The Chaotic Revengers

Rather than returning to his family and figuring out how to avert the Apocalypse, Five stumbles onto the eastern shores of a people lost to the ages. More precisely, four harvests have passed since he fell through the headman’s roof. It happens on Samhain Eve and, when the heavens tear, he appears to the tribe as a strangely dressed elderman — youth restored — struggling to get free of a desolate land. The thinning of the veil is brief but deafening. Welcomed among the Picts as Flett, by the time Five is honoured as a Wolfwalker, he’s instrumental to the community’s survival.A prickling chill overtakes Five as salty air floods his senses. I hear seabirds. His pulse quickens, intensifying the bulging beat in his addled grey matter. He opens his eyes and jolts upright, only to be blinded by the light. Fuck. He’s on a ship. A Norsemen's ship.*Also known as Five flees his post-apocalyptic hellscape before the Commission finds him but he still can't acorn. Angst ensues. Deus ex machina saves the day. Vengeance is had. A family remains.References to mistreatment aren't explicit but chapters 9 and 11 are written from a couple of assholes' perspectives.

Like ClaraCivry (Kat_Of_Dresden), a Loki/Five/Lila crossover also wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote my own. Figuring out how a viking would describe The Handler was also an interesting exercise. Love a bit of Norse culture and mythology (sans racists & fascists).Reading the notes is not required to enjoy this fic. Also, in my headcanon, Five low-key ages into Timothée Chalamet's portrayal of Prince Hal in The King (sans the 15th century sensibilities).