife in a fold of his brown leather outfit, and reached with his right hand to remove his helmet. Underneath the featureless helmet lay a mess of long, messy brown hair, a pleasant and slightly scarred face with a big nose, and a pair of vivid green eyes, peering at her guardedly. A scar was running from his left cheek to the center of his nose. His left foot was an elaborate metallic prosthetic.

His free hand was extended towards her, an offer in more ways than one.
She reached for it, and the stranger hauled her to her feet, less gently than she would have liked. She stood in front of him, taking in his appearance and trying to think of something to do or say, acutely aware of the terrifying dragon standing a few feet to her left.

In lieu of saying anything else, she opted to introduce herself.

" I am Elsa, Queen of Arendelle." She said, with as much formality as she could, extending her hand as she would to a foreign dignitary. She saw surprise in his eyes, as she expected, but then she saw mirth, which she did not. A small grin appeared on the stranger's face that completely ruined his threatening posture. He caught her hand in his gloved one and shook it strongly.

"I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Chief of the Vikings of Berk." He introduced himself. Elsa did not think of the strangeness of the name, too caught up in the consequences of his revelation. He was a leader too. They had attacked the leader of a Viking tribe. She, personally, had nearly killed the leader of a Viking tribe, and perhaps even worse, had failed at her attempt.

"And this is Toothless." he said as he released the handshake, pointing with his thumb over to the dragon. Elsa followed his gaze and shivered. The dragon looked incredibly menacing and ready to pounce, and he was definitely not toothless.

"He may seem like a really dangerous beast, but he's really just a big, soft lizard that-"

He didn't finish his sentence, because the dragon had cuffed him upside the head with the end of its tail. Hiccup rubbed the sore spot, and glared at his dragon, completely ignoring Elsa for now.

He raised his hand, and shook a gloved finger at his companion. "What have I told you about interrupting me when I talk politics, you useless reptile?" He admonished.

Elsa could not help it. She burst into laughter.

~~E~~​

 

For reasons obvious, I think this is awesome. You should continue this.

 

Rep, do the Yoda vs. Dumbledore one next. You're on a roll.

 

I was visually along for the ride the whole way. Great job.

 

That is the plan. Already have an outline.

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A cursory glance has revealed that I'm not being at all modest when I say that I've written literally the only decent HTTYD/Frozen AND HP/PR crossovers in ffnet.

Lol, I feel important.

 

One chapter shouldn't count as a full blown crossover. Two chapters though... :awesome

 

IT MUST BE DONE.

 

Harry Potter/Pacific Rim.

(Not power rangers)

 

I know, sir. I am aware of that fact. I was simply pointing out the similarity of initials.