Hello and welcome back my lovelies! I know I've been gone for a very long time, but this story has never left me. I've been slowly working on my fanfic so you can enjoy every single thing. This is my Christmas present to you all, as an apology for taking so long. I hope you enjoy this continuation of Black Moon Blood and The Prince of Moon and Shadow. In here you will find love, lust, torment, anguish, trauma, death and a family reunion, as well as a rollercoaster full of emotions. I promise this will make you laugh, and it will make you cry. and probably yell at me cause I'm mean.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Welcome to Kingdom of Shadow...

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Mothers are known to say "never judge a book by its' cover", which is all well and fine in most cases. Me-Me always tried to go by her mothers wisdom, and so far, it had given her great success, as well as many friends.

But ultimately, there are people you cant help but judge. And so, that is when you look at the contents…

Dagur the Deranged was by far, the nastiest piece of work Me-Me had ever seen. He was rude, arrogant, bad-mannered, insane, and a right sadistic son-of-a-bitch. Why her King kept being polite to him was a mystery. But then again, she supposed it was because he was trying to uphold a good image. He was trying to form alliances after all.

Each of the Archipelago's chieftains had their quirks, that was for sure, but this one was just begging for trouble. Despite all of this, Me-Me still tried to uphold her mother's wisdom. She would be polite, do her job well, and hopefully, return home with a clean conscious.

That's not to say she wouldn't be ready to turn at any notice… her mother taught her to be kind to those who earnt it, but it was her father that taught her that justice should be swift, brutal and cunning to those who deserved it. And by the Void, Dagur deserved it.

Me-Me was posing as a maid while the negotiations were on, to spy on those who attended. Her King wasn't completely certain who he could trust yet, and so she was employed to find and uproot any foul play if she found it.

She got her first suspicion not long after the negotiations had begun, and evidence not long after that. There had been an accident in the training fields one day, a human soldier from Bezerker territory thought he could take on one of the drakes in a sparing match. He claimed victory by gorging out the eye of the dragon with a concealed dagger. His Chief had been impressed with the cheating move. The Dragon King didn't see it as a victory.

Dagur refused to punish his man, and refused to apologise for the drake's missing eye.

Later that night, Me-Me overheard talk within the Chieftain's quarters suggesting that the Bezerkers try to harm more of the Black Moon dragons while they were there. Unfortunately for Me-Me, it wasn't enough to take to her king just yet, she needed more evidence.

She found more evidence later when she went in to clean the chamber. The deranged Chief had left an open letter on his desk explaining the location of the island, as well as the occupants and where it would be best to strike and when. It was a coup if ever she saw one, in writing, and perfect evidence to have the Chief removed from the negotiating table.

She cleaned the table as a maid would do, and took the letter to take to her King.

Eagar to have the insane chieftain eliminated, she rushed to the King's quarters with the letter in hand, and stormed in without a second thought. Unfortunately for her, she stumbled in on a rather… private scene…

Her king was in bed as she suspected he might be at this hour, however, she didn't expect the company he was with. The kings consort was with him, or rather, on him.

Me-Me averted her eyes immediately, using the letter to shield her view of the two in the throws of passion. There wasn't much hope for her ears though…

The consort noticed her as soon as she came in, but the king just didn't seem to care, keeping up his rhythm as he pleasured his lover.

"I'm so terribly sorry my lords, I didn't mean to intrude!" she stammered. "Your Highness, you told me to come straight to you when I found evidence of betrayal from the chieftains."

She rather dumbly held out the letter to give to the king, who didn't seem interested.

"Me-Me, my dear. Lovely to see you. I apologise for my state of undress." He said calmly, as if he wasn't still thrusting up into his lover, grasping onto straddled thighs.

"I- uh… I could come back later…"

"Nonsense, you were instructed to come immediately. Put the letter on my desk. I'll have a look at it when I'm not…" he gave a rather hard thrust. "…busy."

Me-Me did as she was told, trying to ignore the sounds of sex just feet away from her. Just as she was heading to the door, the King spoke up again.

"You know, if you ask nicely, I think my consort here will let you stay and watch."

She didn't turn around, but she heard the playful smack he was given for that comment. She politely declined as well as she could before rushing out the door, leaving most of her dignity behind.

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"You're an ass, you know that?"

Shadow just laughed.

"How can I be? You're the one who was the best ass in all the land."

Hiccup threw a washcloth at him. "You're an exhibitionist, you know that? You're nasty!"

Shadow laughed again, cleaning himself off. "I didn't feel you slowing down at all, so what does that make you?"

Hiccup walked out of the bathing room and over to the desk, still bare and with marks all over his skin. Shadow got off the bed and joined him looking at the letter, flush up against Hiccup's back.

"Hmm… it looks like our resident wacko wants to declare Black Moon hunting season."

"I'm somewhat surprised it's taken him this long to leave traceable evidence of his 'evil plans'. He's been somewhat meticulous about leaving evidence throughout all the time I've known him. Did you know when we were children, we went swimming and he tried to drown me? He never got in trouble because he made sure not to leave any evidence. Dear old dad didn't believe me and tried to make nice with Oswald." Said Hiccup.

"Well now I feel like drowning him. "

Hiccup chuckled and said "What's that old saying? 'I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim'. That definitely applies here."

"A shame. I guess we'll have to disembowel him then…" Shadow said with a small sigh. His cheeky mood turned dark then. "You know that he's broken the law here. We are going to have to kill him. That's the price for treason."

A small sigh. "I know."

"Do you want to be in the room when it happens or no? I want to give you the choice now because it wont be pretty."

"If I'm not there, I'll be seen as weak. Especially when the other Chieftains realise I knew this was coming. I have to be there. But I don't want to be a part of it." He then turned to face his lover, looking deep into his silver eyes. "I know that taking up the mantle of king was hard. I know you said you wanted me and your brothers and sisters to be by your side as much as possible, but I don't want to be part of the execution."

Shadow nodded his head in respect. "That is fair."

He then rested his forehead against Hiccup's, purring like his mother did to sooth him. "I love you, you know. I don't think I've said it enough in these past few months. None of this would have been possible if I didn't have you."

Hiccup wrapped his arms around his lover, squeezing him tight. "I love you too, you big scaly lizard."

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the Chieftains of the Archipelago couldn't help but feel like they had just walked into a trial the next morning. They were aware that another meeting had been called, but the next round of negotiations wasn't scheduled until a few days later. They didn't know what was going to happen today, but the Dragon King had called them, so they came.

Once they were all seated, Chieftains and Heirs like, next to the Princes and Guardians of the Black Moon court, the meeting began.

"Chieftains and Heirs of the Archipelago, it has come to my attention that there has been plans for foul play against me and my family." Murmurs broke out in the room, but Shadow ignored them. "It seems that one of you have attempted to get into contact with a group of dragon hunters, and to give away our secrets." The Meathead chief raised his voice, accusing the king of lying and demanded proof. Shadow pulled out the letter which he had hidden in his jerkin.

"I have here a signed letter, found in the rooms of one of the chieftains here at this table." He then began to read.

"To my esteemed friends, the Grimborn Brothers. I hear you are in the market for some big game hunting. I happen to know the perfect prey for your next hunt. To the far North of the Archipelago is a new species that I think you will find quite exotic for your animal trade. If you think the Night Fury is the ultimate prize, think again. These 'Black Moon' dragons are like nothing you've ever seen.

If you come to the large island past Berk's storm barrier, you will find a small nest of them, including their leader. I have a personal interest in the eradication of these beasts, and give this information to you in good faith that you will help drive these creatures out of the archipelago.

I only have two requests, should you come North and hunt these beasts. First, if you happen to kill the leader, I want its pelt for my floor. And second, if you manage to capture his little fucktoy, I want him for myself too.

Signed, Dagur the Deranged."

The room went into an uproar. Dagur himself started screaming in protest, yelling 'it's a fake!', 'you've planted it!', and 'you cant prove it!'.

Shadow simply put the letter on the table for all to see. "Is that not your signet stamp?" he asked. Clear as day, at the bottom of the page next to his signature, was a purple wax seal, imprinted with the outline of a Skrill. The signet ring sat snugly on Dagur's left pinky, with no signs showing that it had been removed. Shadow stood to his full height, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Dagur the Deranged, you stand accused of treason, murderous intent, grievous bodily harm by proxy… (insert list of crimes)… How do you plead?"

"Is this some kind of joke? You think you can just stand there and accuse me of this? How are we supposed to know that you didn't forge that letter to frame me?" he screamed.

"You ordered one of your men to harm my soldier in a sparing fight. You gave him a concealed dagger and told him to gorge out his eye. Do you deny it? You wrote this letter with the intent to send it to a band of dragon hunters, with the intent to bring them here and harm my people. Do you deny it? You planned this treasonous act with the intent to murder me, and rape Hiccup, my consort. Do you deny it!?"

"I deny it!" he screamed. "All you have is that letter! You cant accuse me of anything with just that!"

Shadow simply ignored him, saying "Chieftains, do you recognise this handwriting at all?" The letter was passed around the table. Nods of confirmation followed it. "Can you confirm this handwriting to belong to Mr Deranged?" he asked. More nods. Shadow then turned to his General, standing at attention near the doorway.

"General Abraxos, can you testify that no one in my kingdom has had contact with the Berzerker chieftain prior to this meeting? And can you confirm that no one in my kingdom has ever seen his handwriting?" the general nodded.

"What about Hiccup?!" Yelled Dagur. "He's seen my handwriting. He could have copied it! Your little fuck toy would do anything you told him to!"

Hiccup spoke from his chair next to Shadow. "I don't think that's the excuse you want to use Dagur. Have you forgotten that I use my left hand to write? My handwriting would slant the other way if I wrote it."

Dagur had nothing left to say, eyes wide with fear. He tried backing out the door, but Abraxos prevented his retreat. Shadow stood before the entire archipelago, and passed his sentence.

"Dagur the Deranged, you have been found guilty of crimes against the Black Moon Kingdom and its people. You have committed treason on Black Moon soil, and as such, you will be punished using our laws, and sentenced to death for your crimes."

Before anyone could blink, the closest Guardians leapt forward and snatched him by the arms, tugging him forward and throwing him down on the massive oak table. He was flipped onto his back and held down my his arms and legs by four massive dragons. His screams of protest fell on deaf ears. Hiccup stood by with a blank face. The executioner stepped forward from the shadows, and stood at the base of the table, opposite his king.

"I, Shadow Void-Wing, King of the Black Moon Hordes of the North, sentence you to die on this day, by way of disembowelment."

The executioner climbed up onto the table, sitting on Dagur's lower legs, and started cutting away his clothing and Armor with a large knife. He thrashed and struggled under his bonds, yelling and screaming for help. When his torso was bare, the executioner held the knife right above his belly, point down, ready to plunge into his soft flesh.

"May you find solace with whatever gods you worship. You will find none from ours…"

The knife descended, and Dagur screamed. His belly was cut open expertly, and his intestines pulled out. None of the Chieftains or heirs dared to move from the grizzly scene. The executioner removed a kidney and tossed it to one of the Guardians. The dragon snapped it up with his powerful jaws. The other kidney went next. Dagur's thrashing was growing weaker as his blood leaked out over the table. More intestines were pulled out and dumped onto the table. Another dragon reached his head forward and snapped them up. By the time his liver was removed, Dagur had all but gone silent. He was still clinging to life, barely, while his dying body was butchered for meat. The executioner knew how to keep him alive for as long as he needed. Blood spilt everywhere, and somewhere in the room, people were retching.

Shadow circled the table, while Dagur gasped feebly at life. The Dragon King reached over so he was face to face with the dying man. His hand made its way to the gaping wound in his abdomen.

When Shadow spoke, it was soft, but filled with so much venom that it could corrode even the toughest of metals.

"No one threatens me or my family…"

Shadow's clawed hand reached into Dagur's chest, forced its way past his failing lungs, and grasped his weakly beating heart, and tore it right out of his chest.

Shadow watched as the last piece of life faded from his eyes. The heart shuddered in his hand and went still as the last bits of blood dribbled out of it.

He ordered that the body be taken to the kitchens to be butchered for meat, and dismissed those who remained in the meeting room. Only he and Hiccup remained, along with the bloodstained table, and the dead heart in Shadow's hand.

Shadow looked him in the eye as he brought his hand up to his mouth, and took a bite out of the heart.

"How does he taste?" asked Hiccup.

Shadow scrunched his face up as he swallowed that piece of meat. "Tastes like frightened pig."

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I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter. let me know in the comments what you think. and dont worry, theres more to come...