A/N: Welcome to Love and War! This is the threesome story between Hiccup x Astrid x Heather. Alright, this story takes place three years after Httyd 3, Hiccup and Astrid are married, they have Zephyr and Nuffink will be born soon enough. So, in this story, a surviving sect of the Roman Empire had managed to survive and prosper throughout the centuries, now the newly arisen Roman Empire sends a vast, ruthless campaigning legion to Scandinavia to procure wealth, slaves, resources, and round up dragons and adding them into their army as war beasts. I considered writing a story during 9 AD when Arminius was a Roman officer and later a chieftain of the Germanic Cherusci tribe, but instead, Hiccup is offered as a sacrifice to ensure Berk is at peace with Rome, he's taken to the capital of this ancient superpower, raised as a Roman and then returns twenty years later to spread tyranny throughout his homeland. I considered the prospect, but I think my idea is better. Anyway, with that being said, let's begin!
(Normal pov— New Berk)
A Berserker longboat was nearing Monolithic Island, or New Berk, home of the Hairy Hooligans. Ever since the dragons had to depart their bonded Viking companions, everyone had to return to sailing instead of riding on dragons. Especially when a former dragon rider was at the front of the longboat, looking out ahead as New Berk finally came into view. This dragon rider was, Heather the Unhinged, sister of Dagur the Deranged, and next in line to the Berserker throne. In truth, despite leaving the dragon riders of Berk all those years after the war with the Dragon Hunters, Heather had missed her old friends a great deal, especially Hiccup and Astrid. News of their wedding spread like wildfire throughout Scandinavia, and no one was happier than Heather, not that she was surprised, those two were fated to become one, it was only a matter of time. She wished that she could've participated in the wedding ceremony that had been thrown in Hiccup and Astrid's honor, but matters of the Berserker throne had demanded her attention, much to Heather's annoyance. Throughout the years, Heather felt as if she had no purpose in her brothers' kingdom, of course, she held position and power, but Heather hadn't found true happiness in the shadow of Dagur and Mala's reign, aside from watching over her brother's two children, Dak and Leyla. Being among her real people and family was something Heather was truly grateful for, she thanked the Æsir that was no longer alone. Although she was surrounded by her fellow Berserkers, friends, and family, Heather had yet to take a husband of her own and have children with, many Viking tribes had offered their eligible sons, yet Heather either found her suitors insufferable or dull. Previously, she held affection for Fishlegs Ingerman during the war with the Dragon Hunters, but after hearing that the knowledgable man she favored years prior had married Ruffnut Thorston, it came as a shock and surprise to Heather, she was happy for them both, truly, but that familiar pang of loneliness struck Heather in the gut.
After much thought and consideration, Heather had decided to renounce her claim to the Berserker throne, much to everyone's shock, especially Dagur, who begged his sister to reconsider her choice, but it was like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands. Heather took what belongings she had, said farewell to her family and friends, and set out to New Berk in the hopes of living among the Hairy Hooligans and being reunited with her former dragon rider friends. The voyage had given Heather much time to ponder whether or not she was making a mistake or not, she had everything she could ask for in the Berserker kingdom, true. However, Heather has had Hiccup and Astrid on her mind for years, she had seen how her two friends had finally tied the knot and became one back at Dragon's Edge, and even though Heather had admitted to Astrid she harbored affection for Fishlegs, she secretly held even greater affection for Hiccup. From the moment they met back on Old Berk, Heather, although she was in league with the Outcasts to try and save her adoptive parents, she had found Hiccup's personality and character to be sweet, and her affection for Hiccup had been planted for the moment they got to get to know each other back then. Those feelings only intensified back during the war with the Dragon Hunters, even though she held feelings for Hiccup, she knew that he and Astrid were fated to be together, even when they denied such things.
It wasn't just Hiccup that Heather held affection for, but she harbored feelings for Astrid as well, which had come as a shock to her, at first, but after realizing that she had much in common with the finest shield maiden in Norway, those feelings settled and merged with her feelings for Hiccup, too. Heather knew that it wasn't uncommon for some Vikings to be attracted to the same sex, she had a female friend back in her brother's kingdom who preferred women over men, so it wasn't uncommon in their world, but it was still somewhat foreign to Heather. Of course, Heather's relationship with Astrid was... complicated. Especially when they were younger, the two of them were not fond of each other, especially Astrid, but they managed to work things out in the end. And upon reuniting during the founding of Dragon's Edge, they built their relationship as friends, and although her allegiance to the Dragon Hunters was a ruse, they fought to ensure she was trusted among those who would eradicate the dragons they've come to bond with. Eventually, all hostility between Heather and Astrid was dissolved, aside from Hiccup, Heather was Astrid's closest friend in Midgard. The trust that Astrid placed in Heather was something that the ebony-haired beauty cherished, and she dared not to abuse that trust in any possible way.
So here she was, about to be reunited with two people she has deeply missed over the years and had wanted to visit, but was unable to, due to responsibilities to the Berserker kingdom or otherwise. The thought of seeing Hiccup and Astrid again made Heather's heart hammer in her chest, a smile graced her beautiful face, it had been far too long since they last saw each other, and Heather intended to have a proper reunion soon enough.
"Lady Heather, we're prepared to dock!"
Pulled out of her thoughts by one of her fellow Berserkers, Heather turned to them and nodded. Looking back in front of her, Heather saw several harbor patrol ships sailing around New Berk's base. One of the ships pulled up next to the Berserker longboat, and upon stating her business as to why she had come all this way, Heather was granted to enter the harbor. As her ship docked, Heather grabbed her belongings while stepping out of the boat with a relieved sigh, gods, even though it had been three years since the dragons had to depart from their Viking companions, Heather still wasn't fond of traveling via ships. Regardless, she was now at New Berk, and eager to be reunited with her old friends as well as the Hairy Hooligans' chief and chieftess, who she both held close to her heart.
One of the Berserkers stepped out of the longboat and stood by Heather's side. "Lady Heather, the voyage has been long, and taxing to the crew, perhaps it would be best to ask Chief Hiccup for our crew to retire here for the night before we sail back to Berserker Island,"
"Yes, of course," Heather turned to her fellow Berserker and smiled. "Gather our crew, we'll speak with Hiccup together."
Once the Berserkers had secured their longship, they were greeted by Bucket and Mulch, the two men laid eyes on Heather and smiled at her in greetings. "Well now, it's been a long time since we've seen you, lass!" Bucket exclaimed excitedly. "Good to see you again, Heather!" The man stepped forward to hug Heather, causing her to laugh, yet she returned the man's hug.
"It's good to see you too, Bucket," when he broke their embrace, Mulch stepped forward with a smile. "Mulch, good to see you."
"You too, Heather," he then gently scratched his cheek with his hook before inquiring. "What brings you out here?"
Clearing her throat, Heather revealed her purpose for being here. "Hiccup and Astrid. I... I missed them, and I wanted to come here to catch up, and to inquire if they're fine with me living among the Hairy Hooligans," she then smiled softly. "Are they here?"
"Aye. Come along, lass," Mulch said. "We'll take you and your companions to them."
Astrid Haddock emerged out of a crystal clear lake that contained a waterfall, it was her favorite place to bathe and wash away a hard day's work or to start the day. When she had woken up, Hiccup was already gone, his duties as chief had required him to rise before dawn, leaving Astrid and his daughter Zephyr alone for the time being. While continuing to bathe pleasantly, a smile graced Astrid's face when her thoughts turned towards Zephyr, her firstborn child. After the death of Grimmel the Grisly and the Northern Alliance's utter defeat, the two of them finally entered a Viking union and became husband and wife. Their wedding night had been wild, passionate, and utterly blissful. Such memories made Astrid bite her lower lip and chuckle to herself, they had poured out their love into each other all that night, making love nonstop, it was the greatest time of Astrid's life, without a doubt.
Then Zephyr was born after nine months of pregnancy, mood swings, abnormal cravings for food she typically wouldn't find herself eating, as well as aches and discomfort. But all the pain she had endured carrying the child in her womb was worth it, when Zephyr had been born, Astrid had never seen anything more beautiful than her daughter. Hiccup too was overjoyed at the sight of their child, he couldn't stop smiling, he praised Astrid for enduring through the pregnancy and promised to protect their child with his life if such circumstances arose.
While rinsing the soaps and ointments off her skin as well as hair, the blond warrior tread through the water and towards the edge of the lake, where fresh clothes and a thick fur cloak awaited her. Once she reached the edge of the lake, she felt something in her gut, an instinct that told her that she was being watched. Looking towards the forest in front of her, Astrid emerged out of the water, stark naked, and reached for her trusty axe. However, Astrid lowered her weapon and smiled at the sight of her husband approaching her.
"Good morning, Milady," he then crouched down to retrieve the thick fur cloak off the grass and opened it up for her to cover her nudity. Smiling, Astrid stepped forward and allowed her husband to wrap the cloak around her body, she then smiled when Hiccup embraced her from behind, inhaling her scent and murmuring. "By the gods, you're so beautiful, Astrid."
Pushing back against him, Astrid turned her head, nuzzling against her cheek. "So you remind me, repeatedly," she then giggled when Hiccup began kissing along her neck while also caressing her sides, which were ticklish to the blond. "Have, ah! Y-You come to tease me, or... have you come for something else?"
"Mmm, I just wanted to get away from the duties of chief for a moment, and to be with my wife. Is that so wrong?" Hiccup challenged before looking into Astrid's azure eyes, which burned with love and desire for him.
"You are Chief, after all, you can do whatever you want," Astrid then pushed back against him, grinding her backside against his groin, causing Hiccup to groan in arousal. "And as Chief, you can do whatever you to your people: subject them to tyranny, respect, or with love. What will you subject me to, dear husband?"
"Love," his answer was immediate and firm. "Would you have me treat you in any other way?" Hiccup then let out a surprised yelp when Astrid pulled away from him and then shoved him to the ground. Laughing at his wife's coy smirk, Hiccup raised a questioning eyebrow. "Throwing me down for a quick hump?"
Shrugging off her fur cloak, Astrid's nudity was bare once again, Hiccup eyed his wife with blatant desire as she mounted him and layer against him. The two Haddocks fell back together in the grass; their bodies meshed perfectly together as they did so. Hiccup's leather-clad chest was squeezed hard against his wife's breast, and as she landed atop him she pressed her mouth eagerly against his own. With Hiccup laying on his back, he could do little more than let his beautiful, yet fierce wife takes the reigns; and he witnessed her usual indomitable spirit from a much more pleasant angle when they would make love. She was just as determined and fierce in the middle of a kiss as she was in the middle of an argument, and Hiccup was left wrestling with her mighty tongue as she eagerly took what she desired. Her strong, toned frame pressed itself hard against Hiccup's own, and as their mouths continued to press against each other, Astrid slid herself into a mounting position against her husband.
Hiccup groaned at the feel of his wife's wet slit against the length of his thick, throbbing cock, and as soon as his voice echoed from deep inside his throat the young woman separated their lips, gazing down at her husband with a coy smirk playing on her face.
"You like the feel of that, hmm, Chief?"
His title slipped from her lips as teasingly as ever, but for the first time, it wasn't offered with bitterness and resentment. Astrid moved her hands to lower Hiccup's leather pants, freeing his confined cock, and making him groan in relief. Once his lower half was exposed, Astrid lowered a hand down to grab Hiccup at the base of his shaft, and her hips rolled back and forth, smearing her arousal over him. She coated his length with her sopping sex, and with every rub and gyration, Hiccup could feel just how warm his wife's sex was, and he groaned pleasantly.
"Do you want to take your wife, Hiccup? Do you want to plant your seed in my womb once again and ensure your bloodline is secured?"
Astrid smiled at her husband as his breath hitched, he didn't need to say anything, his eyes held the answer she desired. In that moment, Hiccup growled in arousal and suddenly grabbed his wife's pert rear and rolled them around, taking the teasing position out of her hands. In an instant, Astrid was on her back on the grass, her legs dangling in the air as her husband pushed his hips forward, sliding straight into her folds. Astrid threw her head back and moaned in delight as they were joined once again, and her nails drug deep lines against her husband's back, though he didn't feel anything since he was still clothed.
"O-Oh, Hiccup!" She moaned, her sex tightening around her husband's throbbing cock. With every inch of Hiccup deep inside of her, Astrid was left with her head swimming, her walls struggling to keep every inch of her husband inside her. Every motion of his length, her husband reached deep into her walls and left the blond warrior reeling in delight; biting down on her bottom lip and simply experiencing the thrill of being intimate out in the open, where anyone could stumble upon them. Hiccup just smirked as Astrid clung to him, her nails digging into his leather armor and her legs slowly moving to wrap around his waist. After taking a moment to collect herself, Astrid opened her eyes once more, and gazed into her husband's eyes while she whispered with a naughty, heated voice to her lips. "Go on, Chief, plant your seed inside me."
"With pleasure, Milady," Hiccup responded with a smirk and slapped his hands against the sides of Astrid's pert rear. He slowly began to thrust against his wife, pulling in and out of her tight, warm grip that she was all too eager to provide. Each time their hips crashed together the sound of flesh slapping and their moans of bliss echoed over their tiny, secluded lake, drowned out only by the sound of the waterfall.
Despite the burden of being chief on his shoulders, Hiccup was grateful that the gods had given him Astrid. Little did Hiccup, however, that the gods would bless him further, in the form of an old friend.
"Chief Hiccup? Chief Hiccup, are you there?"
Both Hiccup and Astrid moaned in disbelief that their intimate moment was being interrupted. They quickly, yet regretfully pulled away from each other and scrambled off the ground as they could hear the voices of their bodyguards drawing closer. Once concealing their exposed flesh, Hiccup and Astrid laid eyes on Äila Wiegs, the head of their bodyguards, she had light blond hair which was in a braided Mohawk hairstyle, and her cyan blue eyes glimmered in the morning sun as she laid eyes on Berk's rulers. Like the rest of the Haddocks' bodyguards, Äila wore dark brown and black leather armor, a wolf fur cloak draped over her shoulders, and she wore wild fur laced boots. She was accompanied by two other guards, who were catching their breath after hearing about their surprise visitor.
"Äila, what can we do for you?"
Turning to her chieftess, Äila could see the blush on Astrid's cheeks and noted the bulge in her chief's pants, telling her that her leaders were having an intimate moment. Clearing her throat, Äila spoke. "Apologies for my brash interruption, but Bucket and Mulch have spread the word that a Berserker longboat docked at the harbor not long ago," she then continued. "It's not Dagur, but his sister, Heather."
Sharing a surprised look, both Hiccup and Astrid raced passed their guards and made their way to the village. If Heather was here, then they required a proper reunion, it had been far too long since they last saw each other.
"Heather? Is that you?"
"It is! Oh, it's been too long!"
"Whoa, the Pretty One has returned to grace us with her presence."
"Finally, it took you long enough to come and visit us!"
Heather was surrounded by her friends they all hugged her, the Berserker smiled as she savored the reunion. Ruffnut was right, it had taken her long enough to come and visit them. Once Heather broke away from her friend's embrace, she smiled warmly at them. "So, how are you guys enjoying New Berk?"
"It's bigger, better, and more spacious, that's for sure," Fishlegs said with a smile. "But it's not the same without the dragons."
"Right? Of course, all the walking has been keeping this alluring body as fit as fiddle," Snotlout boasted while flexing and winking at Heather, causing her to roll her eyes and groan lightly in annoyance. "But anyway, why haven't you come to visit sooner?" He then asked with genuine curiosity.
"Yeah, you could've joined us in our Dragon Racing!" Tuffnut exclaimed. "Imagine it, Windshear and Heather would've been fierce competition."
"Aside from Astrid, there wasn't much competition, to begin with, brother," Ruffnut snickered. "Because these two were like dogs trying to gain my affection."
Snotlout scoffed while grumbling to yourself. "And you chose Fishlegs over me," he then looked to Heather with a coy grin. "What do you say, wanna become—"
"Tempting, but I'll pass," Heather said firmly, smirking at Snoutlout's pouting face. "Besides, I'm here because I wanted to live amongst you guys."
"Heather?"
Said woman turned and beamed at the sight of Hiccup and Astrid who had looks of shock etched on their faces, but they too beamed and rushed over to their old friend. Laughing, Astrid sprinted towards Heather to wrap her arms around her old friend in a warm embrace, one that Heather happily returned.
"Oh, Heather, it's so good to see you!" Astrid sighed after pulling from the embrace, she eyed Heather from head to toe and grinned. "You look well."
"I am now, especially now that I'm reunited with you guys," she then looked to Hiccup and noted his handsome features, his beautiful eyes swelled with joy at the sight of her as he too closed the gap between them and wrapped her in his arms, causing Heather to laugh in happiness and return Hiccup's embrace.
"Heather, it's been too long. We were beginning to think we'd never see you again."
Humming in agreement against his neck, Heather pulled back and smiled. "Well, here I am," she smirked while extending her arms out. Hiccup chuckled and watched as Heather tucked in a strand of her black hair behind her ear.
"Come on, let's head to the Great Hall, we can have a proper reunion there," Hiccup said with a smile, causing butterflies to swarm in Heather's belly. "Your crew are welcome to join us, if they wish."
"I appreciate that Hiccup, thank you," Heather urged her fellow Berserkers to follow as they made their way to the Great Hall. Licking her lips, Heather then asked carefully. "So, how goes being chief? Now that Stoick is..."
Turning to his old friend, Hiccup smiled sadly while gesturing to the Great Hall. "We'll talk about that and everything that followed after that around a warm meal," he then playfully nudged her. "It's good to see you again, Heather."
"Likewise, you have no idea how much I've missed you guys," Heather then looked to Astrid and the rest of the gang and grinned. "I can't wait to catch up."
(Unknown location)
In a land far from Scandinavia, there was a civilization that had been wiped off the face of the earth long ago by barbarians or otherwise. This civilization once ruled the ancient world, it spread from North Africa to the isles of Britain through domination, tyranny, and blood. This civilization was the Roman Empire, it was once the greatest civilization the ancient world had ever seen, but after centuries of battling barbarians, the Roman Empire began to slowly decay due to their lack of men capable of fighting those who would see than dead and due to the lack of wealth needed to fund their expansion.
Now, after centuries in the shadows, a sect of Romans that had managed to survive the destruction their forefathers endured had risen like a Phoenix from the ashes, and had returned to reclaim the world and build it in their image. These Romans that survived throughout the centuries were descended from the western Empire, their capital city was Ravenna, and it was once under the rule of Valentinian III. Now, centuries later, these Romans had crowned a new emperor, Dolphus Cadmus, he had been one to lead these survivors back to their western roots, those that occupied Rome and the territories in the west were either eliminated, or forced into submission, or had become slaves. With the birthplace of their ancestors now back in theirs, the Romans began to spread, they had secured excellent trade relations to fuel their civilization with the necessities they needed to live, but now they had their sights set on lands beyond Rome. Within the city of Rome itself, the Roman Senate had gathered to discuss a plan of action concerning expansion, the emperor was among them, and they had been talking for hours about where to send their legions.
"We have come too far and sacrificed too much only to stop now! If we do not decide where to send our legions and expend, everything we have done to revive our empire will have been for nothing!"
"The world has changed during these past few centuries, my fellows, we must be wise in where to send our campaigning legions, lest we provoke a civilization mightier than our own."
"We are Romans! We go wherever we wish and those who resist us will pay most severely."
Eventually, the emperor held a hand out, silencing the bickering and chatter that had been going on for hours. Rising from his throne, Emperor Dolphus addressed the Senate. "Senators, we are faced with a difficult choice, and it's a choice that will ultimately decide the fate of our future as a people and the fate of Rome," the senators all hummed and murmured words of agreement, the emperor spoke the truth. "Our beloved capital city is still undergoing repairs, those who occupied Rome in our absence were insolent and were unworthy of the hallowed ground which they tread. But now that we, the rightful occupants of Rome have reclaimed what was once our ancestors, we must ensure we eclipse them all. The Empire made mistakes in the past: we fought in Germania and Britannia for too long, those campaigns were ordered by Augustus and Nero, and they poured too much of the previous Empire's wealth into those tiresome campaigns, which ultimately led to the beginning of the end of the previous Empire. We cannot afford to make the same mistake, wherever we deploy our legions, we must ensure we conquer these lands swiftly."
"And where exactly do you suggest we deploy our legions, sire?"
Turning to the nearest senator, Emperor Dolphus smirked. "Scandinavia. A land far from here, these lands harbor savage, animalistic people called... Vikings," everyone gathered murmured amongst themselves. The prisoners they had locked away had informed of the many different peoples that they encountered throughout the years, the Vikings being one of them. The Romans were informed that the Vikings were capable warriors with ferocious reputations and that they rode dragons, of course, the Romans found this utterly absurd, they had never laid eyes on dragons, they were creatures of legends and mythology. However, when various traders had offered rare, exotic dragons to the emperor for his coliseum, the Romans began to consider the prospect that there were more dragons in the world, and upon inquiring where more dragons could be found, every trader said that there was an abundance of dragons in Scandinavia, home of the Vikings.
"If Scandinavia plays host to barbarian warriors and dragons, we will need to deploy our fiercest legion," Emperor Dolphus turned to another senator who spoke up. "And there's only one man capable within the Empire of leading the desired legion into this foreign land." The Senate all hummed in agreement, the man they spoke of was the finest warrior in Rome, he was also one of the wealthiest men in the Empire he can raise an army of highly disciplined and skilled fighting men in a matter of days. And with his resources, his men are fully equipped to embark on a command, should the emperor and Senate command it.
Acknowledging the Senate, the emperor turned to his Praetorian Guards and snapped his fingers. "Bring him in before us," the guards bowed their heads and left to fetch their greatest warrior. Eventually, the doors to the Senator's chambers opened, revealing a tall, well-built man. He had raven black hair, and amber-colored eyes and no facial hair was seen on his chiseled face. The man wore elegant robes around his body and black leather sandals on his feet. Now standing before the Senate and the emperor, the man extended an arm out in greetings to his emperor. "Welcome Nihilus, we wish to break words with you."
"My emperor, I am at your service."
Nihilus Mallius Augustus, Dominus of Legio I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles, was the finest legion in the western Empire, they had carved a path to reclaim their ancestral home and had taken it without being beaten by those who had previously occupied Rome. Nihilus and his legion were the tip of the western Empire's spear, and they would thrust this spear into the heart of Scandinavia.
"After much debate, the Senate and I have come to a decision. We are dispatching the Legio I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles to Scandinavia, where your legion will be stripping these lands of anything valuable, especially dragons. Imagine it, our legions commanding a detachment of our soldiers riding dragons. We would conquerors from the ground and in the heavens!" Emperor Dolphus then turned to Nihhilus and inquired. "How soon can you raise your army to prepare for its departure from Rome?"
The Dominus of Legio I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles looked his emperor in the eyes. "My army will be ready by day's end, sire," his smirk was then replaced with a look of curiosity. "How many ships and men do you wish to see deployed?"
"If Scandinavia is the last place in the world to have an abundance of dragons, we will need at eleven hundred ships and one hundred thousand men. This is the largest invasion force our Empire will deploy, our future depends on your legion's success. I trust you can make the necessary arrangements?"
Pursing his lips in thought, Nihilus, who was contemplating how much of his wealth he would have to use to raise such a force. After a long period of silence, Nihilus looked back at the emperor. "It would take considerable coin and effort to raise such an invasion force," he then continued. "If you wish for my legion to be prepared, give me a week to prepare my armada and men. We'll need to prepare our war machines, bring the necessary supplies and necessities for the voyage ahead of us, and we must make the necessary sacrifices to Mars, our Empire is about to unleash its best legion, we must ensure the gods bless us before our departure."
"Of course, we would be foolish to not offer sacrifices to the gods to bless the sons of Rome who will be venturing out into the vast unknown," Emperor Dolphus then raised a curious eyebrow at Nihilus. "And what of your daughter? It is well known that she is the first Roman woman in our history to take up arms in the Roman army. Will Proxima be your legion's tribune or will it be your son, Septimus?"
Smiling, Nihilus shrugged. "That is yet to be determined, sire. Both my children are strong and have proven themselves worthy in my eyes, yet there's one final test to see who will be my legion's tribune. They will compete against each other, fighting until they yield or otherwise," he then smiled lightly. "Either way, my children will be by my side as capable warriors, and we will bring you and Rome glory, sire."
"I expect nothing less from you, old friend," Emperor Dolphus smiled. "You are dismissed. There is much for you to do, and I would not keep you from preparing for the campaign ahead of you."
After saluting his emperor, Nihilus then turned to the senators and smirked at them, seeing the concern and worry on their faces, regarding who would fund this campaign. "You needn't worry about scraping together coins from your purses to finance this campaign, fellow senators, I will see it paid in full." The Senate bowed their heads in appreciation and thanks, despite being a very powerful man, Nihilus was a man who knew his place. Because of his station in the Empire, he was distrusted and feared, because Rome naturally fears those who are in a position of strength within their Empire. However, Nihilus has proven himself trustworthy and his ambitions are solely focused on bringing honor and glory to the Roman Empire.
"Then it is settled. At dawn, tomorrow, Nihilus and the Legio I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles will depart Rome and sail to Scandinavia. We will be deploying the full might of our army to invade the Viking lands and take what we desire and see that the Roman Empire endures for ten thousand years. Glory to Rome!"
"Glory to Rome!"