[Talking in Norse]

[Talking regular]

Author's note: Okay, so I wanted to say this before anybody else tries to point this out. I know they have Japanese names, so let's just pretend their names are traditional Viking ones.

It was just like any other ordinary winter morning. The crows were crooning. The cows were mooing, a gigantic fiery blaze of what once was a thriving village was scorching. Yep, just another ordinary winter morning.

It was the earsplitting wails cloak beneath a thick eastern fog that had woken both cousins Naruto and Gaara from their slumber.

Following shortly after was a thunderous sound originating from the village; like the ground itself was splitting in two, as the thumps of many hooves echoed from afar.

Tentatively, both juveniles roused from their hay bedding.

Among all that chaos came the overwhelming scent of burning wood, hay, and carnage which was masquerading itself as a harmless black cloud that smothered their tiny village entirely. If it weren't for the snap of twigs both cousins would have remained rooted in place. However, at that moment Gaara had dipped his head back into the hay heap. Naruto following shortly after.

Someone was placed on the outside of their hut, and for a moment there had been a paused before the fragile door that once shielded them was swiftly kicked inward.

They watch through gaps in the hay as a robust beanstalk of a Viking with waist long jet-black hair clad in dense wool, fur, and chain-mail, lingered outside their tiny doorway for what seemed like minutes.

"C'mon Neji there's nothing in here for us to even salvage but spiders and dust," Another Vikings profound voice called from behind the Scandinavian.

"Aye, but we still need to set fire to the place," Neji said this as he swatted a long cobweb from his face.

The Viking had crossed the threshold of the hut before abruptly pausing, though the movement was slight Neji keen gaze had noticed. His watched as hay heap shifted again.

Cautiously, Neji had withdrawn his sword from its sheath, while shifting his feet across the floor.

"What is the issue-" the other Scandinavian appeared by the doorway one chocolate brow cocked.

Neji quickly hushed him. In addition, he aimed his sword at the stack fully inclined to penetrate through the musty mound, but something had made him rethink his butchery. Instead, he lowered his weapon before veering it back in its sheath.

Without warning Neji drove his arms into the mound as if he was catching trout back home; However, what he fished out were two humans and not two trout.

"Neji, what the hell did I tell you about picking up strays," with that the other Viking had barked with laughter.

"Now is not the right time Kiba," Neji had spoken calmly to his kin.

"Damn straight! It's more like ale drinking time! All this pillaging has got me parched and hard."

Angrily he shoved one of the captives towards his comrade. "Here! How about instead of yapping your trap you help me instead."

The olive-skinned Scandinavian huffed before kneeling down to examine said captives. Clearly, They were underfed and beaten purple. He noticed their tunics were hanging off of their eerily gaunt forms. It reminded him of a previous village they had visited the place was not worth the journey, all the natives had starved to death.

It always amazed Kiba how the Saxons treated their unfortunates.

"They are just skin and bones! Well, there goes my idea of eating them." The brunet jested.

He tried in vain to lighten the mood but it only backfired, as both malnourished youths stared stupidly at him.

"Nay, The only blessing we can bestow onto 'em is a swift death. They are nothing more than ghosts away. Besides, it is our king's command to leave no survivors."

Those ashen hues had examined the boy clenched between his massive hands. Those bright sapphire orbs stood out beneath the caked on dirt and grime, which felt vaguely familiar to him.

He tore a piece of thick cloth from his kilt and used it to wipe the grime from the golden-haired boy's face. He had removed just enough to actually figure out what was beneath his mask of dirt. Neji came roughly close to him shoving the boy away.

"What in Odin's name," the man had gasped. This had gained Kiba's attention.

"What is it," curiously, he approached by Neji's self.

"What kind of sorcery is this!" Kiba practically howled. "He looks exactly like... her."

"It appears to me that the divines are trying to tell us something."

"The resemblance is uncanny maybe we should spare this one," Neji had said this more to himself than to his brother.

"Can we keep the both of them Neji this little one is starting to grow on me," Vikings duo gave one another subtle looks before they left the hut, but not before setting fire to the youth's home.

Naruto and Gaara had watched their home smolder as they were linked together on horseback. The Vikings kept a good pace with the mare as they made their way to their camp.

"I do not think they will make the voyage back home. Look at them, it will take a miracle if they even survive till the morrow." Kiba had said this in his Norse tongue, knowing the Saxons would fail to understand.

"If the Gods are watching over them then we shall see," Neji had replied. Hopefully, this was not a mistake.

The pair was met with greeted arms as they made it to camp the sun was just at its peak but had been hidden behind thick somber colored clouds.

There were Vikings tending to their weapons posted outside their tents, who had halted in mid-action to stare at the pair of Saxons sitting on horseback.

A brunet with a lithe form came casually strolling up towards the foursome. He had embraced Kiba and Neji both. "I see you two don't waste any time," The brunet with the high ponytail had said this to his brothers in their native tongue to hide his hidden innuendo. "I never pegged you as the type Neji."

Neji had glared at the other swiftly silencing him from any further attempts of humor.

Kiba was facing the horses now and had helped both captives boy's down. "Do you see why we did what we did Shikamaru?" Kiba had faced the blonde to the one with the high ponytail.

"I want you to really look at 'em. Is there anything familiar? A certain fair hair Goddess he favors."

Shikamaru had leaned down examining his face closely.

"Well, I'll be damned," He exhaled while jerking back.

Together with callus hands he had grasped the youth's cheek and leaned in closely just in case his eyes were playing a trick on him. "This is a bad idea our King is not going to like this at least. You should have saved yourselves the trouble and killed the both of them." He said while releasing Naruto's face and backing away.

He felt so out-of-place.

Obviously, they were struck by his appearance each time he was examined they would either exclaim or back away as if he was cursed. The switch between Norse and English did not help the ebb his confusion either.

His gaze had drifted to the snow-covered forest. He weighed the option if he should try escaping with his cousin, but where would they go? Especially in the snow that came up to their knees.

Shikamaru had removed his cape while forcefully yanking Kiba's cape off as well, before draping it over the captives trembling form.

"Let us take them to Kakashi's tent," Shikamaru looked annoyed as he and the other led the two to Kakashi's tent.

Naruto had discovered that his cousin was pressed firmly against his side. They were ripped from their home that's if one could call it that, and thrown into this whole other world with giants that were staring at them like they were hexed.

The Vikings Commander Kakashi Hatake had been preoccupied.

He did not notice when the flap to his tent was moved to the side and three of his charges and two others came crouched inside that excluding the two shortest ones in the dwelling Naruto and Gaara. He read over his parchments on a makeshift wooden table.

His back was still facing them.

Neji had cleared his throat gaining the man with sterling silver colored hair attention. He was wearing a piece of cloth that covered his nose and mouth most likely from the arctic chill.

At first, he had observed the couple.

Naruto noted the gash that went from his mid-brow to what Naruto believed went further beneath his cloak mouth and nose may be to his cheek or jawline.

"I'm not interested in bed warmers," Kakashi replied before turning back to his parchment.

"That's not what we came for," Shikamaru spoke.

"Can this wait? I'm busy."

Shikamaru huffed and forcefully took a hold of Naruto's upper arm before maneuvering him into the man in charge.

"Look," he declared.

The silver-haired man had confronted the both of them.

This time, the Scandinavian with the pearly crown of hair had examined him. He had placed his index finger beneath Naruto's chin tilted his head towards the heavens. His eyes widen ever so slightly as recognized said face.

The resemblance was uncanny. Once again, Naruto was being examined.

Sure enough, he even had the same birthmark, which was three horizontal lines on both cheeks. There was no way this could be a fluke, especially around the same season that they had lost their Queen.

Kakashi noticed apart from his Queen and this Saxon's was a different gender. The only other real difference that stood out was their heights.

Their former Queen had stood at 5'9 while this boy only stood 5'5 Kakashi came to a conclusion maybe the youth's sir name could put a spotlight on the captive's bloodline.

"What are your names?" Kakashi made sure his voice was as warm and soothing.

Naruto had been impressed by the gentleness in the man's tone. He wasn't use to hearing it. Usually, he and Gaara were assaulted by insults and flat out annoyance. Never this, he had received a great deal more of kindness from cannibals than his own village! That spoke volumes.

The blonde found himself answering. "My name is Naruto, and this is my cousin Gaara."

Kakashi smiled was hidden, but he had nodded encouragingly. "Do the both of you have sir names?"

The youth had appeared almost chest fallen right then. "We were never given one. We have no household."

All four men had looked appalled by this. They had always grown up in a tight net community, everybody working as one to become successful conquers, so learning about this had been a slap in the face.

"Kiba go fetch Iruka for me," The brunette with unruly hair nodded before rushing out of Kakashi's tent.

"You lads may have a seat," Kakashi had gestures with an open palm facing the mound of furs at the corner of his tent. The maroon haired one had locked his aquamarine orbs on milky white pools, before swiftly breaking eye contact from the raven-haired man, who was standing behind him.

He hesitantly walked to the corner of the shelter to get a seat, and just before the unease became unbearable was when Kiba returned.

"I found him!" Kiba choked out as he inhaled deep breaths.

"Took you long enough," Kakashi teased.

"What! I could best any man here with my speed and my vitality in the bed." He had wagged his brows suggestively at his fellow brethren.

Each man had shaken their heads amused by their brother's words this excluding their captives. Kiba had told Iruka of their discovery, which had peaked the second in command curiosity towards the boy who bore their Queen's likeness.

Iruka was the one to teach the Queen all she knew from combat to archery. He loved her as a daughter, so he wanted to see what Kiba was saying was actually true or the ramblings of a fool.

Instantly, he had scanned the medium size tent his eyes landing on the body in the grimy tunic covered in filth.

He walked over until he was precisely in front of the boy, his heart skipping a beat as he gazed upon those identical features. He knelt before the youth clasping both his smaller hands in his own.

He had dropped his head down until the crown of his head touched the top of Naruto's hands in a gesture of respect.

"I knew you would come back to us. I just knew it," Abruptly Iruka had embraced the champagne-haired youth.

He had released the boy, before erecting to his full height. Iruka's copper-colored cheeks slightly tinting a rose color.

"I want a warm meal prepared for the both of them and hot water to wash away the filth."

Once each Viking had realized that Iruka was addressing them, they quickly took off to life. Granted that Iruka was convinced that their captive was some sort of restoration, in any case, that meant they would be preparing for the long hard journey back up north to Newfoundland their homeland.

Fortunately for their Viking ships was the fastest in the entire nation.

It would be up to the Viking's crowned head to decide their fate now.

Author's note: I thought I would try something different :) Hopefully, this isn't a complete waste. / It just this plot bunny has been bouncing around in my skull for days now and I couldn't ignore it anymore...So let me know if I should continue. Thanks for pointing out the name mistake out Clio111 and Zakudeath :#)