When I tell you how excited I've been to write this chapter—

Previously:

Hiccup and Toothless finally had enough of just sitting and watching the battle without being able to help, so they took it upon themselves to join in and land a plasma blast or two. They helped because they're, y'know, good people (and dragon)... but also cause they probably won't be able to go home without the help of the Avengers— and if they die then there goes like all their chances.

They really know how to make an entrance because they dramatically saved Spider-man from a bunch of robots.

Refer to the last chapter for Peter's recollection of the recent events

Now:

I decide to stay with spider-man for a while, especially when we get surrounded on all sides by 'aliens'— as I've learnt they're called. I'm holding my shield in one hand and inferno in the other, I've discovered the aliens don't like fire so it's a great tool to push them back. Which is really good because I'm not, you know, great at arm to arm combat. I'm far more comfortable up in the saddle, co ordinating attacks from above.

"You know," I begin as I knock an alien over the head with the shield and use inferno to back another one way, "you could probably rig those webs to set on fire."
"Really?" Comes his curious and excited response from next to me as he fight off a few aliens at once— I wish I had those kind of reflexes. "I've never thought about fire! Electrocution, sure. But not fire..." he strains slightly as he throws his strength into tossing some kind of metal pole at a bunch of them—one I doubt I'd even be able to lift, let alone toss that far. "How would that even work, dude?"

"Well I don't know about here," I admit as I raise inferno at an alien and make fake jabs at it to back it away. "but back home we have Monstrous Nightmare gel, it's a mucussy saliver almost that the dragon coats itself in to be able to light on fire. We've found that if you coat it on things— like rope— you can set them on fire with a simple spark." 

"Whoa that's pretty cool. And is it thick? Or runny?"

"It's—" I slam the shield into an alien's leg and wince when it slices through, with a nasty crack coming from the creature. I try not to feel bad about it, but I'm not exactly the cold hearted warrior my dad was. "—It's kind of thick but sticky, the actual fire itself is pretty sticky as well. Sticky and hot enough to stick to stone." I explain, breathless.

"Stick to stone?! That's crazy!"

We're fighting back to back now, though he's doing a lot more actual fighting than me. I'm mainly just keeping them back and doing a few jabs with the shield. Inferno is great, but I don't like actually hitting things with it because the rods are delicate and I wouldn't exactly have the means to repair them here.

"Yeah, lots of dragons have different kinds of fire types," I exclaim brightly, always excited to share knowledge. "Astrid's dragon can melt solid rock in like two seconds. Definitely one of the most hottest fires in the dragon world."

"Wow I can't even begin to imagine how hot that would have to be! At least 1200 degrees! I'm thinking even—" he pauses, evidently fighting, "...wow we're getting outnumbered here."

"No kidding," I agree, eyeing the creature in front of me. Then I hear a familiar growl, and brighten up.

"What's that sound?" Spider man wonders. I just grin, looking around as he continues. "Was it me? I'm sorry, I haven't eaten in a while."

He's answered when Toothless pounces on top of two aliens and knocks a few others away with his tail and wings. "Hey bud!" I exclaim, knocking over an alien. He runs up to me and effortlessly sweeps the smaller alien away with his wing— and pretty sassily if I'm being honest. He greets me with a warble and looks up at the sky. "Yeah, we should get back up there." I agree, climbing into the saddle.

"Are you gonna be ok?" I ask Spider-man as I attach myself to the saddle and stirrup. He gives me a thumbs up, taking down like three aliens in a second. Yeah he'll be fine, I was probably slowing him down to be frank.

I click open the tail and we spiral up into the air, ready to fight.

For the next few minutes we provide aerial support, the plasma blasts successfully helping to destroy clumps of the enemy. If this was back home, we would definitely be firing at the buildings to bring them down on top of the aliens and robots, but we can't because there's a very real possibility that there's people inside. Besides, I don't think we would have a good impression on the 'city' if we destroyed it.

"Way to go, bud!" I whoop after a carefully aimed plasma blast takes out a dozen robots. I lean to the side and he follows my lead, twisting over to avoid some flying debris before levelling out to tackle a flying robot out of the sky. We land on top of it with a thud and Toothless stomps on it a few times for good measure. I reach down and block it's swinging spike from hitting Toothless with my shield. Once it's rendered useless we take off again, picking a new target.

This target happens to be next to Natasha and Steve. From what I remember from just before the battle—when they were all trying to contact him—i'm pretty sure he is the 'Captain America' guy. The target we choose is a flying robot. Toothless lets out a small plasma blast, knocking its flight fire things off, and it falls to the ground in front of Steve and Natasha. We swoop through, coming low enough for Toothless to scratch the robot a few times, before swinging around and going up overhead.

We fire another plasma blast, this time at two aliens trying to crawl into a building's broken window. They're... yeah, they're dead. Anyway, as we turn around to pick out another target, I suddenly notice the presence of dark clouds. Out of nowhere. Chills run up my spine. Not again.

"That's... not good." I comment. Toothless growls in agreement. We hurry to touch down close to Steve and Natasha, our eyes on the darkening sky nervously. I've never seen a storm form so quickly before today. We don't know what to expect. Aliens? Robots? Some other kind of enemy? The person who's behind this? The air is cold, the temperature dropping instantly as the air becomes crisp with wind and a bit of a drizzle. I pat Toothless, trying to ease his nerves along with mine, but you can't really blame us for being worried.

"Is it..." Steve wonders.

A thin beam of light strikes down at the ground from amongst the clouds, not just a yellow light but a rainbow one. It expands into a thick beam in the blink of an eye. My eyes widen. The striking sound is loud, like thunder. The light, however, lasts only a second and retreats— leaving the silhouette of a person amongst all the aliens and robots. The sky fades back to normal.

"What the Thor?!" I gasp.

"Exactly." Natasha responds, smirking. I give her a confused glance, but see what she means when the person steps into eyeshot. Lightning strikes down at them from the dark clouds above and runs over their figure without harming them. My eyes widen, catching sight of a red cape, glistening armour and traditional... Asgardian clothes. There's no denying it.

"Thor?! As in, THOR, THOR?!" I exclaim. Toothless looks up at me and back at Thor, as shocked as me. "I- I... I don't know what to say." I stammer. I think I'm looking directly at an actual god.

Thor comes forward, and naturally, I just stare. What my father wouldn't give to see this...

"Nice of you to show up!" Steve teases him. i tilt my head, suprised that he has the guts to tease a god.

"Well, after dealing with a few battles—ten times the size of this, by the way— I decided to pop back," He exclaims casually, "I knew you'd need my help— I am the strongest Avenger after all."

"Who told you that?" Natasha quips.

"Oh gods..." I exhale, finally finding my voice. I lift my visor, verifying that it is not, in fact, a trick of the light and that he is, in fact, Thor.

"He's not that great." I turn my head for the source of the new voice, just to see a tall person with long slick black hair standing there. "I'm the fun brother."

I give a confused look. "Broth—wait, Loki?!"

Loki smirks, tilting his head down in a greeting. As he does this movement, a golden helmet with two long horns materialises on his head, "Pleased to meet you, mortal."

And then he turns, brandishes two long daggers, and disappears into the battle. Flashes of green poke out amongst the chaos every now and then. So that's the guy the twins are obsessed over. I thought he was supposed to be Odin's brother? I guess things are different here.

"You," I turn my head so fast I'm surprised I don't get sick. Thor is standing in front of me. He points casually at me, smiling friendly. "You're... there's something about you."

"O-oh, yeah I'm, uh, we're from... we're from another universe." C'mon pull yourself together. He's just a GOD. "I'm, Chief Hiccup of the viking isle of Berk. Honoured to meet you..." The last sentence almost sounds like a question.

"Oh I see!" He exclaims and cracks a grin. "So you're a viking? So... educated about us and not the other less exciting gods."

"Yeah we even put up a statue when I was younger, had to move it cause it kept attracting lightning." I respond, remembering how hard we'd worked to build it... And then moved it to be directly in front of Mildew's place (good times). Then what he said fully registers. "Wait, what do you mean other gods?"

"I mean other than my people," Thor explains patiently. "Like Māui, Cybele, Zeus. Zeus is a moron, by the way. Just a big jerk that likes a light show. Never meet your heroes."

"Oh." I've never even heard of them.

"Wait, hang on, so the other gods are real too?" Steve asks, shocked. 

"I'm just... it's crazy." I chuckle breathlessly. "I've always thought that the only way I'd be meeting you is when I'm dead." I chuckle. "Guess I can postpone that for a while."

"Don't be so sure, we are in the middle of a battle." Natasha remarks.

"Right, right." I nod in realisation and glance around. There's a few robots and aliens heading our way. "But one more thing, Thor... sir. Where's your hammer, Mjølnir?"

"Oh! Yeah, my sister destroyed it."

"Your sister?"

"Hela. Didn't know she existed."

"I thought Hela was Loki's daughter?" I question. Wow I guess I should have paid more attention when I was taught about our gods.

"She's Odin's firstborn. Well, she was. She's dead. So is Odin, by the way."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." I say. "My father's dead too, if that helps."

Spider-man lands in front of us and brightly contributes, "My father's dead too so we have that in common!"

"...Who here has both parents alive?" Natasha questions. Awkward silence rings out. No one raises their hand.

"Right..." Steve mutters awkwardly.

"Shall we get back to..." Thor gestures to the fight. "Fighting."

Everyone agrees.

"Yeah,"

"Yes, sounds good."

"Please."

"Nice to meet you, chief Hiccup of Berk." Thor smiles at me, before charging off into battle, lighting crackling over him with every step and eventually carrying him into the air. I'm thinking we might need to return to Berk and readjust the statue.

"Well... you don't see that every day." I exhale, slumping over in shock and watching Thor disappear into the battle. Toothless chortles a laugh as we take to the sky. "Don't you laugh, you're technically his son!" I retort. Offspring of lightning, after all.

Not me flexing my dragon knowledge in this one 💀🤚

Also before you come at me, Thor isn't dumb. The dude is, for one, over a thousand years old. He's also well knowledgeable about stars and stuff. And he speaks Groot. So don't come at me lol, I hope I did a good job at portraying him right. Sure he's still the equivalent of a golden retriever but he isn't as dumb as some fanfics have portrayed him.

Anyway I've been so psyched to make the "oh my Thor?!"
"Exactly!" Joke for so long lmfao.
I was gonna have Hiccup chew Thor out for hating him as a reference to the first Httyd movie but then I figured that's not very much like him, figured he's much more likely to be in shock that's he's talking to a literal god.

Alright, so that was a fun little chapter, hope you enjoyed! See you next chapter with Peter's POV.