AN: This is just something that I thought while browsing through the stories. The characters belong to Dreamworks and Disney. r&r. Enjoy
The Scots never expected any of this to happen, no not even their great Queen. The young woman who broke the tradition and along with her mother, defeated the demon bear. She rules alone, in a world filled with danger and war.
No, not even Merida the Brave did not expect meeting one of the most feared person in the Northern Archipelago. They were utterly surprised to see a man, kneeling on his good foot, with a jet black helmet covering his face.
The one they knew as the 'Dragon King' was supposed to be very tall and can knock trees from their roots with one hand. No one doubted him, though. The jet black dragon standing behind him, eyes darting dangerously at every person on the room, watching everyone. She gulped, though quickly returned to her intimidating glare.
"What are you doing here, Viking?" Her voice packed with venom. She despised his kind for all their wrong doings. She can still remember how her father described them: big, savage and bloodthirsty.
"I'm just a traveler, milady" he replied, his face not even rising to look at her.
"I'm not YOUR Lady" she said, rising from her throne, her voice rising as well. "And I'm not stupid either. As far as I can see, you are just one of those bastards from the North. Now tell me, why are you here?"
He was silent for a while, baffled by how terrifying the queen of Scots can be. The queen took this time to re-examine the Viking. He was barely a man, his lean body covered with his dark armor. A red mark of a dragon can be seen at his shoulder.
The dragon behind him nudged at him. The Viking turned and smiled at his buddy. He turned around to face the queen once again.
"The Hairy Hooligan Tribe are coming." His voice rang through the silent halls of the castle.
The three lords' faces are filled with a mixture of fear and anxiousness. They clearly knew who the Hairy Hooligans are. They knew how capable they are when it comes to battle. The most fearsome of all the Viking tribes. Those Vikings rampaged around the archipelago, leaving fear and destruction in their path.
"How dare you threaten me in my own castle!?" The queen said as her anger got the better of her. What would Mum say? She thought.
"I am here to warn you. Leave before they destroy your homes and kill your families." The coolness in his voice continued to irritate her.
"Do you think I can't defend my kingdom in times of need?! Your kind tried decades ago but never succeeded and they never will." She said as she stood from her throne, walking towards the masked man. "And besides, why would I believe someone whose face I can't even see, lest someone I don't know."
The man hesitated, but remove the mask. It revealed a young man's face, hardened with hardships and trials. His forest green eyes filled with sorrow and pride at the same time. A few gasps was heard from the crowd. He was not how Merida has pictured how Vikings should look like. His chin was lightly raised, as if challenging the most powerful person in the kingdom.
"My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Dragon king. I was a former member of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe." He said. The words left the audience speechless.
Everyone was definitely shocked. No one from the Highlands really knew where the so-called Dragon King was from but the fact that he was from the tribe of savage beasts who only thirst for war and blood. Even Queen Merida, who was handling the situation pretty well before was now genuinely scared.
"You cannot fool us, you imbecile!" Lord McIntosh said. At that moment, the dragon leaped in front of the Viking, baring its fangs. This made the crowd panic. This guy is definitely the most powerful person in the Highlands right now. Not even their Queen can deny that.
"TOOTHLESS" The dragon backed down, but still glared at the Lords. This sent shivers through their spines.
Hiccup sighed, knowing that this performance will just make these people more reluctant to leave. They must be thinking how they can escape from a tribe with dragons on their war arsenal, he thought. There's nothing he can do though.
Not even he can persuade his stubborn and arrogant cousin, Snotlout, who succeeded after the chief retired due to his old age. Of all the people in Berk, it had to be Snotlout. It could've been Astrid or Fishlegs, but no, the chief had to choose the idiot Snotlout. He sighed once again. His dragon looked at him with worry in his eyes. Hiccup placed his hand on the Night Fury's nose to assure him that he is fine.
His thoughts was interrupted by the voice of the Queen, who seemed to recover first.
"Former you say, how is that possible?" Merida's question sent him pang of nostalgia, memories he decided not to be remembered but sadly he can't do anything about it.
"I was exiled, after I met this guy. Ever since then, we were travelling all through-out the archipelago to help those in need. " He said as he nudged the jet black dragon beside him. Its green eyes became larger, its face resembling that of a cat. A very big, fire-breathing cat. A while ago the dragon was baring its teeth at one of the Lords, but now it had turned to a harmless dragon as the Viking stroked its nose. He must really be the Dragon King, no, he really IS the Dragon King, she thought.
"Still that does not explain why you came to just warn us." Merida said. "You could help us defend my kingdom from the savages who exiled you. That big monster behind can be of huge help."
The dragon quickly whipped its head towards Merida's direction, something forming on its mouth. Oh boy, Hiccup thought as he knew how this would end.
"Toothless, Spit. That. OUT!" He said, as his dragon was about to send the Queen to a world of pain.
Though clearly not liking how his human is trying to save someone who just insulted both of them, Toothless sent his plasma bolt to an empty spot, burning the floor. Everyone gasped. The dragon tried to shoot fire to their Queen.
"First, he is a dragon, a being in this world just like you and me. He is not a monster. If you ask me, some people are more monster-like than dragons." Hiccup said in a low voice, almost like a growl. His expressions were dark and the glares he was sending definitely sent the crowd shaking in their boots.
Everyone except Merida. She wasn't called the Brave for nothing. She won't be terrified by the same person twice, in her own home.
"Second, I just do my best to help you. If I were to fight alongside your people, the tribe would just be more pissed and may destroy you without mercy. They hate me. They'll hate you as well." His voice rang through the silent hall once again. "Take my advice, Queen Merida of DunBroch. Leave while you still have legs that can take you." With that Hiccup turned and walked away, Toothless following behind him. The rhythmic sound of metal hitting the floor was the only thing heard.
"I'm not afraid of those Vikings" Merida said. "They cannot scare me. I'm Merida the Brave of Clan DunBroch. I will protect my people." Her declaration raised her people's spirits. Soon, everyone was whooping and cheering for their Queen.
Hiccup climbed over Toothless' back, his prosthetic clicking into place. He then turned to face the Queen.
"That may be so, Merida the Brave but remember this. The line between bravery and stupidity is so thin that you don't know you've crossed it until you and your people are all dead. You have been warned."
With one last look, Hiccup spurred Toothless on. They took off and left the castle just as fast as they have entered it.
After a few weeks, the Hairy Hooligan Tribe came and only black smoke can be seen in the horizon as they left.
AN: How was it? I was planning to write this as a one-shot but it depends on your reviews. See you next time, folks :3