A/N: Alright, the time has now come for Heather to become Hiccup's second wife. Aside from Hiccup and Heather getting married, you'll see that the Romans are going to embark on their voyage, Camicazi mingling with Nikora Stormheart and her pirate allies, and also, expect some other surprises as well as Hiccup, Astrid, and Heather having sex. Let's get started.
(Normal pov— Rome, capital of the Roman Empire)
As dawn's light shone down on Rome, Nihilus Mallius Augustus, Dominus of Legios I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles watched as his army of highly trained, disciplined soldiers boarded their warships, making final preparations so that they can set sail to Scandinavia. They were loading the last of the provisions, supplies, and war machines needed for the campaign and they were now ready to begin the campaign of Scandinavia. By his side were his children, Proxima and Septimus, as well as his legion's officers. An invasion force of this magnitude has never been deployed in the Roman Empire's long history, but if Emperor Dolphus wanted the Viking people to be subjugated under the Aquila and for the dragons of Scandinavia to be taken and added as ferocious war beasts for the legions to unleash upon the enemies of Rome, then that was what must be done, in the name of the emperor and for the glory of Rome.
"Ah! Dominus Nihilus, it's good to see you!"
Inhaling sharply, the Dominus turned to see Fat Counsel being carried by multiple slaves while lavishing in a large, comfortable sedan chair which was equivalent to a mobile bed. The sight of Fat Counsel made Nihilus's lip curl in disgust, every time he laid eyes on that rotund animal of a human being, Nihilus thought his belly would burst. The prospect of having his campaign supervised by both Fat Counsel and Decius Laetinianus, Prefect of the Praetorian Guard made the Dominus burn with rage, though he kept the fire of his rage to himself. Although this inconvenience was because of the emperor's despicable sons, Nihilus wouldn't let this distract him from serving his emperor and Rome.
"Publius Talio," Nihilus bowed his head in greetings while giving the bloated man a fake smile. "I trust your ship is ready to depart and sail with Prefect Decius and his warship?"
Giving the Dominus a firm nod, Fat Counsel was currently eating a vine of grapes. After swallowing the fruit in his abyss of a mouth, he replied. "It is. I must confess, it has been some time since I've left Rome, thankfully, my ship is stocked with wine kept in vases of snow from the mighty Alps, my slaves are always by my side and prepared to tend to my needs, and I have what I need to ensure I restore order to these barbaric lands as its temporary governor until someone else can assume control," he then smiled and gestured to the ships. "Shall we?"
"Please, after you," Nihilus insisted. "I would have words with Prefect Decius before we depart."
Nodding, Fat Counsel barked out to his slaves carrying his sedan chair to take him to his ship. Septimus snorted in disbelief while murmuring to himself. "Bloated sack of horse dung," he then continued speaking insults in a low tone. "I hope the Vikings gut Publius like the pig he is."
Smirking at his son's words, Nihilus nodded. "A sentiment shared, my son. However, he is an imperial servant that is held in high standing by both the emperor and his sons, we must ensure Publius is well provided for and see to it that he performs his duties in governing over the Viking people when the time comes," he then saw Decius and four fellow Praetorian Guards approaching and spoke up. "Decius, I understand that the emperor's sons have entrusted you and a legion of the Imperial Praetorians to accompany Publius to Scandinavia and to keep an eye on me and my legion to ensure we don't plot against our emperor, but is it wise to take a legion of the emperor's protectors with us?"
"Your concern is flattering, Nihilus, but unnecessary," Decius said firmly. Like all Praetorian Guards, Decius wore sleek black and gilded armor and a violet tunic underneath his armor, he had a violet cape draped over his shoulders and held his helmet underneath his left arm. He was a well-built man, as were all the men tasked with ensuring the emperor's protection, he had short, yet spiky dirty blond hair and he had hazel eyes. "You of all people know how Rome fears those in a position of strength, aside from the emperor, you're the second strongest man in the Empire. As long as you know your place then there's no reason for us to be at each other's throats while we're abroad."
"I know my place," Nihilus reassured firmly. "I serve the Empire and will lay down my life for Rome if the need ever came."
Grunting, Decius replied over his shoulder while making his way to his warship. "We shall see, Dominus Nihilus,"
Although Nihilus and his legion would fight tooth and nail for the Empire in this campaign, it greatly annoyed Nihilus that Fat Counsel, Decius, and the Praetorian Guards would do little to no fighting. They were nothing but a nuisance that would wear Nihilus down day by day. He could already feel his tolerance being chipped away by such pampered, arrogant men. Growling to himself, Nihilus ordered his legion to sound the horns, this caused his men to cease their actions for a moment until the entire legion stood at attention.
"Today, we go to the barbaric lands of Scandinavia, and it is there that we shall face our greatest challenge— the Dragon Master of Norway and the Viking people. Aside from my former Viking slave, Camicazi, who was able to escape enslavement, I have another useful asset who knows these lands better than any of us. He will serve us knowing that if he does not, I will personally see to it that he and his band of rabble and outcasts are crucified," Nihilus then boomed out. "Let the shadow Legios I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles fall upon the Viking people, and those who dare to stand before the might of Rome shall be struck from this world!" He then clenched his right hand into a fist and lifted his arm up. "In the name of Emperor Dolphus and for the glory of Rome, we will bring this barbaric land under our control, gather the dragons and indoctrinate the dragons of Scandinavia into the Roman army, and we will see the Empire take control of the world!"
"Gloria Romae!"
The legion boomed out before Nihilus gestured to the warships. "Everything you've done, all the blood you've spilled to reclaim our beloved capital city, and all the prosperity you've brought to the Roman people has led you to this moment. Today we sail uncharted, unforgiving waters but by the end of the Scandinavian campaign, we will emerge victorious!"
"Gloria Romae!"
Nihilus then boomed "Move out!" The remaining troops on the docks finished transporting the supplies needed for the campaign before boarding the Dominus's warship, The Sword of Mars. Dismissing his officers, Nihilus, Proxima, and Septimus saw six of their men escort the asset and his group of outcasts he spoke of earlier. Snorting at the sight of the man before him, Nihilus smirked. "Savage, are you prepared to betray your people to ensure the Roman Empire claims the lands from which you hail?"
Savage, former second in command to both Alvin the Treacherous and Dagur the Deranged, now a forgotten wretch who wanted to carve out his own saga ventured beyond Scandinavia and was unaware of the resurrected Roman Empire. Having escaped imprisonment on Berserker Island many years ago when he attempted to usurp Dagur of his chiefdom and territory, he had fled Norway along with dozens of men who had followed him during the attempted coup and since his days as an Outcast. It had only been recently that Savage and his men had been captured by the Romans, Savage and the men who followed him were given the chance to live if they would help them in the Scandinavian campaign. To this, Savage accepted Rome's offer, after all, he had old scores to settle with the dragon riders of Berk and the lords he had previously sworn fealty to.
"So long as my men and I are compensated for our services and live to see another day, we live to serve you, Dominus Nihilus," Savaged said with a bow of his head. "I'm well acquainted with those who will stop at nothing to ensure the dragons are kept out of Rome's grasp. With my knowledge, victory will be all but certain."
Nihilus let out a dry chuckle. "We shall see soon enough, won't we?" He then made his way to his warship with Proxima and Septimus by his side. "Come. We leave now."
As the campaigning legion and their Praetorian allies set sail, Nihilus knew that this campaign would decide the fate of the Roman Empire. He had offered prayers and sacrifices to Neptune, to bless their voyage with calm, steady seas, especially since Savage had informed him that the Northern Sea was often treacherous and violent due to its monstrous storms and ship-killing waves.
The fate of the Roman Empire was sealed, and Nihilus prayed that his people and the Empire would thrive until the end of time. But he was not blessed with foresight, all he could do was fight and lead his legion to the best of his ability. The long voyage would offer needed time for prayer and planning anyway, so long as his legion emerged victorious was all that mattered to Nihilus.
Failure would mean the end of the Empire, because his legion was the Empire's sword and shield, without it, Rome would be virtually defenseless.
Nihilus would not allow his legion to fail.
(Unknown location)
To feel the wind caressing her skin, the scent of the sea filling her nostrils, and the taste of freedom on her lips was something Camicazi would never take for granted ever again. She knew the Viking people had slaves, but the magnitude of slavery in Rome was on a scale that was beyond imagination, Camicazi gave thanks to the gods that she was free from such cruelty and torment and free to choose her own path once again.
However, Camicazi knew that under different circumstances, she would be celebrating her freedom in a Viking manner, but now was no time for drinking and feasting, she needed to return home and warn her people of the impending invasion Nihilus and his heirs would lead.
And though she feared the voyage back to Norway would be agonizing, Camicazi was shocked to learn that Nikora's monster of a ship was a work of art; the ship itself appears to be steam-powered, with two smokestacks and two large paddled wheels. The source of the steam and energy may be the Moldruffle dragons and Titan Gronkles that appear on a sub-level, these dragons aid in making The Tempest go fast despite being a colossal vessel. The fact that Nikora still has dragons was surprising to Camicazi, especially after the dragons of Scandinavia left the world of men and settled in the Hidden World. There are also dragon-proof cages in the presumed engine area as well as on deck. Many areas of the ship are decorated with skulls and the triskele designs associated with Stormheart.
Not only did Nikora possess The Tempest, but she also had a small fleet of ten ships that were similar to the ships in Drago Bludvist's armada, these ships housed Mongrel warriors, and the Mongrel Tribe was formed on the premise of creating better human warriors. The best warriors from all over the world gathered together to form the Mongrel Tribe and produce superior sons and daughters. The children of this tribe of warriors were all trained in combat and appeared to also be intellectually gifted as well.
Camicazi, though a fantastic warrior and even better thief, knew that it would be unwise to pick a fight with Nikora's people, though they may be scrounging and scraping by to make a living, they were still superior warriors and they could best her in a fight.
"What are you thinking about?"
Turning around to lay eyes on Harald Forkbeard, Camicazi noted he had a purple Terrible Terror on his shoulder. Harald reached for a nearby barrel full of fish and offered one to the dragon on his shoulder, the Terror happily accepted the offering of fish before looking at Camicazi and cocking its head.
"And who's your little friend here?"
Smiling, Harald scratched the Terror's chin, causing the dragon to stick its tongue out and release a sigh of bliss. "Oh, this is Leopold, he's not just my pet but he's also my carrier for sending Nikora messages," he then chuckled when he saw a silent question in Camicazi's eyes. "He won't bite, not unless I tell him to."
Nodding, Camicazi crouched down to grab a fish from a nearby barrel and offered it to Leopold. The Terror accepted the fish Camicazi offered him and he then allowed the Bog Burglar heir to pet him. "I can't believe you lot still have dragons, the dragons in Scandinavia left my people so that they could live in peace," she then chuckled lightly. "I never got the chance to train my own dragon."
"Because you were out traveling?"
Camicazi hummed in affirmation before continuing. "A close friend of mine, Hiccup Haddock, he bonded with a Night Fury, probably the last one in Midgard too," she then looked out to the horizon and sighed heavily. "Under different circumstances, seeing Hiccup again would be fun. But with the threat of the Romans, there won't be any time to catch up and tell stories of our past adventures in the Great Hall." The Bog Burglar heir then looked upper decks and saw Nikora seated on a throne while her helmsman steered The Tempest at a steady pace. She then looked back to Harald. "You're part of Nikora's Mongrel Tribe, right?"
"Yes and no. I'm not only a pirate but also a mercenary, I offer my sword to those who can pay a fine price," Harald shrugged. "But I suppose I'm a great asset to Nikora because when it comes to brokering deals, Nikora needs someone who's manipulative and charming. I happen to be both. Because of these qualities, I've helped Nikora fatten her coffers so that she can continue building ships to strengthen her fleet as well as purchase weapons for the Mongrels fighting for her. To make a long story short, Nikora and I share a... mutually beneficial, yet strictly professional relationship."
"I see," Camicazi then inquired in a sultry tone. "And does your captain reward you well for your services?"
Smirking at the Bog Burglar, Harald pursed his lips in playful thought before replying. "I'm well stocked in gold, I'm treated like family amongst these people, and I'm in high standing with my captain. So yes, I'd say I'm well rewarded for my services. Why do you ask?"
Shrugging, Camicazi traced a finger along Harald's left arm, she reveled in feeling his firm muscles twitch in response to her touch. "Never mind me, I only assumed that a man such as you wasn't just rewarded in gold or silver," she then inquired. "Do you have your fill of women as well?"
Now knowing where this was going, Harald's smirk turned into a grin as he shook his head. "No. My standards are... quite high, truth be told," he then blatantly eyed Camicazi from head to toe before continuing. "After all, after being used and abused by the Romans, the only reward I was satisfied with was wine, food, and a warm bath." He then added with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That and the presence of a fine woman."
Nodding in agreement, Camicazi started walking away, but not before throwing Harald a seductive grin and beckoning him to follow her to her guest room. "Well, unlike most Viking women, I live for the moment, knowing my life of traveling and exploring may lead to unexpected death," she then continued. "Why not join me in the room your captain provided me, and let's see if I meet your standards."
Laughing at Camicazi's words, Harald offered no objections as he followed the Bog Burglar heir into her guest room to have some fun.
Camicazi was perched on top of Harald, an azure tunic over her body, but she was naked from the waist down. Though Camicazi didn't sleep with many men, there was something about Harald she found attractive, she couldn't put her finger on it, but after an hour of wrestling in bed, Camicazi supposed she appreciated Harald for treating her like an equal, and not some woman to manhandle. She cried out in pleasure as she rode Harald's cock which was deep inside her folds. Her hands were splayed out on his muscular chest as she rode him faster, in all his years of satisfying his sexual desires, Harald could tell when Camicazi was close; the way she moaned, the way her womanhood squeezed his cock like a vise, and the frantic speed of her movements. Eventually, Camicazi cried out in relief as she finally reached her climax, her juices soaking Harald's cock. The feeling of her folds squeezing him further and the sheer heat of her caused Harald to quickly pull out of Camicazi and thrust up against her firm, plush backside until he spurted ropes of seed along her cheeks and back.
Harald panted heavily, his climax rendering him breathless as he looked up at the blond beauty perched on top of him. "Are you always this wild in bed?"
"Are you complaining?"
Laughing, Harald shook his head. "Not at all, just... curious," he watched as Camicazi ran a hand through her wavy blond hair while letting an exhale before she stripped off the tunic she was wearing, revealing her toned body for Harald to take in. Though Camicazi was short, she had a fire in her belly, something Harald was attracted to a great deal the moment he laid eyes on her back in Rome, especially when she had fought scores of soldiers all by herself.
Camicazi had also been given a tub in her room as well, and before she and Harald had sex, she had filled the tub with warm water. As she approached the tub, Harald noted Camicazi testing the water and smiling to herself before entering the tub. Sighing pleasantly at the feeling of the warm water encapsulating her body, Camicazi gave her lover a look that Harald couldn't put his finger on.
"Problem?"
"No problem," Camicazi reassured him while grabbing soaps and ointment settled on a tray near her tub. "I never thought I'd be able to enjoy a warm bath again, that's all."
Harald nodded while putting his pants back on. "Rome's people live well, but their prosperity rests on conquest, trade, and the slaves they have under their command," he then shrugged. "Without these things, the Romans will once more become nothing but a distant memory and their power will be irrelevant."
Camicazi momentarily submerged underneath the water before surfacing and washing out her hair before replying. "It's been quite some time since the Vikings have formed a collective army of all people from Scandinavia. If such a thing happened again, Rome would be a prize that would be worth taking," she then continued. "Imagine all the wealth the Roman emperor hoards in his coffers, I can't even begin to imagine."
"Should the Vikings raid Rome one day, it won't be an easy prize to claim. The city is five surrounded by walls that are forty feet high for five sprawling square miles," he then added under his breath. "A model of the Empire's vision on how to rule the world in its image."
Smirking, Camicazi replied back. "The city may seem impregnable, true, but its weakness is that it needs massive amounts of food to feed the millions of people who live there," while washing her armpits, Camicazi continued. "Should the Vikings decide to lay siege on Rome in the future, they'll need to cut Rome's trade routes and take their storehouses, ultimately starving Rome into submission."
Crossing his arms across his chest, Harald raised an eyebrow. "Will suggest this to your people?"
"Rome threatens Scandinavia in every way, and if the Viking people wish to remain free, I have no doubt that those brave and ambitious enough will want to sack Rome to ensure the Viking people remain independent," Camicazi then washed her face while continuing. "My friend, Hiccup Haddock, is a man who defied three centuries of Viking tradition by befriending dragons rather than killing them, he's a man who has the courage to fight those who threaten both his people and the dragons. And since Dominus Nihilus and his legion want to invade so that they can exploit our homelands and take the dragons, Hiccup is going to fight them without hesitation."
"Well, then he is Viking," Harald said with a shrug. "From what you've told me, Hiccup Haddock's specialty is the impossible. Can he face an empire that once ruled the ancient world and face the greatest fighting force the world has ever seen?"
Camicazi didn't answer right away, but that didn't mean she doubted Hiccup's ability to deal with a vast, foreign army. However, Nihilus and his legion would push Hiccup to his limits, and Camicazi knew that she needed to get home to not only warn her mother and fellow Bog Burglars but also provide Hiccup with the knowledge she possessed.
"Hiccup is capable of fighting Nihilus and his legions," Camicazi said at last. "But the sooner we get back to Scandinavia, the better." She then submerged back underneath the water and closed her eyes at the feeling of the water's warmth.
Soon enough, Camicazi would feel the warmth of Roman blood upon her skin once Nihilus and those who follow him invade. And on that day, she would see to it that the Dominus of Legios I Invicta: The Sword of Damocles would pay in blood for enslaving her.
(Isle of Berk)
In all her years of being a spy, a dragon rider, and a warrior, Heather felt as though her heart would burst out of her chest. Though the thrill and rush of being embedded among enemy ranks in an effort to destroy them from within and fighting on the ground and in the sky had been adrenaline racing, none of Heather's past ventures can compare to how she's feeling right now.
Heather had never thought she would find true happiness in her life, especially when her life had been so lonely and loss. But the gods seemed to have offered her respite the moment she made the choice to sail to New Berk and confess her feelings to Hiccup and Astrid. Now, a week had passed after she had been intimate with Berk's rulers, and Heather was now entering a proper Viking wedding union with Hiccup, becoming his second wife and Astrid's lover, as well as a partner. When news of the wedding spread throughout Norway, every Hairy Hooligan in the village offered their congratulations and presented gifts in the form of furs, precious stones, weapons, livestock, and other valuable goods to ensure the Haddock clan was well stocked. Dagur made sure he and his family sailed to New Berk as soon as possible, many allies, including Chief Mogadon the Meathead, leader of the Meathead Tribe, and his son, Thuggory, were invited to attend the wedding, which they both happily accepted. Although Mogadon often had a fierce rivalry with Stoick the Vast due to arm wrestling disputes and other matters, Thuggory and Hiccup were close as boys, and that friendship carried on even when Hiccup changed the Viking people's minds about dragons.
However, despite the gifts, the kind words she received, and the friends and family that would be attending the wedding, Heather was afraid. And it had been a very long time since Heather had felt afraid.
The first time she truly felt afraid was when Alvin and the Outcasts had taken her adoptive parents and demanded that she steal the Book of Dragons from Old Berk, and to ensure she completed this task, she needed to fool the Hairy Hooligans and use her manipulative charms to work in her favor. The second time she had felt afraid was when she hellbent on killing Dagur for massacring her adoptive tribe, when she and Windshear had been wrangled up in Dragon Proof grappling lines by Dagur's fleet, and in that tense moment, Heather believed she and Windshear would die, but Hiccup and Toothless saved her and Windshear just in time. And lastly, professing to stand with the Dragon Hunters, when in reality, she was working to destroy them from within. Heather believed the moment Viggo had her life in his hands, he would kill her without hesitation, but Dagur had saved her and Windshear. Such memories reminded Heather of the things she's done, the lies that she's told, and how she's hurt those she's cared about. Though she was afraid of failure back then, she knew the risks she had to take, hence the reason why she did what she did over the years.
Now, Heather stood in the center of a shield wall of Berserker shield maidens while flowers and light snowfall rained down on top of her, despite the fact this was her wedding day, Heather had never felt more afraid in her life because now she truly had something to lose if anyone were to come and threaten her and her people, Berserker and Hairy Hooligans alike. Not only that, but she was afraid of losing Hiccup and Astrid prematurely, she craved Valhalla like any Viking should, however, she wanted to live a long, happy life with Hiccup and Astrid, Valhalla could wait. The sudden clanging of shields rang in her ears as did the beating of drums, snapping Heather out of her thoughts and causing her to lower her own shield and see Hiccup with a ceremonial sword in hand. The sight of her impending husband made Heather's mouth go dry and her heart threatened to burst from her chest.
Hiccup wore traditional wedding clothes that Viking men wore— a white tunic with a thick, bear fur cloak around his broad shoulders, tan leather pants, and a single bear fur laced boot.
She had always found Hiccup to be charming even when they had first met back on Old Berk, his personality was what truly made Heather attracted to Hiccup. But when she had seen him again back when the riders had just built Dragon's Edge, she was enthralled by his charms, his boyish charms had melted away and were replaced with manhood appeal.
Now, Hiccup Haddock III was going to be her husband, it was both an exciting and frightening prospect.
As Gothi and a group of the Hairy Hooligan's hofgothi, ministers of the Norse gods, gathered around to bless the union and give thanks to the gods, Heather watched as Gothi bound her hands with Hiccup's, she then noted Hiccup looking down at their bound hands with a smile before looking into her eyes that beamed with tender affection for her. His gaze made Heather return his smile, she knew that Hiccup and Astrid were fated to be together and that they were both faithful to each other, but she couldn't help but feel guilty that she was marrying Astrid's husband just because she hasn't found a man worthy of her. She voiced this concern to both her lovers and they were quick to reassure her that it's better that she marry Hiccup than spend the rest of her life in Midgard alone or marry a fool that will treat her no better than a slave.
Upon swearing their marriage vows to each other and after Gothi proclaimed that the gods had blessed the union between Hiccup and Heather, the priests forth the wedding band that Hiccup himself had forged for Heather. Once placing the ring on his second wife's finger, Hiccup laced their fingers together and raised them up high in the air, and everyone gathered all roared out in elation and celebration. Lowering their raised hands, Hiccup then pulled Heather in for a deep, passionate kiss, one that made Heather weak in the knees, but she returned his kiss happily. The roars of celebration grew louder and Heather was glad that the Hairy Hooligans and all the invited guests approved of this union.
After breaking the kiss, Hiccup smiled before turning to his guests and boomed out. "To the Great Hall! We feast!" Everyone cried out in elation and marched to the Great Hall with haste. Once everyone was settled in, Hiccup and his family, close friends, and guests of honor sat at the head table. Before seating himself, Hiccup held his hands out, silencing everyone.
"Today, we celebrate, not just my second marriage, but today is the day we celebrate a bond that's deeper than friendship with the Berserker Tribe, our two peoples are now brothers and sisters until the end of time," taking his drinking horn, Hiccup lifted it up and gave a firm nod. "Let's have our fill of food and ale, giving thanks to the gods for this bond between two great Viking tribes, and ensure the future is bright for all our peoples. Skål."
"Skål!"
The Hall's occupants boomed out, none more so than Dagur, who was grinning from ear to ear. He then spoke out loud. "Now, you really are my brother, Hiccup," he then added with a playful wink. "Can't deny that now, mm?" Everyone laughed, and Hiccup too chuckled, he couldn't believe how much his relationship with Dagur has changed over the years, but now he was Dagur's brother-in-law.
Hiccup then turned back to the crowds and grinned. "Let's feast!" The people had no objections as they were served meals and freshly brewed ale. As Hiccup sat down, he turned to both his wives, Astrid at his right and Heather and his left, he was grateful that the gods had blessed him this way, Heather wasn't just some beautiful Norwegian woman, she was a close friend and they had done much together, that only made being with her all the easier.
"Oh, son, I'm so happy for you."
Turning to Valka, Hiccup felt her hand on top of his own and her smile that filled him with warmth made him glad she was by his side. "Thank you, mother," he said with a nod while looking at all his friends. "And thank all of you, for your sentiments, your gifts, and just being loyal, faithful companions."
"Of course! Would you expect anything different from us?" Fishlegs inquired in mock offense.
Pursuing her lips, Astrid shrugged. "Well, I do recall Snotlout saying he would not be living on Hiccup's island when he became chief—"
"Hey, back off! If you recall, back then, Hiccup's plans were mad, yet they always seemed to work in the end," after taking a drink of ale, Snotlout shrugged. "Besides, that was just my mouth getting the best of me." The stocky Jorgenson defended himself while glaring at a now smirking Astrid.
"True, Hiccup's plans were quite mad, Snotlout," Tuffnut said in agreement after swallowing a mouthful of mutton and potatoes. "But back then, the more daring his plans were, the more fun they were. For me and my dear sister, that is."
Smirking, Ruffnut laughed before taking a jab at Snotlout. "Like that one time, we invaded Viggo's base for the first time and used Typhoomerangs against us and we had to fly right in the middle of those dragon's fire..."
"...and Snotlout was screaming like a little girl?" Tuffnut finished, causing everyone gathered around the table to laugh. The stocky Jorgenson's cheeks were red from embarrassment and frustration.
"There there, Snotlout, we're just pulling your chains," Tuffnut reassured him with a teasing grin. "After all, we've all gone through some humiliating moments back then."
After taking a bite out of his roasted chicken leg, Eret raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what sort of humiliation did you lot go through back in your glory days?"
"Yes, tell us, father!" Zephyr begged, the future chieftess of Berk sat in Valka's lap. Her eyes gleamed with the desire to hear of her parents' previous adventures.
"Well, there's so much to tell and so little time, my West Wind," Hiccup smiled at his daughter while taking a drink of ale. He then looked to Eret. "But there's a mystery that's kept me up on many occasions, maybe you can help me solve it so that I stop thinking about it." Eret nodded and urged him to ask away. "In your time in Drago's army, were you familiar with a man named Krogan?"
Snorting, Eret nodded. "Yeah. I knew him, but he was certainly not a friend. Krogan wasn't just another sword in Drago's army, the man was groomed to take over the Northern Alliance if Drago ever fell in battle," this revelation caused Hiccup, Astrid, Heather, and the other riders to share looks of shock before turning back to Eret. "As the protege of Drago Bludvist, Krogan was an experienced and highly effective Dragon Hunter, as you all saw when you encountered him. He had a great deal of knowledge on how to capture large numbers of dragons and how to use their own physiology to subdue them. The reason you lot encountered him at all was because Drago wanted rarer, more powerful dragons in his army. When was the first time you saw Krogan?"
"Back when Viggo Grimborn and his brother, Ryker were holding an auction where only the richest Vikings could attend and purchase dragons," Fishlegs answered. "Oh, what a thrilling time that was."
Gobber chuckled. "Aye. Not only did we manage to spoil that auction, but it's where I first bonded with my Hotburple, Grump," the old blacksmith let out a sigh and shook his head. "I miss that fat, lazy beast."
Eret smiled at Gobber, humming in understanding, he too missed Skullcrusher. Though he had only been riding dragons for a year, he missed it a great deal, and he hoped that man and dragon can live together in harmony again.
"So, what happened to Krogey?" Ruffnut inquired.
"Yeah! What happened to him?" Tuffnut inquired before adding. "The last time we saw him was on Berserker Island."
After swallowing another mouthful of food, Eret satisfied the twins' curiosity. "Krogan was brought back to Drago by two of his fellow Dragon Flyers. Because he failed in procuring a second Bewilderbeast, Drago had Krogan executed," he then added. "Beheaded. My crew and I saw the whole thing before we were tasked with bringing more dragons for Drago."
"Sheesh!" Both twins said while looking at each other and clutching their throats.
Hiccup now recalled Viggo had told him that Krogan was employed by a "mysterious buyer from the North," and that mysterious buyer was Drago Bludvist.
"Well good riddance to him! If you ask me? His death was well deserved," Snotlout huffed out.
"Couldn't agree with you more, son," Spitelout grunted out. "In the end, Krogan was a pawn, and his master took him off the game board."
Valka looked at Hiccup with shocked eyes. "You never told me you had fought a sect of Drago's army in the past,"
"We had no idea who Drago was during that time and we were unaware of the Northern Alliance either," Hiccup said. "Back then, we had been dealing with Viggo Grimborn and the true mastermind of our struggles out in Dragon's Edge, Johann."
"Wait, Trader Johann?"
"Mmhmm, except he fooled every one in the Barbaric Archipelago so that his search for the King of Dragons wouldn't raise any suspicions on him," Hiccup shrugged as he was about to take a bite of his food. "His greed, however, led to his demise. The Bewilderbeast underneath Berserker Island flash froze Johann, killing him."
"Again, good riddance to him!" Snotlout said while beating a fist against his chest. "That little man thought he could make fools out of us Vikings and not expect repercussions, I should've killed him myself." The riders all chuckled at Snotlout's passionate tone, it was no secret that Johann wasn't Snotlout's favorite person, especially when the schemer required "rescuing," when in reality it was a ruse to lure the riders away from the Edge so the Dragon Hunters could retake the Dragon Eye and the stockpile of lenses that went with the device.
Mala, who had been eating silently then looked to Valka. "Tell me, Valka Haddock, in the aftermath of Dragon Hunter's defeat and the deaths of Johann and Krogan, your son and his fellow riders gave Atali and the Wingmaidens the Bewilderbeast spawn that would've fallen into the hands of Drago Bludvist had Krogan not been stopped by Toothless. Did you receive the egg?"
"I did, indeed," Valka confirmed. "The nest I had resided in for the past two decades already had a fully grown Bewilderbeast, the spawn Atali and her Wingmaidens entrusted me with was kept somewhere remote and somewhere safe. I have no doubt that Bewilderbeast now resides with the other dragons in the Hidden World."
For many hours, the Hall was full of conversation, feasting, drinking, and celebration. While in the midst of a conversation with Mala and meeting her and Dagur's children, Dak and Leyla, Hiccup was desperately trying not to give anything away to his friends and guests at the head table when he felt both Astrid and Heather's hands drifting up and down his inner thighs underneath the table. Hiccup was stuck awkwardly aroused and unable to say a word to his conversing guests, all the while, coy smirks splayed out over Astrid and Heather's mouths, telling Hiccup that they wanted to spend time with him, alone, of course.
"Well, I think it's time I spend some time alone with my wives," Hiccup said while rising from his seat, Astrid and Heather rose swiftly, causing Valka and Gobber to share a knowing look and chuckle. "If you don't see me, I thank you all for attending and celebrating with us." Hiccup shared embraces with Mala, Dagur, and those close to his heart.
Dagur shared a warm embrace with Heather before pulling back and giving her a beaming grin. "I'm happy for you, Heather. After all that you've been through, you finally have peace and happiness," he then gave his sister a mischievous smirk and murmured. "By the way, show Hiccup that Berserker side when you're in bed."
Heather returned Dagur's smirk. "Oh, I will." She murmured back, giving Hiccup a predatory glance.
Seeing Heather's hungry glance made Hiccup shiver in anticipation, but he knew what he was in for. After kissing both Valka and Zephyr's cheeks in farewell, Hiccup turned to his wives and offered both his hands to each woman.
"Shall we?"
Both Astrid and Heather smirked. "Yes, we shall."
As the Haddock trio made their way out of the Great Hall, Dagur boomed out. "Have fun, brother!" A chorus of laughter filled the air, and Hiccup, though he would be embarrassed, instead turned back to Dagur with a smirk that told him that he would have fun. Once Hiccup and his wives made it back home, they raced upstairs and into their now shared bed chambers, locked the door behind them, and were now hellbent on reaching heights of pleasure.
Heather let out a gasp of surprise when Astrid embraced her from behind and then let out a moan of pleasure as the blond then latched her lips onto her neck. Whilst Heather succumbed to the feeling of Astrid kissing her neck and now groping her breasts from behind, Hiccup approached and removed the crown of lavender flowers resting on Heather's brow. Opening her eyes to look into her husband's eyes, Heather could see Hiccup looking at her like she was a goddess, and it made the ebony-haired beauty blush.
Eventually, Astrid removed her lips from Heather's neck and purred. "Let's get you out of that dress, shall we?" Releasing a shriek of laughter as Astrid roughly yanked down her wedding dress, Heather's fits of laughter were then replaced by sharp moans when Hiccup crouched down and latched his lips onto her left nipple while his left hand palmed her womanhood, which was growing wetter with each passing moment.
"H-Hiccup!"
Astrid turned Heather's face so that the two women gazed into each other's dilated pupils. The blond beauty then captured Heather's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing the moans of pleasure that fled from Heather's mouth. Astrid proceeded to lower the nuisance that was Heather's clothing, the ebony-haired beauty kicked her dress out of the way and shucked off her boots, leaving her naked. Hiccup then proceeded to throw Heather's left leg over his shoulder and then proceeded to eat her out, causing Heather to throw her head back and cry out in ecstasy.
"AH! G-Gods!" Heather placed a hand in Hiccup's hair, yanking on it gently as he continued to eat her out intensely. Each flick of her tongue of Hiccup's tongue threatened to make Heather cross-eyed and reduce her legs to jelly. "O-Oh, yes! So good!"
Pulling away from her lower lips, Hiccup licked his lips and spoke in a low, husky manner. "Yeah? Does that feel good, Heather?" She nodded furiously in response, causing Hiccup to grin. "Good. If you love that, then you'll love this." He then added two fingers into the mix, burying his digits into her slick heat while also lapping her folds.
Astrid bit her lower lip in arousal at the sight of Hiccup working Heather as if she were an instrument. She then decided to aid her husband in bringing Heather to her first climax of the day. Removing her right hand from the ebony's breast, Astrid then traced her finger along the back of Heather's upper lips, causing the ebony to mewl weakly.
"I hope you're ready to reach Valhalla, Heather," Astrid purred against her ear. "Because that's what Hiccup and I intend to do." With that said, Astrid plunged two digits into Heather's upper lips while her left hand groped her left breast.
"ODIN'S BEARD!"
Heather cried out in bliss as she reached her first climax and was reduced to a whimpering, giggling messy thanks to Hiccup and Astrid's ministrations. Looking down at her husband, Heather watched with dilated eyes as Hiccup licked her excess juices off his lips as though he had just taken a drink at the dinner table as opposed to reducing Heather to a shaky, babbling mess. Panting weakly, Heather ran a hand through her hair while savoring the climax she had just experienced, she then made her way to the bed, throwing a coy look at both Hiccup and Astrid over her shoulder.
Knowing that they were both overdressed, Berk's rulers quickly stripped out of their clothing until they too were naked. When they were close enough, Heather grabbed both her husband and lover by their wrists and pulled them down onto the bed with her. A chorus of laughter filled the air as a result, that is until Astrid laid on top of Heather, the two women's naked flesh melding together as came together for a heated kiss.
"Gods, watching you two entwined is like art being created," Hiccup exhaled in awe. "So beautiful." Both women pulled apart to look at Hiccup with beaming smiles.
"You're beautiful too, babe," Astrid purred as she eyed her husband with love and desire. "All those years of being in the forge, dragon riding, and battles have been good to you. Wouldn't you agree, Heather?"
Taking in her husband's lean, toned body, Heather bit her lower lip at just how well his muscles stood out without him even trying to flex. She adored the freckles throughout his body, though most of them now blended into his skin thanks to him working outside in the sun. Her eyes then fell onto his cock, throbbing and fully erect, the tip even glistened with pre-cum, telling Heather that his earlier ministrations and the sight of her and Astrid entwined aroused him a great deal.
"Oh, he's quite beautiful, Astrid," Heather, who was flat on her back then scorched back until her head was resting against the edge of the bed. She then took hold of Hiccup's cock and exhaled on his painfully erect organ, causing him to moan in anticipation. "He's beautiful, in all the right places." Looking up at a smirking Astrid, the ebony-haired beauty urged the blond to lay on top of her again, but this time, Hiccup's cock stood between their faces.
"Now then, I think it's time to show our husband what two strong, capable Viking women can do together, as one," Heather smirked at Hiccup as his breathing picked up. She then looked up at Astrid. "Shall we?"
"Yes, we shall."
Hiccup threw his head back and released a ragged moan as both Heather and Astrid began to tongue the tip of his cock. The feeling of both his wives working his cock made Hiccup fear he'd reach a premature climax, he steadied his breathing to help him hold out, he wanted to savor this moment. As both women continued to lash their tongues against the tip of Hiccup's cock with rapid strokes of their tongue, Astrid suddenly took him into her mouth and Heather began to mouth his swaying balls.
"A-Astrid! He-Heather! Oh, gods!"
Giggling to themselves while continuing to service their husband, both women upped the pleasure by going faster. Hiccup gently thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into Astrid's mouth, the blond moaned in delight and savored the familiar taste and feel of her husband in her mouth. Eventually, Astrid pulled away from Hiccup's member and Heather pulled away from his balls.
"Think you can manage to train Hiccup's dragon, Heather?"
Looking up at Astrid, she had a challenging smirk on her face, Heather returned her smirk. "Challenge accepted," she then reached for Hiccup's spit-slicked cock and purred out. "My turn to take you into my mouth." She took her position by laying her head back down against the edge of the bed, she reached to grab Hiccup's backside and pulled him closer. Both Hiccup and Astrid watched in arousal and awe as Heather took him into her mouth and began working the speechless chief into a babbling, whimpering mess.
Astrid pawed at Heather's perky breasts and leaned down to kiss along her bulging jugular, courtesy of Hiccup's cock. "How does it feel? Servicing your chief in such a way?" The chieftess growled in arousal.
Momentarily removing Hiccup's cock from her mouth, Heather replied. "Humbling," she then looked up at her husband and beamed. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't please my husband?"
"I would set aside my desires to make sure you're happy with me," Hiccup said truthfully. Reaching for his slick cock, he guided it back to Heather's mouth. "Do you wish to finish off your chief before I plant my seed in your womb?"
"Yes!"
Heather took Hiccup back into her mouth and worked him harder, causing the chief of Berk to howl in delight as Heather's lips slid along his cock, her tongue lashing out against his tip as well as his frenulum, and her hands massaging his balls tenderly. Crying out that he was reaching his end, Heather moaned happily when Hiccup finally spurted rope after rope of his seed into her mouth. To Hiccup's surprise, Heather was able to swallow every last drop, without having to pull away from him, the sight made Hiccup growl in arousal and he threw his head back once more as he released the finality of his climax.
Astrid then crawled up Heather's body and straddled her abdomen and then began to kiss along Hiccup's neck and face, causing him to sigh happily. She then murmured against his ear. "Did you like that, babe? Having Heather suck your cock with such intensity?"
"I assume that was a rhetorical question."
Smirking, Astrid leaned in and pressed her lips against Hiccup's before she got off of Heather, allowing her to sit up and catch her breath. Hiccup then made his way onto the bed and laid flat on his back. Both women saw the coy look he was giving them. "Milady, I hope you don't mind, but since you're already carrying my second child in your womb, I think it's only fair that Heather should have me inside her, don't you?"
"I have no objections, babe," Astrid smiled before crawling up Hiccup's body while running her hands along his sides and kissing his sensitive spots, making the chief close his eyes and smile to himself.
Following Astrid's example, Heather crawled up Hiccup's body and then cupped his face with one hand and kissed him, pouring her love and desire for him. Wrapping his arm against his second wife, Hiccup inhaled sharply when Astrid began stroking him back to hardness, but he soon smiled against Heather's lips as she too reached down to help Astrid in bringing his cock back to its full mast.
"Now that our man is ready to continue, Heather, ride him like the wind," Astrid purred while looking at Hiccup with a grin. "I'm going to ride that talented tongue of his."
Heather didn't need to be told twice, she then mounted her husband and reached down with her left hand to guide Hiccup's length at her sopping folds. Slowing easing her way down Hiccup's cock, Heather sighed as her folds clenched around the thick shaft buried deep inside her. She splayed her hands across Hiccup's chest and smiled as he gave her a wink before laying his head down and allowing Astrid to sit on his face so that he could devour her.
As Heather began riding her husband, she was drawn to the sight of Hiccup's tongue lashing out against Astrid's folds as well as seeing the blond writhe and moan in delight. Seeing Astrid covered in a light sheen of sweat as well as seeing her glow in the light of their room made Heather breathless. Reaching out to paw at Astrid's swaying breasts, Heather smiled as the blond gasped loudly at the feeling of her breasts being groped. Astrid then cupped Heather's chin and kissed her deeply, both women swallowed each other's moans and cupped each other's faces while riding both Hiccup's cock and tongue.
A blazing fire of pleasure and arousal burned in Hiccup's blood as he heard his wives kissing, their moans, and the sound of their sweaty skin squelching against his own. While continuing to eat Astrid out, Hiccup's right hand found her clit and began rubbing her furiously. At the same time, he also used his left hand to stimulate Heather in the same manner, the result caused both women to break their heated kiss and throw their heads back and cry out in elation. Hearing both Astrid and Heather's moans entwined together was what caused Hiccup to reach his end, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Heather, planting his seed in her womb. Astrid too reached her end with a choked sob, her juices soaked Hiccup's mouth and he greedily drank her nectar like he would never have the chance to do so again.
As the two Haddock women collapsed on the bed in a pile of sweaty, shaking limbs, Hiccup held his arms open for Heather, she smiled and allowed herself to be enveloped in the lean, yet strong arms of her husband. Astrid took her place behind Heather, embracing her from behind and inhaling her scent with a wolf-like purr. Heather's smile widened, she loved being enveloped in both Hiccup and Astrid's arms after they had sex, it made her feel... complete.
"Mmmm."
"Comfortable?"
"Very."
Heather said to a well-knowing Hiccup as she pushed back against Astrid, the blond wrapped her arms just beneath Heather's breasts and pressed a lingering kiss to the ebony-haired beauty's cheek, causing Heather to sigh happily. She turned her head to look at Astrid, the two women shared a warm smile and nuzzled their noses against each other, and then shared a deep, passionate kiss. Once pulling away from the blissed-out ebony-haired beauty, Astrid then nuzzled her face in the crook of Heather's neck while looking to Hiccup and seeking his hand, he took it as the three pressed tightly together.
"Gods, I love you both so much," Hiccup sighed out with a beaming smile. "Aside from Toothless, you both complete me."
"Likewise," Heather said softly while caressing both Hiccup's hands. "I can't thank you both for allowing me to be with you both."
Turning her head to face Astrid once more, Heather pecked the blond woman's lips and smiled at her. "We just click; all three of us work so perfectly, and I wouldn't have it any other way," she then looked to Hiccup and pecked his lips. "I love you both."
"Mmm, love you too, Heather," Hiccup then yawned and nodded. "Sleep now, tomorrow we have work to do." Soon enough, all three Haddocks were entwined together in a naked embrace, Hiccup grabbed the long, thick fur blanket to cover their nudity, but they huddled as close as they could until they were satisfied. The three of them soon drifted off into the land of dreams with warm smiles gracing their satisfied faces, especially Heather.
She had been pursuing happiness for quite some time, and now she had it with Hiccup and Astrid by her side. And if anyone or anything attempted to wrest her happiness from her, she would fight until her last breath to keep Hiccup and Astrid safe, from this day onwards.
Eventually, Heather finally succumbed to sleep while thanking the gods for blessing her in this way. The thought of spending the rest of her mortal and eternal life with Hiccup and Astrid made Heather elated.
(Scandinavia— Unknown location)
Night had fallen in Scandinavia, and a Roman galley sliced through the waters of Norway, but the Roman soldiers and occupants onboard had been killed by the slaves who were kept in the belly of the galley, and the slaves that were condemned to row the galley. Of course, this ship had been anchored in the harbor of Rome, but the slaves had managed to overcome their oppressors and sail the ship out of the Empire's grasp, and for a time, these slaves thought they were free.
That is until they noticed several Roman galleys pursuing them about a week after their escape.
With no plan where to go, these slaves had unknowingly sailed into Scandinavia as did the Roman scout legion pursuing them.
Eventually, the galley that was under the slave's control touched down on dry land, and the slaves all scrambled while looking up to the one leading them, a Greek gladiator who was being transported to one of the Roman provinces and provide entertainment for its citizens and the governor of that province. This gladiator's name was Demetrius, he was a well-built man, he had olive-toned skin, brown eyes, and short, yet curly ebony hair. For a man who was used to warm climax, Demetrius was not prepared for the cold that sunk into his skin, he felt as though he was being stabbed by trillions of knives. But he was a gladiator, and he had been trained to embrace suffering and strife so that he may live to fight another day and eventually gain his freedom.
He had his freedom, now he needed to overcome the cold of this alien land, and see to it that the men and women who looked up to him were provided for and that they remained free people.
Demetrius and the former slaves that looked up to him were then able to hide their ship in a nearby cave, before disembarking, that way, if the Romans passed by the land they had touched down on, they would then pass them by. Now on solid ground after months at sea, Demetrius led his followers into the thick, dense forest. The first order of business was either finding or building shelter, the cold was affecting many of the men and women because none had ever experienced cold such as this.
"Demetrius! I see a cave!"
The Greek gladiator looked to where his fellow companion was pointing, there was a base of a mountain with a cave mouth that was large enough for dozens of people to enter.
"Everyone, inside!"
As the runaway slaves entered the cave, they all got to work on starting multiple fires to shake off the Scandinavian cold that had seeped into their bones. While those who couldn't fight began to settle in, Demetrius looked outside the cave to see many more of his companions entering while carrying supplies, food reserves, and weapons that were all kept in the galley. Many of the slaves were people that were stripped from their homes by the Romans, while many more of them were barbarian warriors that were sentenced to train as gladiators.
"Demetrius."
The man turned to lay eyes on a woman he had grown quite fond of, she too was Greek, a Corinth named Lydia. She had long, brown hair, she too had olive-toned skin, and brown eyes, and she was a fighter as well, she was not a gladiator, but before her unfortunate enslavement, her father had taught her how to fight even as a child. Her fighting spirit attracted Demetrius a great deal, and he helped keep her skills as a fighter sharp whenever they had free time.
"Lydia, what is it?"
"We've offloaded what we could from the galley, but everyone is exhausted," she then spoke softly. "Perhaps it would be best that we rest and figure out where we are in the morning."
Nodding in agreement, Demetrius then saw several men who he had trained with in the Ludus Magnus in Rome. "Help those who haven't the strength to walk and get them in the cave so that they can rest and stay warm," he then turned to Lydia. "Help them as well, I'll take the first watch."
"Would you not rather take a moment's respite?"
Turning to his fellow gladiator, Demetrius shook his head. "I'll be alright," he then gave all a dismissive wave. "Go on, help the others." Hesitant at first, Lydia and the gladiators ultimately nodded and helped the other escaped slaves inside the cave.
Demetrius sighed heavily and knew that eventually the Romans chasing them would pick up their scent and drag them back to Rome and be crucified, punishment for escaping bondage. But the Greek gladiator swore to himself that he would keep these people safe, and he would lay down his life for everyone here if the need ever arose.
Though he offered to take the first watch, Demetrius knew he would need to sleep soon. After all, they needed to find out where they were and who lived in these lands.
But until then, Demetrius leaned back against the mouth of the cave, with a sword in hand, and kept his eyes open, keeping watch while his companions gathered much-needed rest after a perilous journey on the sea and escaping from Rome.
A/N: So, I haven't read the Httyd books or played the games, but characters like Camicazi, Thuggory, and Big Boobied Bertha are in the books, and characters like Nikora and Eir Stormheart and Harald Forkbeard are in the games, just in case some of you were unaware of that. Also, these runaway slaves are going to play a big role in this story, so keep an eye on them. Anyway, I appreciate the positive feedback this story is getting, it gives the motivation to keep writing on , Wattpad, AO3, and any other writing platform. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you in the next update!
