#fantasy!todoroki

“Wasn’t that Kacchan?” Izuku asked with a frightened squeal, “What was he doing with (S/o)?”

“I don’t think that was Bakugo,” Tsuyu commented, “Seems a little out of character for him to openly carry (S/o) like that.”

“It’s not the Bakugo you know,” the prince sighed, irritation rising in his voice, “The unsightly red cape belongs to the King of Dragons.”

“You seem to have a history with him,” Shoto noticed, “That bad, huh?”

“He stole my knight from me,” his head dropped, “So I wouldn’t describe our history as ‘pleasant’, but it’s still history nonetheless. Based on that voice, he’s taken them once again. I knew they weren’t happy—they couldn’t have been.”

“I don’t know, um... Prince... Todoroki?” Izuku tested out the distinguishing name, “The way they were screaming, I think that’s this world’s (S/o).”

The prince waved his hand apathetically, disregarding the information. Either way—his world, this world—it was still (S/o) who was in the clutches of the King of Dragons, and he wasn’t going to allow it to happen again.

It was a foolish idea, them leaving of their own free will; He had known his father drove them away, now they were bound to be held captive by that barbarian—he'd rather lay his life on the line than allow this world’s (S/o) fall to that very same fate. He’ll save them this time, for sure.

With his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he quickly made his way towards the sounds of struggle, leaving everyone to lag behind in confusion. Making their way to the shared clearing, Prince Shoto had disregarded his counterparts heed of warning, standing tall against the King of Dragons himself with his blade already drawn.

“Barbarian!” his voice boomed, “Unhand (S/o) at once, or face your demise.”

The blonde turned with haste, practically flinging (S/o) to their feet with him as their shield. He bared his teeth with a threatening growl to accompany the crazed look, his own dagger drawn in retaliation to Prince Shoto’s sword while he stood in a lowered, ready-to-strike stance. Prince Shoto read the situation—he wouldn’t mind going all out with the force of his ice, but that posed a heavy threat to (S/o) which he couldn’t even imagine committing. What was he to do?  

“You’ve got only a few seconds to release them!”  

Why did he assume threats were going to work? On a thick-headed barbarian? Preposterous—the blonde charged at him, his red cape momentarily distracting the prince as a heavy thud resonated through his chest upon impact, causing him to toss his sword out of his reach. Going on the defense, a wall of ice surrounded King Bakugo the moment Prince Shoto had a moment to fill his lungs; A large explosion followed close behind, shattering the ice and scattering the shards across the clearing and coating the bystanders with a light layer of snow.

“Kacchan!” Izuku called, “Er—King… Kacchan?”

“Who do you think you’re addressing you damn commoner?” he snapped, “What are you doing here anyway? Tch, I should have known you’d be running around here with that excuse of a royal. I don’t care what you think you’re gonna do—you’re not taking (Y/n) from me!”

“But Bakugo, that isn’t your—”

“Shut it!” the king set off another explosion, “I don’t want to hear your excuses!”

“That isn’t our worlds (Y/n),” Prince Shoto tried to reason, “So just let them be.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Prince Todoroki explained it all to us, you’re from an alternate version of this world,” Izuku jumped in timidly, “But that (Y/n)… is from here, right?”

“Alternate universe? Are you suggesting there’s something like an alternate universe out there? Of course I’m from here!” (Y/n) had finally gotten a chance to speak.  

“That’s what he’s saying,” Shoto stepped beside his prince counterpart, extending his hand out to (Y/n), “They’re looking for the other you, but it seems their Bakugo is just as thick-headed as ours.”

“What did you just say about me you dirty warlock!” The king shouted, “I see you couldn’t handle being me, huh? Now you’ve brought your little friends along too—Whatever! I’ll take you all down!”

The Dragon King charged forward once again, constantly counteracting the ice barriers both Todoroki’s had put up. With him distracted, the prince gave the group behind him a knowing look, telling them they could set whatever plan they needed into motion to save their (Y/n); Midoriya gave a nod, having Asui quickly grab (Y/n) to bring them close while he readied himself to block the blow of the impeding tantrum the king was going to throw his way. The prince moved quickly, hoping to at least lessen the damage done by the explosion, but found himself—and his friends—knocked to the ground.

“I’ve already told you; you won’t take my knight from me in the first place!” the king came at the downed prince quickly, explosions popping at the ready to release.

“You’re the one who took my knight away from me!” the prince’s voice held a hurt undertone, glossed over by an angry growl, throwing up another ice wall to help protect his—his counterparts—friends, though no amount of ice could keep the hot-head back far enough.

Enough was enough; The emotions residing deep within the prince started to boil over as memories flashed through his mind, blinding his view and throwing him into a blacked-out frenzy. Ice and explosions clashed time and time again, both boys struggling to gain the upper hand and toss his enemy aside. Ice castle, dragon’s breath—attack after attack—they each stood their ground until they clashed once too many; Too much air pressure blew between the two of them, easily clearing the group of people and throwing them all to painful landings, though (Y/n)’s landing caught both royal’s attention.

(Y/n) was caught off guard by the blast, tumbling backwards and struggling to get their feet back to the ground as they were lifted by the wind. A pained gag passed their lips as the wind had been knocked out of their lungs by the tree they had been thrown against; They stuttered, struggling to regain the breath lost as they slid to the ground.

The two royals watched in horror; The king cried out for them while the prince shook—was it mere terror? Fear for the knight he had grown to love dearly? Or was it anger—anger for the king whom took them away and in turn harmed in front of his eyes.

Prince Shoto’s blood ran cold—his skin chilling down to its freezing point as ice crawled up his form in sharp, jagged fashion. His left side provided a new, darker armour doubling as his ultimate power—the spirit of an ice beast—and the anger boiling over through the cry towards the (Y/n) who wasn’t even his own was the fuel for this forbidden power.  

“Look what you’ve done,” his voice was as icy and dark as his appearance, “You’ll never be forgiven!”

King Bakugo steadied himself, resulting in his standard crouched pose, palms cupped and ready for an attack. Pressure accumulated around him, becoming almost unbearable to those in his vicinity as it was accompanied by an extreme heat. In flames, flowing as fluid as smoke and burning as hot as the sun, a shape started to take form behind him—the Spirit of the Dragon—the king’s ultimate power.

They stood toe in toe, the pressure between the two of them was beyond intimidating to the bystanders; They struggled to get to their feet and made their way towards an asleep (Y/n), ready to protect them from the inevitable fight between the royals.

Yells escaped both boys, both moving towards each other, ready to strike; An equally intense gust of wind caused the two of them to stumble and stutter, struggling to look towards the sky for the source.

“No...” Prince Shoto whispered, his enemy contradicting his reaction.

“Dragon!” King Bakugo shouted with the utmost glee.

The large red dragon hovered above the clearing, his large wing span causing a heavy, constant wind. Everyone moved their hands up to block part of the sun, now witnessing the frightening expression on the beast’s face—large teeth glistening as they parted to blow a puff of flames down towards Prince Shoto and his (not-so) party members which they barely avoided.

Beyond the wind, Prince Shoto could hear a familiar voice and caught a quick glimpse of the Dragon King’s doppelganger peaking over the side of the large dragon. He seemed to be arguing—with the dragon? Was he attempting to argue with him from all the way up there? It was painfully obvious that he was aware of the situation—thankfully, since the king certainly seemed to have a thick skull—but how in the world was he able to get the dragon? He must have run into the king earlier, he determined, but he wouldn’t know to talk to the dragon, would he? Who had he been speaking to?

Another burst of flames snapped him out of his thoughts as he threw himself down to roll out of the way. A glint in the sky caught his eye—apparently the king’s as well—as they both turned back to see just what it was; An enemy? Had this world’s Bakugo fallen from the back of the dragon? The glint momentarily blinded the both of them, causing them to both grimace a moment before finally being able to focus on the human form freefalling down to the earth between them; They seemed to know what they were doing, falling without fear—the both of them knew just who had enough confidence in their abilities to do such a thing.

Both sets of eyes grew wide, smiles growing just as quickly as realization hit the both of them at once, causing them both to cry out for the one they love--