When Love Gets In The Way- Fortnite - Drift x Sunstrider - *UNDER HEAVY EDITING*

Centuries Late

As he steps out into the moonlight, he knows something in wrong. His daughter is standing next to him, her blue eyes wide with  shock and amazement. She doesn't know the perils that will await her. The world is a dangerous place, and she has had no preparation. The dangers of the world was why they had fled to the ice in the first place. Fled. Them. Of all people! A family of gods, easily the most powerful individuals on the island, in hiding. His wife nudges him, looking up to the Viking boat that was peeking over the mountain.

"Our village,"she mused, "it is still there. We must go see."

She started walking to the village, which was at the very top of the mountain. It was not a long walk, but for three people who hadn't moved for centuries, the short walk became so physically demanding they had to take regular breaks.

His daughter shivers behind him, out of fear or the cold. Ragnarok wrapped his giant, rough hand around her shoulders, and together continued to marched up the mountain.

Mere minutes later, they were at the top. His wife was already waiting for them up there, a rare smile on her face.
"It has only just been revealed to the mortals," she told them triumphantly, "the spell must have worked."

Ragnarok is just as pleased. The sorcerer had kept his word. Ragnarok had told the old man to make sure that the mountain stayed invisible, untouchable while him and his family were in the ice, and to only reveal itself when they awoke. It was a demanding spell, but he had pulled it off. Interesting. Ragnarok hadn't expected him to.

Valkyrie was heading toward one of the buildings when the three of them heard loud footsteps. Her eyes widened and she whispered to her daughter;

"Hide, my child."

She obeyed immediately, ran to a nearby house on silent feet, ducking behind a bale of hay. Valkyrie snatched a torch from a nearby building, and with her touch it immediately lit. The fire's golden light casted shadows along the walls and floor of the village. The water reflected the light back up at them, dancing in the moonlight. He was not afraid. If a mortal was here to challenge him, then so be it.

He wouldn't mind having the feeling of a petty mortal life crushed between his fingers.

"Come out!" he bellowed to the darkness, " we know you're there."

A few seconds passed, and then a young lady step out from behind one of the buildings. She had a black shirt and cap, each one with a white skull on it. She had black hair too, and black camouflage trousers. She seemed very well prepared for a mortal. She was holding something red and grey, made of steel.

"I'm Survival Specialist," she snapped, and Ragnarok could hear the effort she was putting in to hide the fear in her voice, "and if you take one step toward me, I'll blast you with a headshot from my shotgun."

Ragnarok was surprised that this mortal had the guts to threaten him with her pathetic metal machine. But that changed nothing. He gave her a glare, daring her to action her threats.

She was obviously a rather stupid mortal, but maybe she could give them some idea of how the island had changed since they had retreated into the ice.

"We have no reason to hurt you, we only want some information."
The girl blinked.
"Really?"
"Of course."

That wasn't true. He planned to crush her skull in after she had given him enough information, but if mortals were still anything like they had been centuries ago, he knew that telling her that would decrease there chances of her telling them anything quite sufficiently.

"We just want to know what year it is."
"Oh... well... it's 2019. Twenty first century."

Ragnarok froze. He glanced over to Valkyrie, who was just as shocked. 2019? They were meant to wake around 1500. They were over 500 years to late.

Valkyrie refused to believe this, and she took a step closer to the idiot mortal.

"Tell the truth," she demanded, holding up her fist, which caught aflame with blue fire.
The girl was visibly shaken.
"I'm telling the truth!" she said, terrified. "It's 2019!"
Valkyrie snarled, taking a step toward her.
"For someone called Survival Specialist, you don't seem very keen on survival."

Ragnarok gently touched her shoulder.

"Valkyrie, I think she's telling the truth."
Both of them looked at him, surprised. Ragnarok nodded to the girl.
"Pass me that."
She immediately handed over the weapon. Ragnarok studied the gun, then nodded.
"You are free to go."
The girl scrambled away, practically flying off as she sprinted away as fast as her little human legs could carry her.

"2019..." Ragnarok muttered to himself. "Looks like this may be harder than we expected."