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Lunch that day was a sombre affair. No one touched the red meat on offer at the food tables. Everyone ate fish. The Berzerker soldiers decided to retreat to their ship for the time being, not wishing to cross paths with any of the Black Moon dragons.
Shadow had decided to skip lunch in the common area, leaving Hiccup by himself. Not that he minded, since it gave him time to think over a bowl of fish stew. Astrid decided to sit with him, as well as Camicazi.
"So what happens now?" asked Astrid. They were all still thinking about the execution that morning.
"Shadow is going to put together an emissary to head off to Berzerker Island. They will take whatever is left of Dagur back there with them. And since Dagur didn't bring an Heir with him, Shadow is going to have to put in a temporary leader. He'll be sending a small battalion of troops there as well to take over and root out any more disloyalty." Replied Hiccup.
"I guess he kind of deserved it." Said Cami. "He was warned what would happen if he tried to betray you. He broke the rules and paid for it. Not only that, but the guy was a sadistic asshole."
The ate together for a while before Cami decided to change the topic.
"So Hiccup, how's your sex life with Shadow?"
Hiccup choked on a mouthful of food. Astrid had to slap his back to help clear his airway.
"Uh, umm- What?" he stammered.
"You heard me. I've seen you walking around here some days with a slight limp."
Astrid started to giggle behind her hand. "Now that you mention it, he has been limping a bit."
"Really Astrid, you're getting into this too?" he sighed.
"Alright lover boy, cough it up. Give us the details. What's he like in the sack?" asked Cami, with a deceptively sweet smile. Hiccup's face turned pink. He tried to stall for as long as possible, taking a sip of water and looking around for help. Snotlout and Fishlegs walked past with their own plates of food and Hiccup desperately tried waving them over as a distraction.
"Hey, Fishlegs! Ho- hows Berk been? Did uh… whats his name get that… thing?"
Just as Fishlegs was about to say something, cami shut him up by saying "Keep your trap shut Fishface, Hiccup's trying to weasel out of talking about his sex life!"
Snotlout, who wasn't very interested before, suddenly stopped walking and came right towards their table. "Ok, this I've got to hear."
Hiccup groaned and dropped his head on the table with a thunk. "I thought we were talking about Dagur and Berzerker Island?"
"That's boring politics. We want the juicy stuff." Said Cami. "So come on! Give us the goods. Who tops?"
Hiccup's face turned a darker shade of red. "Is that really appropriate to ask during lunch?"
Snotlout just started eating and asked "Do you guys switch?" Hiccup started spluttering.
Astrid was giggling into her palm. "He looks strong enough to lift you up. Has he done anything to you against a wall?" She could have sworn that Hiccup looked thoughtful for a moment before trying to turn the conversation away again.
Cami then blurted out "Do you guys have any kinks?"
He looked towards Fishlegs, hoping for a way out, but all he got was "So are his genitals human or dragon shaped? And how big is he?" Hiccup's entire face went beet red, right the way down his neck and he smacked his head on the table again.
He realised then that they weren't going to stop until they had their answers, so he sat up, downed his drink while wishing it was something strong, and just ripped it off like a bandaid.
"Alright fine, you want to know? Well here you go… He tops, but usually sucks me off first. We've only been at it a few times, so we haven't tried switching. He had me up against a wall the first time, but we were just making out at the time. I don't know about any kinks, but last night, a maid walked in on us and he didn't slow down or anything and even offered her the chance to watch, so I'm guessing he's a bit of an exhibitionist. And he's completely human down there Fishlegs."
Hiccup slumped against his chair, while the others were all wide eyed and gobsmacked. That was until Cami said, "You didn't tell us how big."
Hiccup just deadpanned. "That's none of your business."
"Really? So telling us that he's sucked you off is ok, but telling us his length is off the table?"
"I'm not giving you guys any more to use against me."
"That big huh?"
"Astrid!"
While the group was laughing, one of the Princes walked over to the table. The drake looked over at Hiccup's red face and asked him if he was feeling sick. Snotlout just told him that they were interrogating him about his sex life.
"Oh really? Well, did he tell you that the first time he and my brother hooked up, we could hear them going at it from a couple of corridors down? This one's a bit of a screamer I recon."
"Dusk! You traitor!" the laughter redoubled, drawing the attention from some of the nearby tables.
"Well, you gave us all quite the headache. Consider this payback."
"You are evil."
"Uh, huh. And my brother is a bit of a cockslut. What else is news?"
The girl's eyes bugged at that admission. Snotlout spat out his drink. "You're kidding!" he said in shock.
"Oh, no I'm not! You should see him when he gets drunk. He loves giving lap dances."
Hiccup's face couldn't seem to get any more red.
After a rather lengthy interrogation, and a lot of awkwardly answered questions, the teens dispersed into their afternoon activities. Another meeting was to be held in the early evening to discuss new terms now that Dagur had been removed.
In the hours leading up to the next meeting, the remaining chieftains gathered for their own meeting, where they discussed their overlords. There was a whole new side to these dragons that they hadn't fully realised yet until that morning. They should have known though, they were dragons, so of course they would be killers. And to be fair, the Dragon King did sort of tell them that they could be cannibals.
Many of the Chiefs couldn't understand why Hiccup and some of the other teens were siding with them, especially after seeing them devour the late Berzerker chief. They needed to learn more about their opponent. So they created a gameplan, and went to the next round of negotiations far better prepared.
Stoick was the one who set the new terms to the dragon king.
"If you want to merge your kingdom with our territories, then we want to know everything about you and your kind. We want to know all your laws, your abilities, your secrets. Everything must be put on the table before any of us will consider alliances."
Shadow didn't show it, but he was slightly impressed with the Berkian Chief. The Dragon King was nothing if not cunning and calculating. He knew what these demands would entail. And while he technically didn't need any of these human leaders on his side, he thought it would be a well calculated risk divulging their secrets to them. If they wanted answers, then they could have them.
The Dragon King reclined in his chair at the head of the table. "Ask your questions then."
And so, the Black Moon king told his kind's secrets to the humans of the archipelago.
"How big is your standing army?"
"We have a fighting force of about four thousand strong. Half of that is in human form at any given time."
"How many dragons live on your island?"
"we have a population of around six thousand Black Moons. And another eight thousand common dragons, from your Gronkles and Nadders to Skrill and BoneKnapper."
"What powers do your kind possess?"
"We have thick, fireproof skin and a layer of near impenetrable scales, detailed with specks of silver to blend in with the night sky. Our claws, teeth and tail blade are razor sharp and can tear through almost any organic material.
Our fire is made from extremely unstable and volatile chemicals. And is by far, the most explosive chemical compound ever created. It is stored in a secondary set of lungs where it is neutralised until combustion. Any contact with anything outside those fire lungs causes the substance to explode. We also have a secondary breath ability, like a Skrill or Night Fury, composed of a mix of plasma and electricity that can be more easily directed than a fireball.
Our bones are extremely tough and hard to break, and our skulls are reinforced to take direct hits from opponents. Our horns act as shock absorbers and ultrasonic sound emitters and scramblers. This means we can generate a sound frequency in our skulls and emit it outwards via our horns to be picked up by other Black Moons as a way of communication. And it also allows us to scramble any incoming unwanted sound waves by other dragons with hypnosis."
"What about your transformations?"
"We transform between two forms, human and dragon, during a new moon. We don't fully understand why, but it is believed that our power is tied to the moons, and that without it, we lose our grip with each form. During a transformation, we are at our weakest, since our bodies are reforming. Not only that, but our minds temporarily break and we go insane during the transformation as our body and mind adjusts. Only the strongest of Black Moons, mostly royal bloodlines, have the ability to transform at will, but it is often ill advised."
"Do the royal bloodlines have any special abilities?"
"Apart from our upbringing, no. I was trained by my father to be a weapon of war, and so my fighting abilities are enhanced through training and skill alone. But it is often said that while one Black Moon is the equivalent of one legion of soldiers, a royal can take on three without any harm to themselves."
"Do you have any extra abilities unique to you?"
"A few. While our ultrasonic communication is extremely powerful, we cannot communicate with the entire Black Moon population at will. However, some of royal blood have been able to do this. There have been only a few accounts where one Black Moon has been able to summon an army in times of great need, but this is rare. In turn, the combined efforts of a Black Moon army can summon a titan wing Black Moon as aid. There have only been three accounts of this throughout recorded history."
"Are there any other nests with your kind in them?"
"Yes, there are a few nests in the world, but I do not know where they are. The only large-scale nest that is of concern is my father's nest. But last I heard, he relocated. I think he was looking for the largest mountain on earth… the egotistical bastard…"
"Who is your father?"
"He means absolutely nothing to me. At best, he's my sperm donor. He was responsible for my upbringing, but he treated me more like a weapon or dog than a child. I look forward to hearing about his death. If I never see him for another millennium, it will be too soon."
…
The questions went on for hours, and Shadow laid bare everything he could. He gave away his secrets in good faith that the Chaiftains would come to trust him and his people. There were a few unshed tears, and a few broken glasses from a too strong grip. By the end of it all, Shadow would like to think that they trusted him a bit more.
…
Negotiations went smoothly after that. Territory borders were established, trade routes plotted out, agreements made, and there was even a request for extra soldiers and engineers to be stationed on the main islands. Outposts would be built at the edges of the territories, and barracks would be built so that the dragons could live alongside the Vikings in their own homes. There were still tensions between the clans, because no one could forget what they did to the Berzerker chief. The bloodstain had yet to be fully removed from the negotiating table.
Laws were discussed and rewritten to accommodate the new arrivals. Discrimination was outlawed on both sides, and the Chieftains were given the power to enforce their own laws over the Black Moons stationed on their islands. Each chief was to be given an advisor as well, who would report right back to their King, who would deal with the more pressing matters, as well as any violation of the new laws.
Overall, it was beginning to look like an alliance forged for decades to come.
The Black Moons had done it.
It was time to celebrate.