[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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The female Viking came running to attack them, her axe sharp and pointed towards them. Ragnar was mesmerised by her beauty and Magnus was trying to pull him back, there was no fear of life for them as they were basically superhumans at this point.
"Look at her, Mag, the way she runs, the way her hips move...ah... what a beauty," Ragnar muttered dreamily.
Magnus facepalmed himself, "Stop being horny, Rag. We're not even supposed to be here and you want to fall in love?"
"Everything happens for a reason, brother, the fact we're even here is proof enough. Come, my lady, plunge into my arms so I can share my warmth with you," Ragnar opened his arms wide.
She didn't stop and directly jumped on him, Ragnar kept his arms wide but didn't allow to get cut by the axe, instead, he manoeuvred his arms and easily knocked the axe out of her hands, what remained was her waist in his one arm and her other hand caught by him.
Magnus just stepped back and sat down on the side, the monastery folks felt an ounce of hope, but Magnus just scowls, "Don't look at me, I ain't here to save you,"
Ragnar was in the middle of flirting, he caressed her face with his fingers, "Those fierce eyes of a tigress, I feel like drowning in them, my lady. That meaty waist, I want to hold it and pull you in..."
"Haaaaa...." She was a warrior, like hell she would go down so easily, she took out a dagger from somewhere hidden and tried to stab him, Ragnar easily parry her and tapped on her nose, "So cute,"
This annoyed the woman much more, as each touch meant she lost. Ragnar could have killed her multiple times boy now, so she annoyedly asked, "Who are you?"
He smiled, "Just a traveller, may I know your name, beautiful lady?"
Magnus on the side took out an expansion pouch and some food. A few Vikings also joined him as they finished killing and looting, without talking Magnus gave them nice chilled beer bottles to drink. "Is she you Jarl?"
The men nodded, "Yes, and the fiercest one in the land. Her father was one of the most legendary Vikings, Eivor Varinsdottir, also known as the Wolf-Kissed. She took over after he died."
"Hmm, it must have been hard to fill her father's shoes," Magnus muttered.
"Which clan are you two from? I know no warriors as tall and fierce as you two among the wretched Saxons." They asked him.
"I am Magnus Grant Emrys Pendragon," he revealed.
The Viking men seemed to be taken aback and gasped, "Y-You... are you related to the Sage King Arthur?"
"I am related to Arthur and Merlin," Magnus replied, showing them a dot of light in his hand made of magic. He wanted to see what reaction they would have towards magic.
Surprisingly, they were full of reverence, "A gifted one? Amazing, we never see you people outside of the castles."
At the same time, near them, Ragnar was getting the woman's name, while she was pinned in his arms after a good fight, "Tell me your name and I will tell you mine,"
"I am Freya Varinsdottir, Jarl of the Raven clan," she annoyedly spoke.
He slowly let her go, "Ah, your name means "lady" perfect for someone as fierce and beautiful as you. I am Ragnar Grant Ulrik Oroborus,"
As soon as she heard this, her face changed completely and she stared at him, "Oroborus?"
"Ummm... yes, what? You've heard of this name?" Ragnar inquired.
She nodded and looked around, her people were safe and eating with Magnus. "Let's go to my camp, we will talk there,"
Ragnar smugly smiled, "Sure, lead the way," he followed her behind, appreciating her with his eyes.
After a short boat ride, they arrived at a big riverside camp. It was decently big with all kinds of small industries there. The biggest longhouse was Freya's and her close commanders. Inside, they had a small feast while sitting around the fire. Ragnar drank merrily and sang some tone-deaf songs about love. Magnus made sure to watch it carefully so he can make copies of this memory later.
Magnus didn't give a shit anymore, he decided to just obliviate all of them once they were gone. However, he too was interested in knowing what this female Jarl knew about the Oroborus family.
But, when she came out after changing her clothes, all the looks of her being a fierce warrior were gone, they were exchanged with a charm of absolute beauty. Her hair was tied better, there was no armour or facepaint anymore either. Just raw untamed beauty. Of course, Ragnar loved this even more.
They were invited to eat with her beside a bonfire. Ragnar happily sat close to her, "So, you gonna tell me why you changed after hearing my name?"
"You don't know anything about the Oroborus family?" She asked him again.
Ragnar shook his head, "Nope, I mean, I know we're pretty old but not the details about it."
She informed him then, "Oroborus clan was a royal wizarding clan that was revered by all of Viking clans in Norway, they decided to not move with the Viking raiders to England but did send a small contingent to help those going, by providing medical aids, but later due to some treachery, the Oroborus clan which only had about 10 members was eradicated in Norway.
"It was a great loss for all of Norway and we all mourned for it. But, the 4 Oroboruse sent to England decided to join the English Wizarding society after that, becoming a household name in potioneering. They now work at Camelot with Sage King Arthur and Wizard Merlin."
Magnus and Ragnar were amazed by this story, however, if they wanted to know more they would have to go to Camelot. "Why are wizards so revered in Norway?" Magnus inquired.
She answered truthfully, "Wizards have major respect in Pagan religion, especially the seers and potioneers. But most wizards die at a small age so those that are left are the most valuable assets in any clan. Christians are fools for hurting the gifted ones,"
Ragnar laughed, who knew the accident would lead to all this, "Freya, thank you for telling me all this. I am a renowned potioneer as well, but Magnus and I had left for the land across the giant ocean long ago, we just returned,"
It was a lie but more believable. She was amazed, "To the west? A few of our brethren went there as well, no one knows if they were able to reach,"
"They were, vast lands exist there, Freya, bigger than you can imagine, there are two landmasses, a giant one in the North and another in the south, both connected by a small thin landmass. Many indigenous tribes live there in jungles and mostly live naked." Ragnar told her about the ancient Americas, this did impress her as her interest was piqued.
She suddenly asked in a haughty manner, "How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen and a half," Ragnar replied.
Without any reservation, she grabbed his face and kissed his lips passionately, "Hmm, so young and so strong, you will do. Everyone, retreat to your dwellings, we have a big raid tomorrow,"
She took Ragnar along to her bed chambers. Magnus laughed, his brother got lucky today it seemed. But seeing him getting the actions, he frowned, ~Dammit, I miss Emma, I should always keep her beside me so we can end up on adventures together.~
Poor Magnus had to sleep alone in a bed-chamber. Though a few women were interested in him and wanted to have some fun, he denied, Emma was the only love of his life.
"AH! AH! YEES!..."
That entire night, Ragnar and Freya's voices resounded inside the longhouse, it was mostly Freya moaning loudly as she got her brains messed out. For 6 hours straight the noises came, then finally she calmed down and probably fell asleep. Ragnar, however, was still full of energy and found Magnus in the morning.
"Brother, when you find Camelot, come and get me via apparition. I'm gonna stay here and explore her a bit more." He cheekily said.
"Be careful, Rag, don't get addicted to the forbidden fruit. Enjoy her while you can, we can't take her to the future later." Magnis spoke in a warning tone.
*PAT PAT*
Ragnar laughed, "I know bother, haha. Now, I gotta go back and wake her up, it's time she gets some morning exercise,"
And there he went, leaving Magnus to reach Camelot on his own. Soon after, noises started to resound in the longhouse again. *Sigh* ~I hope this does not last long,~
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