Worlds Collide (Drakengard x How to Train Your Dragon)

Recollection

3rd P.O.V

Shrouded in a white void, the man, Mutasim, stood in the centre of it. Searching his surroundings, he found absolutely nothing. It was like he was inside of a blank piece of fresh white parchment, waiting to be written on. 

He would've called out with his voice, but the price of forging a pact with a beast as mighty as a dragon demanded something important to him. His voice. He could no longer communicate with anyone else with his own voice. The only one who could hear his "voice" was his partner, the dragon. 

Deciding to try and find something, anything at all, Mutasim began to walk through the void. There was no floor which made the killer slightly uneasy, worrying that one wrong step would make him plummet. But it never came. Instead, as he walked, the void around him began to close in on him with the far reaches becoming shrouded in a thick blanket of darkness. 

Realising this, Mutasim began to run forward, only hastening the process. However, as he ran forward, a black gate had appeared in front of him. After Mutasim had opened the gate, the world changed entirely, shifting into a village. A village that seemed too familiar. 

The sky was dull with swarms of grey clouds shrouding the sky. There was a chilling wind that blew past the blood-soaked man, one that felt too recognisable. Walking through the village, he realised he houses were adorned with Viking elements. The houses were all made of wood, they all had Viking symbols and most of the houses had draconic designs. Mutasim knew all too well where he was. 

This was his home before he had joined the Union army. Before he found himself transported into a hellish world. This was Berk, home to a tribe of fierce Vikings. Vikings who valued strength above all else. If only they knew the monster Mutasim had turned into... 

Walking through the village, Mutasim saw many Vikings, but it seemed that none of them saw him. Taking a moment to test something, he walked to a Viking tending to some of the sheep, feeding them. He waved his hand in front of the Viking's face, but received no reaction. With his right hand, he went to grab hold of the Viking, only for his hand to phase right through the person! 

It dawned on him that this wasn't real, it was all just a vision. Fake. Shaking his head, he walked away and approached the dragon killing arena. Once he reached the arena, he found a group of kids. Kids that were about to reach their teen years. And kids who were training to kill dragons. Within the confines of the arena, there was also a boy that had black hair that started turning white. He held a sword and a small shield. It was Mutasim when he was younger, before he made the pact with his dragon. Before he became a murderer, before he was sent to Hell. 

Looking at his younger self made the genocidal maniac realise just how much he had changed in such a short time. 11, he was a innocent and beaten down child for being weaker than everyone and now at 18, he slaughtered and butchered entire armies with a smile on his face. 

Taking a closer look at his younger self as he desperately fended for himself against the oncoming Gronckle, Mutasim saw his younger self had bruises on his neck, a black eye and more than a few cuts on his arms. The memories had begun to return. He was one of the weakest Vikings Berk had and his family had no authority, making the boy even more worthless than Hiccup who was just as scrawny, if not more. Every single day and night, the boy would've suffered abuse from either his own family or the other adults. 

He grew to resent them. In fact, he'd even go as far to say that he reached his breaking point before he found himself transported into another world. For years, he had harboured murderous intent on the Vikings who harassed him. But he couldn't exact revenge. 

Remembering the hell he was put through by the majority of the Vikings from his home, Mutasim clenched his fists tightly and reached for his blade. Upon pulling it out, a Viking from behind him called him out, shouting that there was an intruder. 

Turning around, Mutasim discovered many Vikings armed with swords, axes, maces, bludgeons and more. The mob of Vikings charged at the man, but they were running to their own deaths. Holding his right hand out, Mutasim hurled giant balls of flames which burnt the attackers into piles of ash. Even the Chief of Berk, Stoick the Vast, crumbled into nothing. 

Mutasim wasted no time slaughtering the Vikings of Berk, sparing none. He murdered all of them, adults, children, men, women, old, young. It didn't matter to him. 

By the end of it, he was drenched in their blood and stood atop a mountain of bodies. There was only one Viking left alive. And for the first time, he felt hesitant. 

At the base of the mountain of corpses, stood a young girl with blonde hair tied up at the back. She had aqua blue eyes, dressed in a battle skirt and a sleeveless top, wielding an axe. Despite the fear in her eyes, she still stood her ground. The only reason Mutasim was hesitant about killing her, it was because this particular girl was the only one who seemed to try and help Mutasim improve in combat. She was the closest thing he had to a friend. Even if he was knee deep in bodies of his enemies, nothing could make him forget about her. 

Before the vision could continue, the area was surrounded once more in a burst of white light, enveloping Mutasim. 

Suddenly, a splash of water was heard, and Mutasim's eyes had shot open, making him jolt back up. Heavy breaths left his lips as he had awoken. 

Boy: Mutasim! You're okay! Thank the gods! I thought you were... 

Dragon: If this fool was dead, I would be too. 

Shaking his head, Mutasim pushed himself up to his feet, taking a look at his pact partner's injuries. He was surprised to see that they had healed. Before he could question it, the boy spoke. 

Boy: While you were out, I was able to treat the dragon's injuries. She should be better now. 

Dragon: But what world do we find ourselves in now? 

The trio looked at their surroundings, seeing that they were on a lonely island in the middle of the ocean. Dark clouds loomed over them and a familiar breeze blew past them. 

Mutasim: "I remember this wind... We're back in my world."

Dragon: Your world? Then this means that the other was lost. We should prepare for the hell that approaches. 

Boy: But... How? We barely survived the first time! 

Silence fell amongst the trio. Nobody knew how to truly combat the apocalypse. Or if it would even seep into this world. But if these three could escape into another world, who's to say that the same won't happen with the rest of the apocalypse? 

Mutasim: "Let's just fly and figure something out along the way."

Dragon: Agreed. I would rather fly than be grounded. 

Mutasim and the boy climbed onto the dragon's back, immediately taking to the skies. 

Though no matter how hard the adult tried, he couldn't get his mind off his dream, how he murdered an entire village and was faced with the one person he thought he could call a friend.