Title: The devil went down to Berk
AN: This is for a oneshot challenge with LadikThrawn
Prompt:You walk into a dark room with strange markings on the ground. You think someone tried to paint something until you accidentally cut yourself and spill your blood onto those markings and they start glowing. You slowly start to lose consciousness, but not before seeing a tall jet black person standing before you saying "You have freed me. Thus I will be forever in your debt." You woke up with a strange mark on your hand. 'What did I get myself into.' You think-
Conditions: Minimum 5000 words
Pairings: Astrid/Eret and Astrid/Hiccup
"Eret?" Astrid called as she entered the dark apartment. "Eret? Where in the world are you?" she called out again as she tried to find a light switch in the dark. Why the apartment was so dark could be anyone's guess. "I swear if you called me here just to stand me up again......" Astrid stopped when she walked a little further into the very dark apartment and her foot hit something on the floor. Even the curtains were drawn so it was hard for her to see what clattered on the wooden floors. She squinted to see what she had knocked over while searching in her bag for her phone so that she'd at least have some light.
Astrid could make out some strange markings on the floor and wondered if Eret drew those. She smiled as she finally felt her phone in the clutter that was her handbag but winced when she pricked her finger on her knitting needles. "Aaah!" Astrid sucked her bleeding finger into her mouth but didn't notice that a droplet of blood had landed on the weird symbols on the floor. She let out a gasp as the floor suddenly started glowing. Well, the strange markings she noticed had started glowing and with the light they were emanating she was able to see that she had kicked over an iron candle holder with a thick black candle in it. 'Where does one even find black candles?' she mused not fully comprehending what was happening. For all she knew this was just some elaborate hoax by her soon-to-be ex-husband to make her seem crazy. It wouldn't be the first time either.
The air in the apartment became thick and Astrid swore she could smell something like sulfur in the air. She was getting a bit dizzy and didn't immediately notice the thick mist that was settling over the floor. Astrid had to cover her eyes with her arm as the glow got brighter and brighter. She was swaying when the light finally dissipated. Astrid opened her mouth but no words came out as she gawked at the black-winged figure that had appeared in the middle of the apartment. Suddenly the full dizziness took over and her head was spinning. She pitched forward only to be caught by the strong arms of the mysterious figure. "You have freed me," she could faintly hear the person speaking. "So I will be forever in your debt." That was the last thing she remembered before finally succumbing to the darkness.
When Astrid finally woke up she found herself tucked in neatly in her bed. She frowned and wondered if the whole thing had been an odd dream but then she noticed the weird mark on the back of her hand. It was shaped like a curling dragon and completely jet black. "What in th-" Astrid didn't remember getting another tattoo and this wouldn't have been the spot she would have put it either. It was all so strange but Astrid stopped thinking about that when she noticed the clock on her nightstand read 14:30. "Ah Thor, I'm gonna be late!" She shouted before sprinting out of bed.
Astrid was glad that she was already dressed. She quickly grabbed her car keys from the bowl on her dresser, her phone, and her purse before stepping into her small living room. She was intent to be there on time but a strange person on her couch stopped her in her tracks.
"Hi Astrid!" The boy, auburn-haired and with a lankiness that resembled a fishbone, waved at her cheerfully from her couch where he was leaving through one of her Cosmopolitan magazines.
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The devil went down to Berk (HTTYD)
FanfictionAstrid is in a spot of trouble when she accidentally summons a demon, or maybe it's no trouble at all.