"No"
Romulus stared at the figure standing atop the Blue Death. The figure had erupted from the sea, standing atop of his dragon. Both cloaked in the white armor of the emperors of old.
"You? I...I killed you."
The white armored figure lifted his left arm as if holding a bow and then his right strung the arrow. Romulus stared at the unusual scene when a flash of white knocked the sword from his hand. The Blue Death drifted to put his master directly in front of Romulus, who stood at the edge of the Berkian cliffs.
"Your reign of terror has come to an end, Romulus." The booming voice of the rider resonated through the crowds of soldiers, those that had been whispering now stopped.
"Who...who are you?!" Romulus forced out, both of his two answers frightening him dearly.
"I am the Dragon Conqueror, he who rides wings of black, with the heart of a chief, and a soul of a dragon, son of Stoick the Vast, grandson of Emperor Julius II, chieftain of Berk and heir to the throne of Rome!"
Astrid gasped and pulled her hands to her face, it was Hiccup. A few of the Romans dropped their blades and a few of the vikings slipped off their helmets. First turned to his master.
"You...you said there was no other heir. You said that Remus had killed your entire family."
Romulus looked down at the ground, refusing to answer. First stumbled backward.
"You did it...You killed Julius!"
Romulus sighed, bent over, and picked his sword back up. Staring into the black metal, he responded.
"I took what was rightfully mine! Had I not, where would we be now, First? Hmmm...sitting at home listening to Remus have his pointless debates with the Senate? I wouldn't let that happen, not when my destiny was waiting!" He turned to his soldiers. "The world awaits my people, a world ripe for the taking, a world that belongs to Rome!"
The crowd stared a the crazed man, some in pity, some in shame. A deranged smile that had appeared on his face during his speech began to fade.
"I am your emperor." He screamed.
First looked disappointently at Romulus and then walked up to him. Romulus began to smile and opened his arms to welcome his friend. Then he walked past him. Stopping before Hiccup, First slowly wrapped his hand around the hilt of his blade and lowered himself to a kneel. He unsheathed his blade and it rested on the palms of his hands.
"My sword is yours, my Emperor."
Toothless landed on the cliff and Hiccup walked up to First, who bowed his head further at the approach of the heir. Hiccup placed both of his hands on First's shoulders and spoke in a low, booming voice.
"The sword is your own. We are all equal here, warrior, no man is above another, and no man is below another. A ruler stands as a guide for the ruled, not a master, as it should be." Turning to the crowd, Hiccup continued his speech. "Vikings, we need not see these men as our enemies any longer, we must be willing to forgive. Good people under the control of a bad one, do bad things."
Valka smiled at her son's interpretation of one of her own pieces of advise. A few of the vikings, inspired by their chief, began to shake the hands of the Roman Legionnaires, a few even got Viking bear hugs. Hiccup smiled under his helmet, and then returned to his address.
"Soldiers of Rome, we have forgiven you, but now you must learn to forgive yourselves. Drop your weapons, forget this pointless campaign. The world doesn't need a ruler, it needs a fellowship, a fellowship of all men."
Standing up next to Hiccup, First looked at his sword and then plunged it into the dirt at his feet. Several soldiers followed suit, even stripping their armor and returning the bear hugs that the vikings had offered. First grabbed Hiccup's hand and lifted it to the skies.
"Cheers to Hiccup, heir of Julius, emancipator of the Romans."
A chant rose up into the skies, carried by the Vikings of Berk, the Soldiers of Rome, and the dragons of the world. Astrid ran up to Hiccup, removed his helmet and embraced him.
"I knew you weren't dead." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Of course not." He kissed her back, on the lips.
Toothless pushed his way in-between the two and smiled his famous toothless smile.
In the midst of the cheers, people had forgotten about the black-armored emperor and the black giant that lay silently on the Berkian Great Hall. Romulus silently stepped onto a claw of the black beast and it slid him up to rider position. A loud cheer went up when the heir's lips met his love, distracting the soldiers even further. Romulus' staff tapped on the top of the head of the Black Death. rocks began falling down the mountain as the monstrous beast began to rise up from its dormant state.