Chapter 400: Is This Love?
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[A/N: 400 CHAPTERS! GORILLA ENERGY! BIG PEPE ENERGY GOOOO!]
They had unknowingly returned nearly a thousand years in the past somehow. The Hogwarts was made just a few years ago. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were the four bosses currently.
"Um... who are you?" Ragnar stupidly asked.
"Gahaha... I am the best, the greatest, slayer of evil beasts, seducer of queens, the greatest swordsman Godric Gryffindor. Wait, aren't you students?" Godric boastfully spoke.
Magnus introduced himself, "I am Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon, this is Ragnar Grant Ulrik Oroborus. What year is it, Professor?"
Godric looked confused as hell, "Oh, it's the muggle year 970 after the birth of Jesus. And Emrys? Pendragon? WHAT?! Did they fuck and make a baby with some dark magic?"
"And you, you're from Oroborus family? Good folks, not like that slimy Salazar shit." Godric said, patting Ragnar's head. He sure had a bad mouth.
What Magnus needed to do now was to find a way to get away from here, staying in Hogwarts was a big no-no because it might create too many changes to the future school.
"RAG, hold," he shouted. Ragnar immediately grabbed his arm. Magnus apparated away, the wards of the school had not changed much no matter how long it would come to pass.
As soon as they vanished, Godric frowned, not showing an ounce of jolliness from before, "This is strange, nobody can apparate out of here, and their uniform... too strange..."
...
*POP*
Magnus and Ragnar arrived in London, or what existed of it. As they appeared on some sort of hill, Ragnar scowled, "Where are we?"
"Welcome to the London of 900 AD, it is called Lundenburg and Alfred the Great is the King of West Saxons, Arthur is probably the grand king of all of England, Scotland, Wales and maybe some part of Ireland," Magnus told him the history.
"What should we do now? Do you know how to return to our time?" Ragnar asked him, his stomach making rumbling sounds. When they arrived there they were about to head to lunch.
Shaking his head, Magnus sighed, "No, Time Tuner works in a way that the user must return to the same position he used the instrument at the right time. We can not do that, waiting for a thousand years is impossible. So our only option is to find Merlin, WAIT!"
He quickly tried to talk to the Merlin in his locket. ~Merlin, are you still there?~
However, there was nobody, no voice returned, "It seems... our only option is to find him. Let's go into the city and ask around, Arthur is a famous man, people should know where he is."
"We can't go there like this, our dress speaks wizards, they will try to burn us on a stake," Ragnar said.
Agreeing, Magnus transfigured their clothes to look like nobles of this era. "Take out your swords, this will keep some troublemakers away from us, and do not mess around,"
"Hey, I never mess around," Ragnar blurted.
"We do not want to make any changes to the world. The butterfly effect can be too strong even if we make a small change." He warned him and headed out.
They looked like strong tall blonde brothers anyway, their skin was clean and not dirty like most commoners of this time, even the patrolling guards didn't bother to mess with them.
The London of this time was dirty, broken and smelly, the people lived the worst life possible, considering that not even the first phase of industrialisation had started, this was to be expected. Europe had not yet found the best route for the Eastern nations to colonise and were yet busy fighting among themselves. In particular, England was being raided by the Vikings at the time.
"You know, I feel like the world is more beautiful right now. Less steel, less artificial construction. Let's head out and see the wilderness of this nation, it's gotta be pretty." Ragnar suggested to him.
"We will eventually have to go o..."
Suddenly a loud shout came, "Stand ho thee, pagans!"
Magnus turned around, it was a man followed by a dozen guards clad in armour and holding spears. The man in the lead looked rich like a noble, as he had some gold on him. They pointed their spears at the two, "Who is't art thee? which clan?"
Ragnar looked down on them, the average height of this era was much lower than in the future due to worse nutrition, Magnus and Ragnar were more than six feet tall, much more than most other men in the world at this time. "What the fuck are you saying? We're Christians."
"What language doth thee speaketh?" the man asked them.
Magnus sighed and waved his hand, all guards stood back, "Ugh... we speak different English. Fine, I'm gonna mind fuck this snob."
He used Legilimency to enter his mind and read everything, the man turned out to be the son of the governor of Lundenburg. A narcissistic young master with a love for both men and women. He found him and Ragnar to be good looking and that's why he approached them. He didn't have very good intentions, just to be clear.
Magnus did not need all this information, rather he looked for any mention of Arthur, and he did find one, it said that Arthur was staying in a castle in Wales, it was called Camelot. Currently, England was being invaded by Vikings and they called them Pagans, that's why security was high and Arthur had decided to make a deal with all the Viking clans to instead peacefully settle down, though it was being opposed by smaller regional kings.
Done with him, he obliviated the man of the memory of meeting him.
"Let's go, Rag, we're headed to Wales, good thing I got my small pouch." They left the city and went to the wilderness outside. Then Magnus took out two brooms and they flew away.
...
The landscape of this era was too beautiful, all the wilderness, even the small villages, towns and monasteries made everything look beautiful and in synergy with the surrounding. The animals roamed freely all around, men and women walked on roads less travelled, some getting eaten by wild animals.
"Ah... the air... so fresh." Ragnar sniffed strongly.
Magnus agreed, "Yup, refreshing indeed. This is the kind of atmosphere we should strive to create in the future."
*PAAAAA...*
Out of nowhere, a loud trumpet sounded, it was a literal horn, made of some animal's horns. They looked down, it was a large monastery being raided by Vikings.
Ragnar felt his blood rage, "Man, I wanna go down there and join in on the fun. But... what if we end up killing some important guy?"
"We can surely look though," Magnus said, also interested in seeing how the Vikings of this time live.
They got off their brooms and put them away, took out their swords and walked straight towards the direction most sounds were coming. Loud grunts and screams resounded in the small village around the Monastery.
Blood was all around, like a fest of hounds. Swords were not clashing with other swords but instead the bones of the villagers and monks. Magnus and Ragnar could not do anything and nor did they care, they felt too disconnected from the people here.
And since they were tall blonde strong men, they somewhat looked like Vikings, so nobody attacked them either.
"I wonder who is leading them," Ragnar pondered.
"Must be a vicious Jarl. Look at their shields, they are from some bird clan, I'd say raven clan," Magnus noted the artwork.
However, when he looked at his side, Ragnar was not there, "FUCK!" he ran around to look for him, and soon found him near the monastery gates. Ragnar stood there stupidly, his face had a wide grin and his eyes shined. Magnus knew clearly what this expression meant and he felt worried.
He looked towards the direction, and there he saw, a tall strong woman Viking with red braided hair, light green eyes surrounded by some red paint, spots of blood and some sort of ornament was on her head, a deadly beauty for sure. She wore light armour and had a fur cape. In her one hand was an axe and in the other...
"Ah... Magnus, remember I told you once, I will only fall in love with the woman who makes me hard, you won't believe it but... MY COCK IS AS HARD AS ROCK... right now... I-I'm in love... brother," Ragnar dreamily spoke, slowly heading towards the woman.
Magnus quickly grabbed his collar, "What the feck, Rag, look at her, she just beheaded a man, the head is still in her hand."
"So strong... so beautiful... that body... that waist... that chest... ah! my LOVE!" Ragnar didn't budge and continued. Just then, the woman's eyes fell on the two, she studied them with a suspicious gaze first, then threw away the head and lifted her axe. "ODIN IS WITH US!" she howled, prompting all the other Vikings to do the same. It was clear she was the big boss.
As expected, she sped towards them. "Fuck," Magnus unsheathed his Hope and Despair swords.
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[A/N: 400 CHAPTERS! GORILLA ENERGY! BIG PEPE ENERGY GOOOO!]
They had unknowingly returned nearly a thousand years in the past somehow. The Hogwarts was made just a few years ago. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were the four bosses currently.
"Um... who are you?" Ragnar stupidly asked.
"Gahaha... I am the best, the greatest, slayer of evil beasts, seducer of queens, the greatest swordsman Godric Gryffindor. Wait, aren't you students?" Godric boastfully spoke.
Magnus introduced himself, "I am Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon, this is Ragnar Grant Ulrik Oroborus. What year is it, Professor?"
Godric looked confused as hell, "Oh, it's the muggle year 970 after the birth of Jesus. And Emrys? Pendragon? WHAT?! Did they fuck and make a baby with some dark magic?"
"And you, you're from Oroborus family? Good folks, not like that slimy Salazar shit." Godric said, patting Ragnar's head. He sure had a bad mouth.
What Magnus needed to do now was to find a way to get away from here, staying in Hogwarts was a big no-no because it might create too many changes to the future school.
"RAG, hold," he shouted. Ragnar immediately grabbed his arm. Magnus apparated away, the wards of the school had not changed much no matter how long it would come to pass.
As soon as they vanished, Godric frowned, not showing an ounce of jolliness from before, "This is strange, nobody can apparate out of here, and their uniform... too strange..."
...
*POP*
Magnus and Ragnar arrived in London, or what existed of it. As they appeared on some sort of hill, Ragnar scowled, "Where are we?"
"Welcome to the London of 900 AD, it is called Lundenburg and Alfred the Great is the King of West Saxons, Arthur is probably the grand king of all of England, Scotland, Wales and maybe some part of Ireland," Magnus told him the history.
"What should we do now? Do you know how to return to our time?" Ragnar asked him, his stomach making rumbling sounds. When they arrived there they were about to head to lunch.
Shaking his head, Magnus sighed, "No, Time Tuner works in a way that the user must return to the same position he used the instrument at the right time. We can not do that, waiting for a thousand years is impossible. So our only option is to find Merlin, WAIT!"
He quickly tried to talk to the Merlin in his locket. ~Merlin, are you still there?~
However, there was nobody, no voice returned, "It seems... our only option is to find him. Let's go into the city and ask around, Arthur is a famous man, people should know where he is."
"We can't go there like this, our dress speaks wizards, they will try to burn us on a stake," Ragnar said.
Agreeing, Magnus transfigured their clothes to look like nobles of this era. "Take out your swords, this will keep some troublemakers away from us, and do not mess around,"
"Hey, I never mess around," Ragnar blurted.
"We do not want to make any changes to the world. The butterfly effect can be too strong even if we make a small change." He warned him and headed out.
They looked like strong tall blonde brothers anyway, their skin was clean and not dirty like most commoners of this time, even the patrolling guards didn't bother to mess with them.
The London of this time was dirty, broken and smelly, the people lived the worst life possible, considering that not even the first phase of industrialisation had started, this was to be expected. Europe had not yet found the best route for the Eastern nations to colonise and were yet busy fighting among themselves. In particular, England was being raided by the Vikings at the time.
"You know, I feel like the world is more beautiful right now. Less steel, less artificial construction. Let's head out and see the wilderness of this nation, it's gotta be pretty." Ragnar suggested to him.
"We will eventually have to go o..."
Suddenly a loud shout came, "Stand ho thee, pagans!"
Magnus turned around, it was a man followed by a dozen guards clad in armour and holding spears. The man in the lead looked rich like a noble, as he had some gold on him. They pointed their spears at the two, "Who is't art thee? which clan?"
Ragnar looked down on them, the average height of this era was much lower than in the future due to worse nutrition, Magnus and Ragnar were more than six feet tall, much more than most other men in the world at this time. "What the fuck are you saying? We're Christians."
"What language doth thee speaketh?" the man asked them.
Magnus sighed and waved his hand, all guards stood back, "Ugh... we speak different English. Fine, I'm gonna mind fuck this snob."
He used Legilimency to enter his mind and read everything, the man turned out to be the son of the governor of Lundenburg. A narcissistic young master with a love for both men and women. He found him and Ragnar to be good looking and that's why he approached them. He didn't have very good intentions, just to be clear.
Magnus did not need all this information, rather he looked for any mention of Arthur, and he did find one, it said that Arthur was staying in a castle in Wales, it was called Camelot. Currently, England was being invaded by Vikings and they called them Pagans, that's why security was high and Arthur had decided to make a deal with all the Viking clans to instead peacefully settle down, though it was being opposed by smaller regional kings.
Done with him, he obliviated the man of the memory of meeting him.
"Let's go, Rag, we're headed to Wales, good thing I got my small pouch." They left the city and went to the wilderness outside. Then Magnus took out two brooms and they flew away.
...
The landscape of this era was too beautiful, all the wilderness, even the small villages, towns and monasteries made everything look beautiful and in synergy with the surrounding. The animals roamed freely all around, men and women walked on roads less travelled, some getting eaten by wild animals.
"Ah... the air... so fresh." Ragnar sniffed strongly.
Magnus agreed, "Yup, refreshing indeed. This is the kind of atmosphere we should strive to create in the future."
*PAAAAA...*
Out of nowhere, a loud trumpet sounded, it was a literal horn, made of some animal's horns. They looked down, it was a large monastery being raided by Vikings.
Ragnar felt his blood rage, "Man, I wanna go down there and join in on the fun. But... what if we end up killing some important guy?"
"We can surely look though," Magnus said, also interested in seeing how the Vikings of this time live.
They got off their brooms and put them away, took out their swords and walked straight towards the direction most sounds were coming. Loud grunts and screams resounded in the small village around the Monastery.
Blood was all around, like a fest of hounds. Swords were not clashing with other swords but instead the bones of the villagers and monks. Magnus and Ragnar could not do anything and nor did they care, they felt too disconnected from the people here.
And since they were tall blonde strong men, they somewhat looked like Vikings, so nobody attacked them either.
"I wonder who is leading them," Ragnar pondered.
"Must be a vicious Jarl. Look at their shields, they are from some bird clan, I'd say raven clan," Magnus noted the artwork.
However, when he looked at his side, Ragnar was not there, "FUCK!" he ran around to look for him, and soon found him near the monastery gates. Ragnar stood there stupidly, his face had a wide grin and his eyes shined. Magnus knew clearly what this expression meant and he felt worried.
He looked towards the direction, and there he saw, a tall strong woman Viking with red braided hair, light green eyes surrounded by some red paint, spots of blood and some sort of ornament was on her head, a deadly beauty for sure. She wore light armour and had a fur cape. In her one hand was an axe and in the other...
"Ah... Magnus, remember I told you once, I will only fall in love with the woman who makes me hard, you won't believe it but... MY COCK IS AS HARD AS ROCK... right now... I-I'm in love... brother," Ragnar dreamily spoke, slowly heading towards the woman.
Magnus quickly grabbed his collar, "What the feck, Rag, look at her, she just beheaded a man, the head is still in her hand."
"So strong... so beautiful... that body... that waist... that chest... ah! my LOVE!" Ragnar didn't budge and continued. Just then, the woman's eyes fell on the two, she studied them with a suspicious gaze first, then threw away the head and lifted her axe. "ODIN IS WITH US!" she howled, prompting all the other Vikings to do the same. It was clear she was the big boss.
As expected, she sped towards them. "Fuck," Magnus unsheathed his Hope and Despair swords.
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LEMME SUCK YOUR STONES!
Pump it up the ranks, mate.
__________
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Special thanks to *DougErNuts* *Oluwatimileyin Olayemi* *BirdRant* *Franklin Walley* *Brennan Tubbs*
A/N: 400 CHAPTERS! GORILLA ENERGY! BIG PEPE ENERGY GOOOO!They had unknowingly returned nearly a thousand years in the past somehow. The Hogwarts was made just a few years ago. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were the four bosses currently."Um... who are you?" Ragnar stupidly asked."Gahaha... I am the best, the greatest, slayer of evil beasts, seducer of queens, the greatest swordsman Godric Gryffindor. Wait, aren't you students?" Godric boastfully spoke.Magnus introduced himself, "I am Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon, this is Ragnar Grant Ulrik Oroborus. What year is it, Professor?"Godric looked confused as hell, "Oh, it's the muggle year 970 after the birth of Jesus. And Emrys? Pendragon? WHAT?! Did they fuck and make a baby with some dark magic?""And you, you're from Oroborus family? Good folks, not like that slimy Salazar shit." Godric said, patting Ragnar's head. He sure had a bad mouth.What Magnus needed to do now was to find a way to get away from here, staying in Hogwarts was a big no-no because it might create too many changes to the future school."RAG, hold," he shouted. Ragnar immediately grabbed his arm. Magnus apparated away, the wards of the school had not changed much no matter how long it would come to pass.As soon as they vanished, Godric frowned, not showing an ounce of jolliness from before, "This is strange, nobody can apparate out of here, and their uniform... too strange..."...*POP*Magnus and Ragnar arrived in London, or what existed of it. As they appeared on some sort of hill, Ragnar scowled, "Where are we?""Welcome to the London of 900 AD, it is called Lundenburg and Alfred the Great is the King of West Saxons, Arthur is probably the grand king of all of England, Scotland, Wales and maybe some part of Ireland," Magnus told him the history."What should we do now? Do you know how to return to our time?" Ragnar asked him, his stomach making rumbling sounds. When they arrived there they were about to head to lunch.Shaking his head, Magnus sighed, "No, Time Tuner works in a way that the user must return to the same position he used the instrument at the right time. We can not do that, waiting for a thousand years is impossible. So our only option is to find Merlin, WAIT!"He quickly tried to talk to the Merlin in his locket. ~Merlin, are you still there?~However, there was nobody, no voice returned, "It seems... our only option is to find him. Let's go into the city and ask around, Arthur is a famous man, people should know where he is.""We can't go there like this, our dress speaks wizards, they will try to burn us on a stake," Ragnar said.Agreeing, Magnus transfigured their clothes to look like nobles of this era. "Take out your swords, this will keep some troublemakers away from us, and do not mess around,""Hey, I never mess around," Ragnar blurted."We do not want to make any changes to the world. The butterfly effect can be too strong even if we make a small change." He warned him and headed out.They looked like strong tall blonde brothers anyway, their skin was clean and not dirty like most commoners of this time, even the patrolling guards didn't bother to mess with them.The London of this time was dirty, broken and smelly, the people lived the worst life possible, considering that not even the first phase of industrialisation had started, this was to be expected. Europe had not yet found the best route for the Eastern nations to colonise and were yet busy fighting among themselves. In particular, England was being raided by the Vikings at the time."You know, I feel like the world is more beautiful right now. Less steel, less artificial construction. Let's head out and see the wilderness of this nation, it's gotta be pretty." Ragnar suggested to him."We will eventually have to go o..."Suddenly a loud shout came, "Stand ho thee, pagans!"Magnus turned around, it was a man followed by a dozen guards clad in armour and holding spears. The man in the lead looked rich like a noble, as he had some gold on him. They pointed their spears at the two, "Who is't art thee? which clan?"Ragnar looked down on them, the average height of this era was much lower than in the future due to worse nutrition, Magnus and Ragnar were more than six feet tall, much more than most other men in the world at this time. "What the fuck are you saying? We're Christians.""What language doth thee speaketh?" the man asked them.Magnus sighed and waved his hand, all guards stood back, "Ugh... we speak different English. Fine, I'm gonna mind fuck this snob."He used Legilimency to enter his mind and read everything, the man turned out to be the son of the governor of Lundenburg. A narcissistic young master with a love for both men and women. He found him and Ragnar to be good looking and that's why he approached them. He didn't have very good intentions, just to be clear.Magnus did not need all this information, rather he looked for any mention of Arthur, and he did find one, it said that Arthur was staying in a castle in Wales, it was called Camelot. Currently, England was being invaded by Vikings and they called them Pagans, that's why security was high and Arthur had decided to make a deal with all the Viking clans to instead peacefully settle down, though it was being opposed by smaller regional kings.Done with him, he obliviated the man of the memory of meeting him."Let's go, Rag, we're headed to Wales, good thing I got my small pouch." They left the city and went to the wilderness outside. Then Magnus took out two brooms and they flew away....The landscape of this era was too beautiful, all the wilderness, even the small villages, towns and monasteries made everything look beautiful and in synergy with the surrounding. The animals roamed freely all around, men and women walked on roads less travelled, some getting eaten by wild animals."Ah... the air... so fresh." Ragnar sniffed strongly.Magnus agreed, "Yup, refreshing indeed. This is the kind of atmosphere we should strive to create in the future."*PAAAAA...*Out of nowhere, a loud trumpet sounded, it was a literal horn, made of some animal's horns. They looked down, it was a large monastery being raided by Vikings.Ragnar felt his blood rage, "Man, I wanna go down there and join in on the fun. But... what if we end up killing some important guy?""We can surely look though," Magnus said, also interested in seeing how the Vikings of this time live.They got off their brooms and put them away, took out their swords and walked straight towards the direction most sounds were coming. Loud grunts and screams resounded in the small village around the Monastery.Blood was all around, like a fest of hounds. Swords were not clashing with other swords but instead the bones of the villagers and monks. Magnus and Ragnar could not do anything and nor did they care, they felt too disconnected from the people here.And since they were tall blonde strong men, they somewhat looked like Vikings, so nobody attacked them either."I wonder who is leading them," Ragnar pondered."Must be a vicious Jarl. Look at their shields, they are from some bird clan, I'd say raven clan," Magnus noted the artwork.However, when he looked at his side, Ragnar was not there, "FUCK!" he ran around to look for him, and soon found him near the monastery gates. Ragnar stood there stupidly, his face had a wide grin and his eyes shined. Magnus knew clearly what this expression meant and he felt worried.He looked towards the direction, and there he saw, a tall strong woman Viking with red braided hair, light green eyes surrounded by some red paint, spots of blood and some sort of ornament was on her head, a deadly beauty for sure. She wore light armour and had a fur cape. In her one hand was an axe and in the other..."Ah... Magnus, remember I told you once, I will only fall in love with the woman who makes me hard, you won't believe it but... MY COCK IS AS HARD AS ROCK... right now... I-I'm in love... brother," Ragnar dreamily spoke, slowly heading towards the woman.Magnus quickly grabbed his collar, "What the feck, Rag, look at her, she just beheaded a man, the head is still in her hand.""So strong... so beautiful... that body... that waist... that chest... ah! my LOVE!" Ragnar didn't budge and continued. Just then, the woman's eyes fell on the two, she studied them with a suspicious gaze first, then threw away the head and lifted her axe. "ODIN IS WITH US!" she howled, prompting all the other Vikings to do the same. It was clear she was the big boss.As expected, she sped towards them. "Fuck," Magnus unsheathed his Hope and Despair swords.You can see London and the Viking woman on Discord - https://discord.gg/DgHkrAn OR see them on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mister_immortal_novelLEMME SUCK YOUR STONES!Pump it up the ranks, mate.__________You can read 20 Advanced chapters and Marvel fic at -patreon.com/misterimmortal.Special thanks to *DougErNuts* *Oluwatimileyin Olayemi* *BirdRant* *Franklin Walley* *Brennan Tubbs*
