Fergus Finlay was the boy who would be seen causing trouble around Midtown High, walking around with his pack of cards and wit to save him from trouble. However, he was in for a rude wake-up call; history was awakening, and it had set its eyes on Fe...
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"Stop touching me!" Fergus hissed, venom dripping from his words as the muscular man once again tried to pull him in for a side hug.
"Why, you are quite a hot head." the man said, ignoring Fergus' protests as he pulled him in for a hug.
"Am not." he gritted through his teeth, trying to pry his hands off him.
"You're pretty tall for a child ey?" he laughed, rubbing his knuckles over Fergus' head as he pulled him to a headlock. The nameless man shook with silent laughter, his pale eyes twinkling with intrigue as he realises Fergus was trying to wiggle out of the headlock.
With an angry growl, Fergus stumbled back, eyes blazing with fury and chest heaving as his eyes jumped between the man, Birger and Stiorra who was walking towards them, still laughing at Fergus' panic from moments earlier.
"Jörmungandr" Birger said, dark eyes lowered in show of respect.
"Greetings! I must say, I was thoroughly startled once I realized no one had deemed it important to inform me of my brother being found. But no matter, I am here now. So, can he fight yet?" the man asked, voice thick with joy.
Brother? Did he imply to Fergus?
"We were starting with the lessons just before your arrival."
"Excellent, I want to see what he can do. Go on, brother, show me the warrior you are!" he turned to Fergus again.
Why were they all so okay with this? Why weren't they doing anything, this man was moments ago an enormous dragon and now he was standing before Fergus, all too ready to hug and call him brother?
Absolutely not, Fergus had no brothers! Not anymore.
And this stranger had no right to call himself that, who did he think he was?
Birger was about to offer Fergus the wooden sword but the man stepped back, eyes darting between them as he started feeling the blood in his veins hum with anxiety.
"No. Absolutely not." the man, Jörmungandr, raised a thick eyebrow quizzically as he peered down at Fergus. Yes, he was taller, not by much, but taller nevertheless.
"And why ever not? I would, of course aid you should you need my help, little brother." his intentions seemed pure, but so did Leahs, so did Tony Starks, so did Mrs.Finleys back in the orphanage.
"Because you are a stranger and have no right to call me your brother. So fuck off." he all but spat at the surprised man, all the while backing away towards the forest slowly.
It was suffocating, the unknown. The weary eyes that now rested on his retreating form.
Jörmungandr frowned, taking a step closer but halting as a shadow flickered in the forests edge. A pair of amber eyes glared at the trio, they multiplied, eyeing at the three cautiously.
