A/N: Alrighty, we're not wasting any time here. Hiccup, Astrid, and Heather have a passionate time together since Hiccup doesn't have any responsibilities as chief in this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy the smutty goodness.

(Normal pov— Rome, capital of the Roman Empire)

"Up! You filthy slave!"

Camicazi was cruelly ripped away from the embrace of sleep by the overseers of Nihilus's villa. Whilst the slaves were kept in separate pens, the Bog Burglar heir was kept within the villa, under lock and key, of course. As the villa guards opened the pen Camicazi was kept in, the head overseer approached the Viking and pointed his whip at her. "Up!" He then gave her a cruel smirk. "Your time to become a gladiator has come. You'll die before sundown."

Rising to her feet, Camicazi exited her pen while the guards proceeded to place shackles on her wrists and ankles before marching her outside the villa gates where a carriage was waiting. Upon entering the carriage, Camicazi was seated with barbarian men or otherwise, that were being transported to the Ludus Magnus owned by Nihilus to be trained as gladiators. As the carriage began to move, Camicazi knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to escape from her captors, because once she was transported to the Ludus Magnus, escape would be all the more difficult, next to impossible.

And upon reaching the crowded city, Camicazi noted how the carriage was barely moving as a result of this. Smirking at this, the Bog Burglar heir decided that now was the time to make her move while the progress of their transport to the Ludus Magnus was slowed.

Though slaves within the carriage were chained, however, the Romans failed to account for how well of an escape artist Camicazi truly is. Managing to conceal a hairpin in her boot, the heir to the Bog Burglar throne managed to pick the locks to her shackles, causing the slaves within the carriage to share looks and watch in both shock and awe as the wavy-haired blond then moved to unshackle her ankles. Once free of restrainment, Camicazi could hear the silent pleas and demands from the other slaves to free them, and though freeing the rest of these slaves and criminals would make an excellent diversion, there was no time to do so, the carriage was nearing the Ludus Magnus, and Camicazi needed to leave now.

As she got to work on picking the lock to the carriage door, Camicazi nearly smashed her face against the door as their transport came to a sudden stop. The exclaims outside told the young Viking that there was an accident of some kind, and so she proceeded to pick the carriage door.

"You'll never make it past the guards, woman."

Turning to her left, Camicazi laid eyes on a man with blond hair, pulled back into a braided ponytail and a thin, pointed beard. He possessed green eyes that burned with the desire for freedom and he also bore Viking tattoos. This man was also well built, clearly, a man who doesn't stand idle, Camicazi assumed he was either a fighter by birth or perhaps a sailor.

"You speak my language," the Bog Burglar heir narrowed her eyes at this man before inquiring. "What's your name?"

"Harald. Harald Forkbeard," he said. "I was branded as a skóggangr by my last tribe because I was a former mercenary who got involved in some killings which made me an outlaw. I survived by providing my services as a warrior. Eventually, I ventured beyond Scandinavia and came here, only to be made a slave by the Romans. Now they wish for me to die for their amusement. I may crave Valhalla, but I'm not ready to die just yet." He then spoke quickly when he saw Camicazi unlock the door to the carriage. "Let me come with you."

Turning to the man she just met, Camicazi gave him a skeptical look. "Why should I?"

"I have friends who know of my current circumstances, they have a ship that can take us away from here," seeing her contemplating, Harald spoke through gritted teeth. "If you don't free me, you'll never get out of here alive. I can help you."

Growling lowly, Camicazi peaked through the carriage bars and saw the Roman soldiers who were aiding in escorting them move to the front of the carriage to resolve the issue. With a sigh, Camicazi cursed under her breath before moving to Harald and beginning to pick the locks off his shackles. Once free, Harald rubbed his wrists and then joined Camicazi as she slowly opened the door to the carriage and saw two horses that the Roman soldiers rode on were free for the taking. Pointing out the horses to her new... "friend," Camicazi and Harald shared a nod before they both kicked the carriage doors down and raced for the horses. Once mounting on the horses, they urged the beasts to ride, the soldiers who rode them exclaimed before barking out.

"Slaves loose! Slaves loose!"

The local soldiers in the area sprang into action, however, as Camicazi and Harald steered the horses they stole into the more populated areas, the soldiers were in danger of killing Roman citizens or otherwise, not only that, but they had to swim through a figurative sea of people just to catch up with the escaped slaves. Eventually, reaching the wide and open marketplace granted the soldiers to position archers on nearby parapets and those tasked with maintaining order in the streets to cut off the fleeing Vikings from escaping.

"We need to get out of the range of their archers!" Harald barked out while ducking and dodging arrows that whistled past him. Looking to the direction of the docks, Harald steered his horse in that direction while looking at Camicazi. "Follow me. And try to keep up!"

Camicazi steered her horse away from a Roman phalanx who thrust their spears at her and her horse. The multitude of shafts protruding caused the horse to release a fearful neigh as it then rose to its hind legs. Grunting, Camicazi held onto the reins tightly and once the horse was back on all fours, she urged the horse to run as many more Roman bands arrived to apprehend her for escaping. Whilst trying to keep up with Harald, Camicazi also had to keep an eye on the rooftops, she could see archers affixing arrows to their bows and aiming at her, the threat of being riddled with arrows caused Camicazi to drive her heels into her stolen mound's sides, effectively driving the horse to run faster.

Unfortunately, Camicazi's horse was struck down by arrows from the side. Neighing in agony, the horse bucked wildly and the heir to the Bog Burglars was hurled into the air and crashed down on the ground. Groaning in pain, Camicazi could see an advancing soldier with a sword in hand, she rolled away from their blade and proceeded to kick their left leg, causing them to stumble and drop their sword. Catching the sword while in the air, Camicazi turned to see another advancing soldier approaching her. Gritting her teeth, she proceeded to drive the blade in her hand through their middle. As the soldier's dying gurgles filled her ears, she took the sword that they had dropped and then proceeded to drive that blade through the back of their nape, killing them shortly thereafter.

A centurion soon arrived on the scene and he watched as Camicazi moved like a whirlwind while also cutting down his fellow Romans like wheat in harvest. Having enough of seeing his fellow Romans being cut down by this woman, the centurion drew his gladius and swung at Camicazi. Inhaling sharply, the Bog Burglar clashed blades with the centurion and then kicked him in the chest, sending him back.

"Not bad, for a barbarian whore," the centurion mocked. Whirling his blade, he then gave Camicazi a malicious grin. "You'll know your place after you receive fifty lashes for your sedition."

"Not today!"

Turning around, Camicazi saw Harald brake a phalanx of soldiers surrounding her from behind. He managed to grab one of the spears the soldiers had dropped and hurled it at the centurion, the long shaft embedded itself in the centurion's chest and protruded through his back, killing him in mere minutes.

Steering the horse towards Camicazi, Harald held a hand out for her. "Grab on!" Taking his hand, Harald hoisted her up on the horse with ease. Once she wrapped her arms around his torso, Harald urged the horse to ride. "HYAH!" The speed the horse was running brought tears to Camicazi's eyes, but she blinked them away and pointed towards the docks. Harald was fortunate to evade several arrows flying past him, he then turned his horse into a narrow alley that would lead them to the docks. Once exiting the alleyway, Harald and Camicazi dismounted the horse and blended in with the crowd, however, their worn-out clothes and grimy skin were a giveaway that they were slaves, so they needed to move quickly.

After narrow encounters with several groups of soldiers who were regrouping with the ones chasing them, Camicazi and Harald finally reached the docks. Once there, the Bog Burglar heir's mouth was agape as she laid eyes on an enormous bifurcated ship laced with huge metal spikes on the two fore sections. There are at least three levels, possibly more. The visible habitable area is covered with a teal-colored tent-like material. Whoever commanded this hulking beast of a ship was able to do so from the rear of the ship. By some unknown mechanism, the spiked fore sections are able to roll open and closed, allowing the smaller craft to sail into an open area of water surrounded by the ship.

"Harald! You're still alive, huh?"

A hulking man barked out in laughter, Harald too laughed and the two grasped each other's forearms. "For the moment, yes," the sudden exclamation of incoming soldiers ruined the moment, causing Harald to pat his friend. "We need to go, now. Tell her to prepare to set sail, now." Turning to Camicazi, Harald took her hand and led her up to the ship that was already disembarking from the docks. Once the ship was out of range from Roman archers, Harald laughed and clasped Camicazi's shoulders, exclaiming happily that they slipped through the Roman's fingers and escaped slavery.

"Harald!"

The crew of the ship who had gathered around all cleared a path for the captain of the ship to come down and greet Harald and Camicazi. The heir to Bog Burglar throne took in the captain's appearance. The captain was a woman who had medium-length black hair, tied up in multiple braids and plaits. She has a bronze-colored skin tone, white tribal face paint across the bridge of her nose, and a blue stripe down her mouth. She sports silver shoulder pads, and a long, simple navy blue robe-like dress, outlined with fringes of pale yellow. She wears sandals adorned with small blue beads and yellow scaled wrist guards that appear to be made from the scales of some kind of dragon. She wears a stout belt adorned with a large buckle, from which a large strip of tribal blue cloth hangs down between her legs to her feet. Her eyes are brown, and the same shade as her shin guards, which appear to be made from leather. And strapped to her back was an axe-like staff that bore a sizable jewel in the blade.

"And you are?"

Camicazi cleared her throat and answered the captain. "My name is Camicazi, daughter of Big Boobied Bertha, heir to the Bog Burglar throne," she then spoke urgently. "I need to return to Norway and warn my people of Rome's impending invasion—"

"Such a voyage will cost you, Camicazi," the captain said. "It will take weeks for us to return to the lands from which you hail."

"You will be well compensated for services, I assure you," Camicazi continued to plead. "The Romans are going to invade Scandinavia, and I must warn my people of the doom that Rome will bring. Please, take me to Scandinavia."

The crew looked to their captain, awaiting her answer. Conflicted with deciding whether or not to place her crew in the middle of a conflict between Vikings and Romans, the captain released a heavy sigh and nodded. "Very well," turning to her crew, the captain barked out. "Cast off! We sail to Scandinavia!" The crew dispersed and manned their stations.

"Thank you, captain..." Camicazi exhaled in gratitude before inquiring. "...I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"Nikora Stormheart," she then gestured to her ship. "Welcome aboard The Tempest. Harald will see to it that you're settled in and receive a bath and good food." Nikora soon dismissed herself while barking out orders to her crew.

Harald turned to Camicazi. "Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying."

While following Harald to her guest room, Camicazi turned around and took to see the Roman harbor getting further and further away with each passing moment. And although Camicazi could say that this would be the last time she would see the Romans, she knew otherwise. She needed to get back home to inform not only her tribe and mother, but also all of Scandinavia of the raging storm of armor, tyranny, and oppression that Rome would bring to her people.

The Viking people would need to come together and be prepared to expel Nihilus and legions from their homeland when the time came.

Septimus, the second-born child of Nihilus had only sought to bring his family honor and glory, and there was no better way of doing that than enlisting in his father's legion and ensuring Roman supremacy throughout the world. However, Septimus noted how his father favored his sister, Proxima, considerably more than him, undoubtedly because she was a woman within the Roman army and Nihilus wanted to ensure she was well trained and prepared to face whatever challenges she might face within their family legions as well as navigating through the political circles. Despite being proud that his sister had proven her worth and value with their family legions, Septimus couldn't help but feel envy toward Proxima, despite all his efforts to please his father and prove his worth to him, his efforts were eclipsed by Proxima's own.

"You seem troubled, my friend. What is it?"

Currently, Septimus roamed through the halls of his family villa alongside his closest friend, Felix, a man he loved like a brother. The two men had just finished having words with Rome's armorer, the one who provided every legion in the army or otherwise with armor, weapons, and equipment. Whilst his Nihilus was away ensuring that supplies ranging from livestock, grain, and medicine were prepared and transported to his warships, Septimus had been tasked to ensure his father's army was provided with the best-crafted armor and weapons. And Septimus had already brokered business with Rome's armorer, Paulus Sextius Paratus, the man, and those who were under his employ were well compensated for providing Rome's soldiers with the means of defending their fellow Romans and for waging war.

"Felix, I have followed my father's instructions to the letter by providing our legions with the finest armor, weapons, and means of waging war against the Viking people, and yet... I feel as though my labors will be nothing more than an afterthought in the eyes of my father—"

"Septimus, you already hold the title of Tribunus Laticlavius, second only to your father who stands as the Dominus of the legion. Yet you still doubt he belittles you? You have proven to him and to the other officers within the legion that you earned the title of Tribune," Felix narrowed his eyes while stating what was obvious. "Something else bothers you."

With a sigh, Septimus shrugged. "My sister, Proxima, she seems to have won the heart of my father in every aspect of life. Perhaps this is because my sister reminds my father of the grace, beauty, and fire of my mother, who as you and everyone else in Rome knows is no longer among the living. Perhaps this is the case, perhaps not. Either way, my father is grooming my sister to succeed him, of that, I'm certain," Septimus and Felix entered a balcony that had a breathtaking view of the city and countryside. A slave approached with a platter in their hands that held a vase of wine and two chalices, Septimus took one for himself and Felix took the other while the slave poured wine into both of their chalices. "We embark on the greatest conquest the likes of which Rome has never seen before, and this may be my chance to show my father that even though I may be the second born, I prove my worth by action and not by sentiments and affection the way my sister has."

"May you find the desire of your heart, brother," Felix said while raising his chalice. "And may your father acknowledge you and your efforts and properly reward you for keeping your envy and spite towards your sister at bay." Both men tapped their chalices and savored the crisp, rich wine.

"Septimus?"

"Here, father!"

Eventually, Nihilus found his son and Felix gestured for them both to follow him. "Another message from the emperor and Senate," he lifted a sealed parchment in his left hand.

"Dolphus and those old relics threaten to bury us beneath a storm of parchment," Septimus snorted.

"The emperor and Senate grow anxious for our troops to move from Field of Mars to the Barbaric Archipelago."

"They're not alone in such thought."

"Mmm, there are yet needs to be attended," Nihilus stated before cocking his head at his son. "How do stand we on account of arma?"

After taking another drink of wine, Septimus looked at Felix and smiled. "Felix and I have procured what you requested Paulus to craft," he then gave his father a reassuring grin. "You will be well pleased."

Pursing his lips, Nihilus hummed before giving his son a single pat on the shoulder. "Let us weigh the worth of your labors, and set achievement to the scale."

Upon meeting with Rome's armorer, Septimus, and Felix watched as Nihilus inspected what the armorer had to offer to the Legio I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles. The standard legionary armor was sleek black, the helmets had face masks to provide anonymity to the identity of the soldiers but also to invoke fear into the hearts of Rome's enemies. As for the centurions and other high-ranking officers in the legion, they too would wear the same sleek black armor though their helmets face masks would have figurative blood seeping from the eyes, another means of striking intimidation to the enemy. The armor had been crafted to be light as a feather but it would also serve its purpose in ensuring that those who wore it were protected.

"Vulcan himself couldn't have forged such glorious armor for such a noble cause."

Nihilus snorted softly before retorting. "It's a rare thing for such blasphemy to be proven in execution of skill, Paulus"

"I stand humbled by the praise of Nihilus Mallius Augustus."

Smirking, Nihilus set a well-crafted sword in his hand back on the table and inspected the armor his legions would wear. "You may dispense with the flattery," he then looked up at Paulus with a stern look. "Speak plainly, and see your words set towards an honest price."

"Ninety denarii," laughing lightly, Paulus gestured to the armor, equipment, and weaponry. "This is truly my finest offering, and I would see to it that you and your legions receive only the best of my offerings, old friend."

"And the cost of less divine spectacle?"

"One hundred and twenty denarii per soldier, fully equipped," the armorer said before looking to Septimus. "As agreed upon by your noble son."

Septimus pursed his lips and then shrugged at the gaze of his father. "It is a fair price, father," he then continued. "Not only is the armor lighter, but it will allow our legions to be more mobile and not be weighed down by their armor." Nodding, Nihilus inspected the armor he would wear and he found himself bewitched by both its beauty and ferocity. However, several footsteps approaching caused the men to look to the door and see Proxima accompanied by the slave overseer tasked with delivering Camicazi to the Ludus Magnus.

"Apologies for the interruption, father," Proxima's tone was serious as she continued. "But I bring urgent news."

Nodding, Nihilus looked to Paulus and gave him a firm nod. "Your terms are agreeable," he then gave a gesture to Septimus. "My son will conclude our business while I have words with my daughter."

Stepping outside to speak with his daughter, Nihilus caressed his daughter's cheek and gave her a smile. "Now, what is it you have to say, my dear?"

"I just returned from the marketplace where Janus and Flavius summoned me, they've informed me that they'll be dispatching Fat Counsel as well as a legion of the Imperial Praetorian Guard to accompany us on our campaign, a safeguard to ensure we don't conspire against the two heirs of the throne," Nihilus cursed under his breath at this news, he knew that many within his ranks wished to see the emperor's spawn dead, for they were the invisible rot that was eating away the Empire and if they were allowed to fester, it would be the total end of the Roman Empire. Proxima then continued. "To make matters worse, the overseer tasked with delivering Camicazi to the Ludus Magnus escaped along with another slave, despite the soldier's efforts to prevent their escape, they were too late to stop it."

Inhaling sharply, Nihilus looked to the overseer and drew a pugio dagger, and pressed the blade to the overseer's throat, causing him to cry out in fear. He then hissed in a low tone. "You allowed the Viking to escape?"

"D-Dominus, she was secured—"

"Clearly not!" He boomed out, causing the overseer to close his eyes and shrink back in fear. Nihilus then bore his teeth. "Your services are no longer required, overseer." Without pity or mercy, Nihilus slit the overseer's throat open from ear to ear, a geyser of blood sprayed out of his neck and the overseer fell face first on the floor, squirming for a short while until he was dead.

Grimacing at the sight, Proxima snapped her fingers, and several slaves soon came to dispose of the body and wash away the blood staining the floor. She then turned back to her father with concern in her voice. "If Camicazi returns to her people, they will have time to prepare for our invasion and see to it that the dragoons are kept from our grasp."

"Agreed," Nihilus grunted while cleaning the blood of the overseer off of his pugio. "I will ensure our legions are prepared to set sail as soon as possible." Once sheathing his dagger, Nihilus placed a hand on Proxima's shoulder. "Ready yourself, my child. Soon, we will face a formidable people who will fight us tooth and nail to ensure their way of life is preserved. If the Viking people refuse to submit to the eagle of Rome, we will bring them to heel by any means necessary." Giving her a kiss on the forehead, Nihilus then left to convene with his fellow commanders and inform them of the news Proxima had brought to him.

Septimus and Felix soon joined Proxima and watched as Nihilus left, the two siblings shared a look before Septimus inquired. "What's happened?"

"Come," Proxima urged her brother and Felix to follow her. "I'll tell you everything."

(New Berk)

As dawn's light shone over New Berk, the villagers were roused from their slumber to begin the day's work; farmers took to their fields and prepared to plow, and fisherman readied their nets and bait while making their way down to their boats which were tied at the docks. Every Hairy Hooligan had a duty to the village and they were more than happy to contribute their trade and craft for the good of the village.

Within the Haddock household, Heather awoke to the delicious smell of food. As she got out of her bed, her mind went back to last night and what she saw. Her cheeks turned crimson remembering how Hiccup and Astrid's toned, sweaty bodies entwined together. She also remembered Astrid looking at her dead in the eye through the keyhole of their bedroom door. Not only did being discovered by Astrid nearly strike her down dead from sheer horror, but that horror was replaced by elation when both Hiccup and Astrid spoke of having fun with Heather, it made the raven-haired beauty laugh softly to herself in disbelief, even now, she feared her friends would think she was mad for having such feelings for them, those fears were reduced to ash upon hearing Hiccup and Astrid's desires for her last night.

And Hiccup didn't have responsibilities to attend to as chief today. That meant he and Astrid could tell and show her exactly how they felt towards her.

Eventually, the desire for food drove Heather to finish dressing and make her way downstairs. She was greeted to the lovely sight of Hiccup finishing the morning cooking, Valka cradled a still sleeping Zephyr on the chief's chair, and Astrid was preparing freshly brewed ale.

"Good morning, Heather," Valka greeted with a smile. "Would you care to join us?"

"I'd be honored."

As Hiccup placed plates of food on the table, he smirked at Heather. "I know you're capable when it comes to cooking, Heather, but I think I may have you beat when it comes to this dish," he then extended a hand out to his plate. "This is salmon on toast with poached egg and apple slices on the side."

"Impressive," Heather praised while returning Hiccup's playful smirk. "But looks can be deceiving. Let's see if it tastes as good as it looks."

Hiccup's cooking exceeded Heather's expectations, she praised him for preparing such a meal, but the chief merely shook his head and boasted that he could make a far better morning meal than what was before them, not that Heather or any of the three remaining Haddock women in the room had any complaints, they all ate happily. After having their fill of food, Valka and Zephyr shared temporary farewell hugs and kisses with both Hiccup and Astrid before taking their leave, the older Haddock would take Berk's future chieftess out in the forest to learn how to live off the land, train her how to fight as well as defend herself, and how to improve her skills with trapping. Once his mother and daughter were gone, Hiccup and Astrid got to work on cleaning the plates and forks they had used to eat. Heather helped clean their drinking horns, and once their utensils were cleaned, Heather noted Astrid smirking at her, causing her to blush and recall she had been caught spying on them having sex last night.

"Hiccup, I think it's time we talked with Heather, don't you think?"

Turning to his wife, Hiccup returned her smirk. "If you're implying we talk to Heather about our shared feelings for her, then yes, it's time that we talked with her," he then chuckled at the furiously blushing Heather. "It's alright, Heather, don't be afraid. Let's sit down and talk." As Hiccup sat down in his chief's chair, Astrid sat in her chair as well, Heather seated herself on the settee that had thick bear fur blankets and pillows placed on it.

"So, when exactly did your feelings for the two of us bloom?" Astrid inquired curiously before continuing. "Because back at Dragon's Edge, you and Fishlegs seemed like you would be together. But then again, you decided to join Dagur and reunify the Berserker people and find a new place to call home."

Nodding, Heather shrugged. "I... I don't know when my feelings for the two of you began exactly," she confessed truthfully. "Maybe they began from the moment we met back on Old Berk and continued to grow after reuniting at the Edge, but once we went our separate ways after dealing with Johann, Krogan, and the Dragon Hunters, those feelings became a raging inferno within me. You two were on my mind constantly, after being separated for so long, I had chosen to leave my brother and people to be with the two people that I love in Midgard." She then gave Berk's rulers a curious look. "So, you both have feelings for me too, when exactly did that happen?"

"Well, uh, I suppose when you tried knocking me and Toothless out of the sky with a tree when you and Windshear were out sinking ships," Hiccup's confession made both Astrid and Heather laugh. Once the two women's laughter had ceased, Hiccup chuckled before continuing. "But perhaps what made me have feelings for you was knowing that you were out there, alone. Even though you had Windshear, you were alone, and... I know what that's like, everyone knows of my reputation before I turned our world upside down."

"Thank the gods that you did that, otherwise, I might have been married off to some fool that I wouldn't love or care for," Astrid reached out for her husband's hand and laced their fingers together. She then looked at Heather and smiled lightly. "Well, our relationship started great," her tone dripped with sarcasm, causing Heather to chuckle and remember when she and Astrid were at each other's throats when they were younger but she also smiled remembering that they became friends despite lying, trying to take Stormfly away from Astrid, and trying to deliver the Book of Dragons to Alvin the Treacherous so that her adoptive parents would be returned to her. "I suppose I developed feelings for you back when you were trying to dismantle the Dragon Hunters from within and gain Viggo's trust. Despite all the sneaking around and lying, it brought us closer."

Recalling those times, Heather smiled and then bit her lower lip. "Well, now that we all know of when our feelings for each other bloomed, what do we do now?"

Hiccup and Astrid shared a smile before rising from their seats and giving Heather a head gesture, silently telling her to follow them as they ascended upstairs. With each step, Heather felt her heart beating faster, she could feel her legs shaking, and her breath hitched when she saw the coy looks in Hiccup and Astrid's eyes.

"Odin, help me," Heather murmured to herself.

Before she knows it, Heather's naked and gently lowered onto her back on the bed of Berk's rulers, her legs dangling off the edge from the knees down. Hiccup and Astrid too are naked, and they lie on either side of her and she then feels each of them suck on one of her already very erect nipples. Heather soon cries out lustily at the sensation, never having experienced anything quite like it before. She wrapped her arms around Hiccup and Astrid, cradling them both to her chest as they sucked on her nipples and kissed her breasts eagerly, their hands still busily playing with her plush mounds. The suckling and licking seemed to go on forever, but then she feels Astrid start to trail her kisses down her toned body. The sensation of Astrid's tongue and lips on her body caused Heather to squirm in anticipation as she feels those lips caress her taut belly, slowly trailing kisses over her waist, hips, and pelvis while that prolific tongue licks and caresses her flesh along the way, making her shiver. She feels Astrid's hands grab her thighs and push her legs apart, sending a chill up her spine and pulling a gasp from between her lips. By the time the other woman is kissing her inner thighs, Heather is panting, feeling absolutely defenseless, vulnerable, and yet, oh so aroused.

Her body is trembling by the time Astrid started to lick at the soft, warm, wet folds of her womanhood, the moist touch of the blond's tongue draws a mewling moan from the back of Heather's throat. She reaches down with both hands and combs her hands through Astrid's rich mane of blond hair. All this while, Hiccup has continued to suckle on Heather's nipples, kissing her breasts all over, his hands and mouth trying desperately to make up for the loss of Astrid's ministrations on her upper body, and the chief of Berk was doing a pretty good job, in Heather's opinion. He rubbed and pinched one nipple while licking and sucking on the other, switching back and forth frequently, making the raven-haired woman shiver and cry out in elation. Heather could feel Astrid gripping her legs and throwing them over her shoulders while delving deeper into her vulva, devouring her like she's been deprived of food. After pulling away from her breasts, Hiccup captured Heather's lips for a passionate kiss, causing the raven-haired beauty to moan into his mouth and return his kiss.

Astrid's ministrations suddenly came to an abrupt stop, causing Heather to mewl in disappointment and disbelief. Looking down at the blond between her legs, Heather watched as Astrid backed away and licked her lips which still held Heather's nectar on them. "I want to watch you mount my husband and ride him like a dragon that needs training," both Hiccup and Heather's breath hitched at Astrid's words. The chieftess looked to her husband with a grin. "Go on, babe. Let Heather ride your cock."

"Your wish is my command, Milady,"

Hiccup was caught off guard when Heather forced him onto his back and the bed, looking up at the raven-haired beauty in surprise. Heather smiled warmly at her new lover, placing her hands on his firm chest, she then reached down to take hold of his cock and aligned it with her sopping folds before slowly lowering herself down on him, causing both of them to moan in delight. Once Heather was accustomed to the Hiccup's cock inside, which was impressive in both size and girth, she began to ride him. Hiccup groaned aloud, eyes temporarily closing before he forced them open so he could watch Heather ride him with a strong purpose. Her full breasts swayed back and forth, those bewitching eyes of hers were closed, her beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, and her mouth was agape each time Hiccup's cock rubbed along her insides.

Heather focused her attention on the rhythmic movement of her hips, moving them back and forth to create the wonderful friction slowly pushing her to her peak. Heather threw her head back and played with her breasts. Hiccup couldn't resist, so he joined his new lover by groping her breasts as they bounced, rubbing his fingers over her nipples. Hiccup growled in arousal at the erotic sight of Heather riding him like a wild stallion she was trying to control. She glanced down at him, licking her dry lips and giving him such a seductive grin. Spurred on by Heather's coy look, Hiccup thrust upwards harder and faster, making her bounce on him and scream out his name once again.

"H-Hiccup!"

"Tell me what you want, Heather." He teased her.

"Take me!" She screamed in ecstasy. "I want you to take me!"

"Yeah? You like my cock inside you, Heather?"

Nodding furiously, Heather rode Hiccup harder and then ran her hands through her hair while closing her eyes, her mouth agape as her moans filled the air. The sight of her made Hiccup grasp her hips and thrust inside with ferocity. Astrid, who was watching the lewd display was beyond aroused, and though she wanted to join them, she knew she would have her chance soon enough.

Suddenly, Hiccup felt her body jerk and shake again on top of him before she finally collapsed, breathing heavily. Hiccup felt her wetness soak his cock, signaling to him that she was riding through another climax. Hiccup continued to pump his cock into her before spurting ropes of seed inside her and causing him to moan raggedly. After savoring the sensation of Hiccup's seed inside her, Heather finally seemed to calm down and lift herself off his cock, a small trail of his seed leaked out of her vulva while Heather caught her breath.

She wiped away a strand of hair that clung to her sweaty face. ''That was... amazing," she laughed breathlessly. Looking into Hiccup's eyes, she caressed his face lovingly and leaned down to peck his lips. "I love you, Hiccup." She then looked to Astrid who had been silently watching her husband entwine with another woman, the scent of her arousal and dilated pupils told Heather that she had enjoyed what she had seen a great deal. The raven-haired beauty then smiled at Astrid. "I love you too, Astrid," she then extended a hand out for the chieftess, which she gladly took. "Ever since I learned of my feelings for the both of you, I've dreamt of nothing but being by your side."

Lifting their interlocked hands to her lips, Astrid kissed Heather's knuckles and cooed against her ear. "Now you can," she then looked to her husband. "Not that we're no strangers to breaking the rules, but having sex with Heather outside of wedlock would be frowned upon. Why not make her a Haddock?"

Hiccup nearly choked on his breath, but Heather smiled at Astrid's proposal. The raven-haired beauty looked at Berk's chief and spoke her mind. "I didn't sail from Berserker Island to New Berk just to satisfy my sexual desires. I'd be honored to be your second wife if you want to go through with Astrid's proposal. After all, many Viking leaders in Scandinavia have more than one wife."

The prospect of having a second wife never crossed Hiccup's mind before, after all, Astrid was the love of his life. But Hiccup would be lying if he said he didn't feel anything for Heather ever since she had washed up on the shores of Old Berk all those years ago, but what he felt towards Heather was a sisterly friendship. Now that he's had sex with her, Hiccup knew that it would be wise not only to take Heather as his second wife, but a marriage between the two of them would make their alliance with Dagur and the Berserkers stronger.

"Alright. Heather, would you do me the honor and—"

"Of course, I'll marry you," she beamed while leaning down to kiss her forehead. Heather then raised a questioning eyebrow at Berk's chief. "Tell me, is this strategic or because you want to give yourself a chance to love me the way you love Astrid?"

Reaching up to tuck a strand of ebony hair behind her ear, Hiccup smiled at Heather. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you, and it would be unfair to you that I didn't try and match the love you have for me the same way I love Astrid," he then looked to Astrid with a raised eyebrow. "What do you say?"

"You said it yourself, you've already slept with Heather, and it wouldn't be fair if you used her just for sexual gratification and not try to show her the love she has for the both of us," smiling, Astrid continued. "At least Heather isn't a stranger from another village or tribe. The rift between us will eventually be filled in the coming months. But we can make up for lost time in each other's arms and reforging our companionship."

"Sounds like a plan."

Hiccup then wrapped an arm around each woman's hips and pulled them down with him, causing them both to shriek out in laughter. Eventually, the laughter Hiccup and Astrid incited out of Heather soon turned into moans and whimpers of pleasure throughout the night.

After all, it had been years since Hiccup and Astrid had seen the raven-haired beauty, and they had a lot of catching up to do.

A/N: This was only a taste, the sex between Hiccup, Astrid, and Heather will be more detailed and longer, I promise! Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and I'll see you in the next update.