A/N: There are several things to expect in this chapter. First, there's a one-year time jump in the story. Second, Astrid, Elsa, and Fiona will give birth to their children. Third, since Mulan failed to nab Hiccup, they're going to be two familiar faces that will try to kidnap Hiccup and not only fail but also be smitten by him. Fourth, and finally, this chapter is going to be about Hiccup having his first orgy with all the women he's with at the moment. Got it? Great, let's get to it!
(Normal pov— Frankia)
After ensuring that his Viking allies in England were provided with enough resources, men, and dragons to help solidify their hold over the Saxon kingdoms and ensure the nobles of those lands wouldn't raise an army to retaliate against the Vikings that now ruled over, Hiccup and his people set sail to Frankia. While at sea, Hiccup had anointed Princess Aud Haraldsdottir as his right hand for the invasion that they would conduct in Paris. Now working closely with the young king, Aud, along with Toka Sinricsdottir would teach Hiccup the Frankish language, tell him of their enemy's strengths and weaknesses, and inform him of the various Viking tribes scattered throughout Frankia. Aside from the Elgring Clan, which was under the command of Toka's uncle, Sigfred, there was still a sizeable amount of Vikings under the Fairhair banner entrenched out there that were awaiting Aud's return, and finally, there was the Draugr Tribe, a horde of Vikings who cover themselves in warpaint while also fight half naked, draped in thick fur cloaks and wear the bones of animals or humans as a means of intimidating their enemies. Armed with the knowledge of seeking new allies and how to deal with the Franks, Hiccup gave the command to set sail to Frankia.
The vast forces of Scandinavians and dragons didn't go unnoticed by the Franks, however, they were met with resistance at every turn, especially when the Scandinavian forces made a beach landing on the shores of Normandy, even with the aid of the dragons, the Franks were armed to the teeth and had knowledge on how to deal with Vikings, especially since the ruler of Paris was a descendant of Rollo Lothbrok. Aud and Toka had warned the young King of Vikings that the Franks were fierce and though they would never measure up to Vikings in battle, they had more... creative ways to deal with their enemies. As the days turned into months, Hiccup and those under his command were neck-deep in battles, blood, and hardships as they pushed to the heart of Frankia— Paris. Not only were they facing hostile forces and foreign territory at every turn, the lands now played host to a horrific plague known as "The Bite," which is a lethal plague that spreads thanks to rats. The Scandinavians found countless Frankish villages and towns were abandoned, half-eaten bodies of humans and livestock alike and they had their first encounter with swarms of rats that sought to devour them, however, the feral rodents were no match for the might of the dragons, and they were forced to flee back underground from which they came.
With many of the Frankish states who hampered the Viking's progress swiftly dealt with by mountain-sized dragons, Hiccup and his people were not afraid to fight head-to-head against those who sought to kill them. Thanks to the knowledge he received of each Frankish duke, Hiccup and his army were able to defeat them slowly but surely, and it would appear that fortune favored them, despite the bloody battles they fought, no Vikings or dragons fell on the battlefield. With each mounting victory over the Franks, Vikings that were entrenched in these lands banded to meet Hiccup and his forces so that they too could exact vengeance against the Franks for all that they had done to them and their families.
The resistance grew so great that the end of the year had already come upon them, they had to sacrifice not celebrating Snoggletog until they reached their new home. Even though they couldn't celebrate their annual winter holiday properly, Hiccup still allowed his people a respite to spend time with their friends, family and loved ones until they were prepared to move on. For the young king, the time had come for him to receive his next heirs from Astrid, Elsa, and Fiona. A small army of midwives had gathered at the king's tent to aid their queens in delivering their children without incidents or accidents. Hearing his women's cries of agony as they were in labor felt as though Hiccup had a knife in his belly and someone was twisting that figurative knife; it was excruciating to watch these women with who he shared his heart and bed with so much pain. But then again, it also showed Hiccup that despite the tears and agony, these women wanted to bless him with many heirs and children so that they too could carry on the Haddock name long after Hiccup himself is dust and bones.
Elsa had given birth to a beautiful girl who had been born with two different eye colors, one green, and one blue. She had dark auburn fuzz on her head, along with a tinge of blond. Overwhelmed by emotion and tears, Elsa cradled her daughter close while looking up at Hiccup, who was by her side. While pressing a kiss against her temple, he promises her that she won't be alone in raising their daughter, a promise that fills Elsa with relief and reassurance. Anna, who was ecstatic that her sister was now a mother and that she was now an aunt, she inquired what the girl's name would be.
"Sif," Elsa cooed while cradling her first child close. "Sif Haddock." Looking up at Hiccup, the Queen of the Arendelle Vikings gave her lover a curious look. "Do you have a name in mind?"
Shaking his head, Hiccup caressed Elsa's hair. "It's perfect," he reassured her before placing a gentle kiss on the top of his daughter's head. "Welcome to the world, Sif."
Anna squealed happily for her sister and was beyond ecstatic that she was now an aunt, seeing her sister beaming uncontrollably made Elsa laugh. She knew that her younger sister would make a fantastic aunt and help raise Sif into becoming a strong woman.
When the king made his way to Fiona, he found that she too had given birth to a beautiful girl. The baby had fiery red fuzz on the top of her head and piercing green eyes and those features reminded Hiccup of his late father, Stoick the Vast. Smiling to himself, Hiccup knew that if his father were still alive, he would be overjoyed to see his grandchildren.
"Gods, this one has fire in her, Hiccup," Fiona exhaled heavily while letting out a tired laugh. "I wonder where she got that from?"
"Hmm, I wonder," he said sarcastically, already knowing the child in Fiona's arms would grow up as fierce as her mother. "Have you thought of a name for her yet?" When his red-haired lover shook her head, Hiccup hummed to himself before smiling. "How about Gunhild? She waged war to get out of your womb and into this world."
Looking at her lover and then back at her daughter, Fiona chuckled to herself before nodding in agreement. "Gunhild. I quite like the sound of that," she confessed before smirking. "Since her name means "war," I pray she doesn't become a bloodthirsty warmonger when she grows older."
"She's Viking, we all have the desire to enact war at times,"
Finally, when the time came for Hiccup and Astrid to have their second child, it doesn't all go as it should— something goes wrong. Astrid is left weak and sick, having lost a lot of blood due to complications during the delivery. After what felt like a lifetime of watching his wife in agony, he was ecstatic that his and Astrid's second child had been born.
"What is it?"
The midwives, aiding their queen shared looks before one of them satisfied the king's curiosity. "You have a son, King Hiccup," she then presented the wailing boy to the father, "a healthy boy."
Tears of joy swelled in the king's eyes, his lips were trembling, and he exhaled quietly. "I have a son," laughing quietly, he then took his newborn son in his arms, cradling him until his wails quieted.
The gods had blessed him, but Hiccup's attention on his son was short-lived, an hour after his wife had given birth, the midwives rushed to inform the king that Astrid is dying from a fever that has overtaken her; he has never seen Astrid look so ill, so unlike her usual strong self, she looked far worse than when she was struck with the Scourge of Odin during their war with Viggo and the Grimborn Hunters all those years ago. Their daughter, Zephyr is kept away from her mother while she recovers from the immense blood loss from delivering the first Haddock prince into the world and the fever that now grips her, the future Queen of Vikings currently resides with her grandmother, Valka, whilst Hiccup worries and withdraws; even at three winters old, Zephyr finds herself worrying too— about her mother and father, about her new sibling.
Hiccup finds himself praying to the gods hourly, begging that they do not take Astrid from him; he has already lost his father... he couldn't bear the thought of losing Astrid too. If she died, he knows that he will be lost without her by his side, without her smiles, her intelligence, her bravery, her support, and their children would grow up without their mother. He doesn't want to live in a world that does not have Astrid in it. He sits by her side all day and all night, hoping she will get better.
She has to.
And because of his commitment to seeing his wife survive the fatal fever that gripped her, Hiccup abstained from sex with his lovers for the time being, however, he would be there for Elsa and Fiona while tending to Sif and Gunhild while those he trusted looked after Astrid.
Because of his absence, many of the Vikings and Scandinavians were wondering why their king wasn't leading them, especially when they were entrenched in hostile territory. Unsurprisingly, Harald Haraldson tried using this to get the people in a frenzied state and get them to question the young king's rule. Hiccup's inner circle, however,— Snotlout and the Jorgenson clan, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs, Eret, Gobber, and Valka all band together and do their best to take over his duties as leader of the Vikings for the time being, they alone being the few who know exactly what is wrong with their king. The rest of the Scandinavians know that something is wrong but can only rumor and whisper as they wait for their king to tell them himself.
Gothi and her apprentice, Ya'ela Toladottir, was a fifteen-year-old Hairy Hooligan who had lost her parents as a child back when Vikings and dragons were at war with each other. With no other kin to look after Ya'ela, Berk's elder and healer raised the child as her own and taught her how to become a healer and she had been blessed with abilities only a seer is capable of performing. Together, these two would regularly come over to Hiccup's tent, doing everything possible to get Astrid better. No method or medicine is overlooked— there are herbs, mixtures, and practices the elder tries, and everyone waits with bated breath for something, anything to work. She and Ya'ela also check over the newly born Haddock prince in the meantime, confirming that he is indeed healthy and strong if a little on the small side from being early.
Finally, after a full week of worrying, sleepless nights, of praying diligently to the Æsir, the fever that had gripped Astrid tightly had miraculously broken. Of course, she was weak and exhausted, but she beamed at the sight of her husband, laughing quietly when he enveloped her in his arms. "It'll take more than a fever to kill me, babe," she joked. Hiccup is so relieved that he can't help but laugh at his wife's words, tears streaming down his face.
"Gods, I thought I was going to lose you, Milady. You me quite the scare."
Returning her husband's embrace, Astrid murmured against his ear. "I'm still here, babe," taking in his scent, she sighs contentedly. "And I'm not going anywhere." She promises.
When Astrid was strong enough to sit up, Gothi and Ya'ela brought the new Haddock boy to their queen so that she could nurse him; some of the midwives by the two healers hesitate and suggest that maybe she should take it easy, that one of the other mothers in the war camp feed the future king instead. Astrid merely rolls her eyes at their concerns and brings the babe to her breast pointedly. She is then quiet and astounded by the baby boy, running a finger over the tufts of blonde hair so much like her own, and she beams at the sight of her son eagerly sucking her breast for the milk that will sustain him. Hiccup is slightly sheepish that he hasn't seen the baby much in the last few days, but all of that falls away when he sits by his wife's side and gazes at their son in awe. He has never had his breath taken away like this, except for when their daughter came into the world and changed his life just three and a half years previously on New Berk.
When Zephyr is finally allowed to visit too, now that Astrid is better, she is impatient to meet her new baby brother. She checks for herself first that her mother is okay, reassuring herself as she cuddles up with Astrid, and then her brother is brought into the room. She grows very quiet, wide-eyed as she peers at the bundle her father holds in his arms.
"Small," she says, voice a mere whisper, and then a beaming smile, "love baby brother."
The family sits there for some time as the baby fusses, wanting a feed and screwing up his face until he gets it. When he's settled, Hiccup realizes something.
"You know, we haven't got a name for him yet," he states before cocking his head. "Got any ideas?"
Astrid shrugs and frowns, unsure herself. 'Stoick' the name they had decided on should the baby be a boy, however, that doesn't really fit their small, blonde son, and they both know it.
Half-joking, Hiccup turns to their daughter and picks her up before putting her in his lap; she giggles at him. "What about you, little lady? Got any ideas?"
Zephyr shrugs too, not really concerned. "Nothing," she says, though it comes out as "Nuffink," because of her lisp. Both of her parents laugh quietly and fondly at this. Encouraged, Zephyr giggles again. "Nuffink!"
"Call the baby, 'Nothing'," Hiccup jokes while he shakes his head in amusement when Zephyr nods. "We can't call your brother 'Nothing', Zeph."
"Nuffink," She says again happily, looking at her brother. Neither of her parents takes this seriously, still laughing between themselves when Valka comes to collect Zephyr for the night, just to give them both some more time to adjust to the new baby.
As Valka carries Zephyr through the Scandinavian war camp, the Haddock matriarch is approached by Hiccup and Astrid's friends, who dote on the future Queen of Vikings in the elder Haddock's arms. Zephyr revels in this attention, particularly when Snotlout puts her on his shoulders and lets her steal his newly fashioned Kingsguard gjermundbu helmet with ram horns attached to the side.
"So?" Tuffnut asks expectantly at the elder Haddock. "What're they calling him?"
"Baby," Zephyr says before Valka can explain that Hiccup and Astrid haven't named their son yet, the little girl in her arms beams with excitement. "Nuffink! Baby Nuffink!" She giggles at her own joke, and the adults are all amused.
After a moment, Tuffnut muses "Hehe, Nuff-ink. Hey, that's actually a good name!"
Ruffnut nods in agreement. "Yeah, he could be one of us, Tuff!"
It becomes a running joke by the next morning; whenever anyone asks what the young king's baby is called, someone replies "Nuffink, according to young Zephyr." It spreads through the war camp like wildfire.
Hiccup goes to greet their friends the next morning, only to find himself face to face with several people eager to see "Nuffink," his friends are among the crowds of Scandinavians. For a moment he's confused - and then he realizes and is astounded. "That's... That's not his actual name, you guys—"
"Yeah, it is," Snotlout informs him with a smirk. "Zeph said so."
Hiccup tries to convince his cousin and friends that his newborn son is not in fact called "Nuffink," but his friends don't listen.
"Zeph's next in line, right?" Tuffnut reminds him. "Whatever she says goes."
"That's right!" Ruffnut agrees wholeheartedly.
Sighing, Fishlegs looks at Hiccup, who waits on him to voice his thoughts. "I hate to agree with my wife and brother-in-law, but... they're right,"
It shouldn't surprise Hiccup that his friends would take orders from his three-year-old daughter more than they do him, it really shouldn't, and yet he's surprised.
"It's not his name," Hiccup insists, mostly because he knows Astrid will murder him if he doesn't make this crystal clear.
"Then what name did you pick for him?"
"Well... nothing ye—"
"So it IS Nuffink!" Tuffnut interrupts triumphantly while grinning at his sister.
"Tuffnut, no—"
But they're all talking over him. Hiccup deflates, sighing as he turns to go back into his tent. He is not looking forward to explaining this to Astrid. In truth, they still haven't been able to come up with any other names, and they can't keep calling their son "the baby" forever.
And so it sort of just starts to stick.
"Nuffink!" Zephyr cries when she comes to see her brother again, excited and laughing happily.
"Aww! Nuffink is so cute!" Fishlegs gushes when he comes over to deliver freshly baked food on behalf of the Ingerman clan for Astrid, Elsa, and Fiona who were still recovering from delivering their babies into the world the following afternoon.
"Aww, lil Nuff is sleeping," Tuffnut says to his twin.
Ruffnut nods in agreement, cradling her own pregnant stomach. "Hey, we should make him an honorary— nut— Nuffnut!"
"Hehe, yes!" Tuffnut swiftly agrees with his sister.
Astrid deadpans at the siblings and nearly throws both twins out of the tent right then and there for their suggestion, but not before beating them into a pulp.
Unfortunately, the king and queen's son's name starts to catch on with everyone else too. Gobber visits with a small toy hammer, exclaiming he's excited to see little Nuffink. Eret and Melody visit with gifts too, not just for Nuffink but for his two other heirs, and when the former Dragon Trapper is allowed to hold the baby boy in his arms, he grins. "He's a chip off the old block, Hiccup— Nuffink will do us all proud," he winked before adding teasingly. "If he's got your physic, I'll be more than happy to help your boy bulk up." Astrid snickers in amusement and assures Eret that if that's the case, she'll help.
When given the chance to hold the future king in her arms, Melody sings a Northuldran lullaby that effectively puts him to sleep when he was about to burst into tears. Hiccup and Astrid share a shocked look, as far as singing voices are concerned, Melody may be the best among their ranks; she may even be better than Heather, who too has a beautiful singing voice.
As more of the Scandinavians go with the flow and name their future king "Nuffink," even Valka starts calling him that, much to Hiccup's chagrin.
"Mom, no. Not you too..."
"Oh, but it suits him, Hiccup," she tells him cheerfully, enamored by her new grandson. "It has its own charm, don't you think?"
"I shouldn't be surprised," He mutters dryly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "After all, you gave me a name meaning the runt of the litter."
"And you turned out to be the strongest of them all!" She reminds him fondly, and he feels his annoyance drift away when she presses a kiss against his temple and wraps him in his arms while murmuring how proud she is of him.
Soon enough, even Hiccup and Astrid are calling him that-- it just happens, despite their best efforts trying not to give in to it.
"Well, at least he won't have to live up to anyone," Astrid sighs, swaddling their son in furs to keep him warm one night. "Nuffink... well, we can make it work. We'll make it great, won't we, Nuff?" Nuffink gurgles happily at her, quite unconcerned. She smiles, pressing a kiss to her son's forehead as Hiccup chuckles fondly at her.
"There are worse names," He reminds her. "He could be a Hiccup, like me, or... or a Snotlout."
She narrows her eyes at him, and though he sees the playful smirk tugging at her mouth, her tone is deadly serious. "Hiccup, I love you with all my heart. But we are never— and I mean never naming one of our children after a Jorgenson,"
Hiccup laughs, and she laughs too in amusement. "Well, thank Thor we can agree on that, Milady,"
Perhaps it's mostly because their daughter picked it, but the King and Queen of Vikings grow to love their son's name. They were Haddocks, after all, and they were truly a different breed of people.
(One week later)
As the new year was upon the Scandinavian migrants, Hiccup and his followers were graced with the arrival of the Fairhair Vikings that had been fighting alongside Princess Aud, along with what remained of the Elgring Clan, its leader, Sigfred had fallen in battle by the Paris Inquisition, leaving Toka in command of her clan. And finally, the Draugr Tribe, and their leader, Dahlia the Demented, and her hordes of fierce, feral warriors arrived in their thousands on foot, horseback, and even chariots that had blades protruding from the wheels. Welcoming these factions of Vikings into his ranks, Hiccup promised them that they had come to exact revenge on the Franks for dishonoring their people in battle and promised them glory, wealth, reputation, and mending the honor that the Franks had shown little regard for.
Once they were beyond the outskirts of Paris, the massive Scandinavian force once more made camp and the dragons made themselves at home. As their war camp was being assembled, Hiccup himself was making his way toward his tent when a familiar face approached him.
"My king,"
"Ah, Olaf Beigrøs," patting the baker's arm, Hiccup urged the man to walk with him. "Tell me, what have you heard?"
"Harald Haraldson, Madguts the Murderous, Ulfbjorn of the Lava Lout Tribe, and a handful of others, including Princess Aud and her friend, Toka, have spoken together away from prying eyes and ears, speaking of overthrowing you. But that was in England, and since then, they have kept their distance from each other," shrugging, the baker thought out loud. "Perhaps this is a means of not drawing unwanted attention."
Nodding, Hiccup was troubled that his own people wanted to turn on him. Yes, being king comes with that risk, and as king, his choices and decisions would not please everyone around him, however, in the end, his word was law, and would be obeyed.
"I understand the risks you take to inform of these meetings between those who wish to usurp me of kingship, but you don't have to take those risks any longer, my friend," Hiccup shrugged, "I can find someone better suited, someone who knows how to be invisible—"
"King Hiccup. I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Perhaps I'm not as strong as I once was, but I've fought alongside your father my times when I was your age," Olaf smiled, "I wish to serve you in this way. Not only do I serve as a baker and provider of food for our people, but I serve you as your informant. As a commoner, I hear things, and what I hear could help you plan ahead to ensure you and your family are out of harm's way."
Placing a firm hand on the baker's shoulder, Hiccup bowed his head in gratitude. "You and your family have my thanks, Olaf," smiling, he continued. "When we reach our new home, you and your family will be rewarded for your loyalty and devotion."
"Lord, as I served your father, I will serve you," Olaf said dismissively. "You may not be able to please everyone in this war camp, however, many of our people, Viking or not are content with you as their king, I hear it every day. Continue to be a fair, just leader, and the people will love you."
Olaf's words were a great encouragement to the young king, despite his distaste for being a leader with tremendous responsibilities and duties, Hiccup was obligated to deny his own desires and ensure his people would thrive and prosper for generations to come.
"Thank you, Olaf. Your words are of great encouragement to me," Hiccup smiled.
"Lord," the baker acknowledged before taking his leave as his wife, Grünhild approached. As both elder Beigrøs took their leave, Hiccup continued on his way to his own tent.
Once inside his tent, he found Astrid and all his lovers talking amongst themselves before turning to their man. Each woman greeted Hiccup with kisses, hugs, and affection while he got to work on removing his leather armor, thick fur cloak, and boot.
"Tired, babe?"
Looking over his shoulder, Hiccup looked into his wife's eyes and noted the tone she was using. Smirking, he shook his head. "Not entirely," he could see his women who were smiling suddenly beam at his words. "After all, don't I owe you an orgy?"
"Hehe, you sure do," Camicazi said before eyeing Hiccup with ravenous eyes. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that this has been a long time coming. These Franks have been the biggest cockblocks."
"Ugh! Don't remind us," Anna groaned. "Yes, we're the invading forces, but how is it that they attack as soon as we're about to have sex?"
Snickering, Heather shrugged before grabbing the front of Hiccup's pants, and pulling him close to her. "Instead of talking, let's satisfy our needs before the Franks drop in unannounced again," the joint leader of the Berserkers cupped Hiccup's face and kissed him passionately. The king returned Heather's kiss, wrapping his arms around her while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
While the two of them were kissing, the other women got to work removing their clothes, and the sight of Hiccup and Heather groping and kissing with such passion made things hot. Once naked, Astrid approached the Berserker from behind until her front was flush against her back. Moving in, the Queen of Vikings began kissing Heather's neck while also kneading her breasts, the sensations of Astrid's ministrations caused the Berserker to break away from Hiccup's lips and release a throaty moan. She then wrapped an arm behind Astrid's head and pulled her in for a deep kiss, one that Astrid eagerly returned.
Hiccup, who was momentarily distracted by the erotic sight of Astrid and Heather kissing suddenly gasped when a hand cupped his bulge from behind. Turning around, the king grinned at Camicazi who was giving him a coy smirk while continuing to grope his bulge. Soon, the Bog Burglar unfastened his pants and yanked the offending clothing down with one firm tug, along with his undergarments until both articles of clothing pooled at his ankles. Fiona wrapped herself behind Hiccup and began tugging his tunic above his head, the king lifted his arms up so that the fiery redhead could remove the last of his clothing, leaving him naked and hard as a rock.
"Gods, you look divine, Hiccup," Atali purred, running hands along his toned, scarred, tattooed, body. Her short nails ran along his nipples, causing him to sigh in pleasure while also feeling Camicazi stroking his cock to further hardness and Fiona deliberately rubbing her breasts against his back at a slow, sensual pace while kissing his neck and broad shoulders. "Such a fine specimen of a man." The leader of the Wingmaidens praised him before pulling Hiccup in for a kiss. While returning Atali's kiss, Hiccup gasped loudly in her mouth when Camicazi soon took his cock in her mouth while pumping him at the base and groping his balls.
Astrid, who was alongside both Elsa and Anna had finished stripping Heather's remaining clothing before they began to work Heather into a mess of moans, mewls, and cries. Elsa kissed along the Berserker's front before kneading her breasts, Anna had kneeled before Heather and began to devour her sopping sex as if she had been deprived of food for months. Whilst the ebony-haired beauty trembled in her arms, Astrid kept her friend upright while kissing along her back and neck, while also murmuring how beautiful she was in the throes of pleasure. Heather placed a hand on top of Anna's head as she serviced her so very well, each flick of the strawberry blond's tongue threatened to make Heather go cross-eyed as she not only experienced her eager tongue, but her nose was rubbing against her clit, only adding to the pleasure she was experiencing. Elsa, who had been working Heather's supple breasts like they were lobs of dough soon leaned in to take a nipple into her mouth, causing the Berserker to throw her head back and cry out in pleasure.
"Mmm, how are the sisters, doing, Heather?" Astrid purred against her neck, caressing her curvy hips while grinning as the Berserker struggled to form a proper sentence. "Take a breath." Heather followed her friend's advice and took several breaths. "Now, tell me, how are the sisters doing?"
Heather soon released a choked sob, giving Astrid the answer she already knew. "G-Gods! T-They're so go-OOHH-good!" Reveling in the praise they had revived, the sisters increased their ministrations; Anna pulled away, using her fingers to spread Heather's lips apart, and dove back in while moaning at the taste of the Berserker's nectar. Meanwhile, Elsa switched breasts, the one that wasn't in her mouth was being kneaded and groped. Laughing quietly as Heather was being pushed towards the edge of reaching her first climax for the night, Astrid helped the sisters push Heather off the edge by kissing her lower neck, she soon began to suck on the sensitive flesh before sinking her teeth there. "A-AHH-Astrid!" The combination of both pain and pleasure was all Heather could take before she came. Her knees threatened to buckle, however, Astrid kept her upright while shushing her mewls and whimpers tenderly.
While rising to her feet, Anna licked her lips and saw Astrid's eyes darken. "Do you want a taste?" She smirked.
"Is that a trick question?" The High Queen reached for Anna and kissed her and licked her soaked chin, moaning in delight at the taste of Heather's juices.
Elsa turned to Hiccup and laughed quietly as he was being reduced to a similar state to what Heather had been in just moments ago. "It looks like Cami is finally having her fill of cock," she then jabbed playfully. "We had yak sausage with our evening meal, and you still haven't had your fill?"
Withdrawing from Hiccup's cock, Camicazi looked over her shoulder and remarked. "Eat me, Elsa! No yak sausage will ever come close to this one," she began pumping Hiccup's spit-soaked cock at a rapid pace while continuing to grope his balls, stimulating him further. With that said, Camicazi then licked him from base to tip before looking up at Hiccup and wrapping her large breasts around his cock.
"O-Odin's beard!" Hiccup watched with bated breath as Camicazi wrapped her breasts tightly around his shaft, whenever she would bounce up and down, she would lean in, dragging her tongue along the underside and up to his tip. "Mmm, yes!" He growled while also being caressed, touched, and groped by Atali and Fiona who were also kissing along his neck, chest, and shoulders.
Whilst Camicazi was servicing him, Fiona kneaded his pert backside, savoring the firm, hardened muscles in her hands. "Have I told you that you have a great backside?" Looking over at the rest of the women who were watching, the redhead grinned. "Am I right or am I right?"
"You're not wrong," Camicazi said while flicking her tongue along the tip of Hiccup's cock before bouncing her breasts up and down at a faster pace. "Most men are flat as a board down there, but not our man."
Atali hummed in agreement while pulling away from Hiccup's chest, she had been licking and tugging at his nipples with her tongue and teeth. "As I said before, he's a fine specimen of a man," she then nudged the Bog Burglar with her knee. "Now, be a good girl and finish him off, we've had enough foreplay."
Smirking, Camicazi nodded in agreement, she increased her tempo, squeezing her breasts harder against Hiccup and bouncing up and down so fast that Hiccup couldn't hold back his climax even if he wanted to. Rope after rope of his seed flung up into the air and crashed down on Camicazi's face and breasts. Fiona's arms were what kept him upright as his knees threatened to buckle. "Gods, that was good," Hiccup exhaled while watching Atali help Camicazi to her feet and began to lick away his seed that painted her skin.
"Mmm, now, I believe it's time we take this to our bed," Fiona purred against his ear while tugging at his right earlobe with her teeth. Groaning at the tone of the redhead's voice and how her hands began to glide along his chest, Hiccup nodded in agreement. "Ladies, let's begin. Shall we?" Fiona's words caused the other women to join her as they all had Hiccup laying on the center of the bed.
Laying beside her husband, Astrid looked up at the women surrounding them with a grin. "So, who wants to ride Hiccup first?"
"Well, Camicazi is craving sausage tonight," Elsa teased once again. "It seems fair to let her ride him first."
Smirking at the leader of the Arendelle Vikings, Camicazi remarked. "How generous of you," as she straddled Hiccup, she began to grind herself against his cock. In an effort to get his old friend wetter, the king winked at his women. "Care to help Cami get wetter, ladies?" Not needing to be told twice, the women began working as one to get the Bog Burglar more aroused. Closing her eyes and smiling at the multitude of sensations washing over her, Camicazi could feel herself grow wetter with each passing moment until finally, Hiccup had them cease their actions. "Cami, go ahead and mount me," turning to Fiona, he urged her to straddle his face. Finally, he turned to both Atali and Anna seated themselves in the palms of his hands.
"Wait, is he going to—?" Heather gasped in shock.
Astrid too was shocked when Hiccup began humping Atali and Anna with his fingers. "Babe, one thing I truly love about you is how creative you are," she praised.
"Thank you, Milady," looking up at Fiona, he wagged his eyebrows. "Care to go for a ride?"
Laughing, Fiona remarked. "I would love to, kind sir," as she seated herself over Hiccup's face, his tongue began to delve into her sex. Sighing in pleasure, Fiona closed her eyes and laughed breathlessly. "Gods, I missed feeling your tongue, Hiccup." The king hummed in agreement as he began to devour Fiona with strong purpose.
All the while, Astrid felt her heart hammering in her chest and her arousal climbed to great heights. Seeing her husband hump four women with his tongue, hands, and cock was an impressive feat, as taboo as it was, it was incredibly erotic to bear witness.
Elsa turned to Astrid before grabbing her arms and pulling her into a deep passionate kiss. Letting out a surprised gasp against Elsa's cool lips, Astrid returned it and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other. Whilst she was still kissing Elsa, the Queen of Vikings turned to Heather who was massaging her own breasts while watching her kissing Elsa. Momentarily breaking her kiss with the platinum-haired blond, Astrid moved to Heather and began to kiss her, as did Elsa. Soon, the three women were engaged in a three-way kiss, tongues coaxing along tongues, moans entwining with each other, and hands caressing firm, yet soft feminine flesh.
As Astrid and Heather began to wrestle playfully on the bed, Elsa bit her lower lip in arousal before getting off of the bed to fetch a cup of wine. While taking a drink of wine, Elsa grinned into the cup when both Astrid and Heather turned in her direction. Winking at her current lovers, Elsa lifted the cup of wine and beamed as both Astrid and Heather's mouths were agape at the sight of her pouring wine on top of her perky, supple breasts.
Before Elsa could react, she let out a surprised cry that soon turned to boisterous laughter as Heather licked the exotic drink trickling down her belly and up her sternum. Moaning in delight when Heather took a nipple in her mouth, Elsa eyed Astrid, whose eyes were burning with lust and arousal. "Come," she beckoned like a siren trying to lure a sailor off course. Unable to resist Elsa's beauty and her offering of lapping wine off of her body, Astrid was by Heather's side, lapping wine off of her pale, flawless skin.
Camicazi bit her lower lip while bouncing up and down Hiccup's cock. The Bog Burglar had missed the feeling of having her oldest friend, now lover inside her, many events had prevented her and many of the women in the tent to savor the touch of their king and lover, but now that they were finally scratching their itch, Camicazi was hellbent on slaking her carnal needs.
"O-Oh!" Atali whimpered as Hiccup used his dominant hand to bring the Wingmaiden leader pleasure. "Yes, ri-AHH! Right there!" Hearing the older woman cry out in pleasure caused Hiccup to continue wiggling his fingers inside her sex while also massaging her clit with his thumb.
Anna was reduced to a mewling, giggling mess as she all but rode Hiccup's right hand. The next ruler of the Arendelle Vikings soon began massaging her breasts, adding to the pleasure that Hiccup was giving her. She then began to pinch and tug at her right nipple, causing the strawberry blond to gasp sharply not only because of what she was doing but also because Hiccup's thumb rubbed her clit more aggressively and the digits he had inside of her were stretching her insides out wonderfully.
"I-I'm... I'm close, Hic-Hiccup!" Anna sobbed. Groaning in acknowledgment, the king worked her harder, pushing her off of the ledge of sanity. "AGHHHH!" With a scream, Anna came into Hiccup's hand.
Removing his soaked hand from Anna's sex, Hiccup reached for Fiona who was still riding his face. He began using his soaked fingers to rub the redhead's clit. The sounds of squelching and cries of pleasure made Hiccup stimulate Fiona faster. With her climax already reached, Anna scooted closer to Fiona, ultimately straddling Hiccup's chest before turning her attention back to the woman riding the king's tongue. Anna moved her hands to Fiona's belly and moved upwards, letting her hands rub over the redhead's breasts, gently massaging them in her palms and letting her fingers glide over her sensitive nipples.
"Yes," Fiona cooed as Anna massaged her breasts. She then gasped loudly when the Arendellian took one of her nipples into her mouth. "A-Ann-AHH!" Fiona cradled Anna's head to her breasts while she sucked and flicked her tongue along the nipple she was worshiping. The multitude of sensations had Fiona reaching her climax with a sharp cry.
Camicazi grits her teeth while bouncing up and down at a faster pace, eager to reach her own climax. Turning to Atali, the Bog Burglar smirked as the Wingmaiden leader eyed her with lust-filled eyes, she was drawn by her beauty and the sight of her breasts bouncing with her movements. Soon enough, both women came together for a heated kiss while Hiccup continued working Atali with his dominant hand and now thrusting up into Camicazi. Mewling against each other's lips, the Wingmaiden leader cupped both of the Bog Burglar's breasts, savoring their weight in her hands before pinching and twisting the erect buds with her fingers.
"Fu-AHHHH!" Camicazi cried out after pulling away from Atali's lips. "I-I... I'm gonna... cu-UGH!" As she dropped down on Hiccup's shaft one last time, the Bog Burglar met her end, her juices soaking his pelvis and squeezing his shaft like a vise. Feeling his friend's silken walls clench tightly around him caused Hiccup to snarl in pleasure before he reached his own end, planting his seed inside her.
Lifting himself up, Hiccup took one of Atali's breasts in his mouth while groping her unoccupied breast in his right hand and working her into a mess of screams and choked sobs with his left hand. "Hi-Hicc-Hiccup!" Looking down at the young man peering up at her with one of her nipples in his mouth, Atali threw her head back and cried out. "YESSSS!" Hiccup chuckled against her breast as he felt her juices soaking his left and her sex clenching his digits. After slowly withdrawing his fingers from her sex, Hiccup inspected his soaked hand and held it up to Camicazi's face, who lapped and licked between his fingers, groaning in delight at the taste of Atali's nectar.
Turning to his wife, Hiccup's mouth was agape as he watched her and Heather lapping wine off of Elsa's flawless upper body. After clearing his throat to grab their attention, he smirked. "I hope you two thank Elsa for quenching your thirst in such a manner," he then shrugged, "I know I certainly would."
Giggling, Astrid detached herself from Elsa and pecked her lips. "Thank you for the wine," the Queen of Vikings then crawled towards her husband, like a feral cat on the prowl. "Now that these ladies had their turn, it's ours." Beckoning Heather and Elsa to join her, Astrid soon straddled herself over Hiccup's cock, but not before allowing her husband to catch his breath.
"I have to say, Hiccup, that fact that you were able to pleasure Camicazi, Atali, Fiona, and Anna at the same time is most impressive," Heather commended.
Humming in agreement, Elsa gave her old friend a curious smile. "Care to share where that idea came from?"
"Yes, my brilliant mind," Hiccup winked.
Laughing lightly, Elsa murmured softly. "Wise arse,"
Anna blew a strand of her hair out of her face before poking her sister's side. "While we're on the topic of disclosing ideas, what gave you the idea to pour wine all over yourself?"
"Don't get her wrong, that was very erotic," Camicazi reassured a blushing Elsa with a wink.
"Agreed," Fiona said before pursing her lips. "Let me guess... you read erotic literature?" When Elsa's blush darkened, the redhead grinned. "I knew it! What kind?"
"Roman literature," shrugging, Elsa explained. "Supposedly, the ancient Romans had vigorous sexual appetites and they performed all manner of wild sexual intercourses whether at lavish masquerade parties or otherwise."
Humming, Astrid shrugged. "Sounds like they had fun," smirking at her husband, she then winked. "So will I." Turning her back on Hiccup, she took his cock in her hand before slowly sinking down on him, causing them both to moan in delight. Riding him in reverse was one of Astrid's favorite positions, because despite leaving her exposed for anyone to see if they were to walk in, unannounced, people would see that no man in Midgard could ever please her the way Hiccup did, and she was unashamed of voicing her pleasure for anyone to hear.
"Gods, Hiccup, you know you don't deserve this beautiful, strong, spitfire of a woman, right?" Camicazi stated while eyeing Astrid's strong, toned body with lustful eyes.
"Believe me, I'm well aware of that fact, Cami," Hiccup then playfully spanked one of Astrid's plush cheeks, causing her to look over her shoulder and smirk. "But despite the fact that I'm worthy of this goddess of a woman, we were fated to be together. Just as we're both fated to share our affections and bed with all of you and those that will follow."
Humming, Atali caressed Hiccup's toned, tattooed chest while teasing him. "Oh, are we not fully satisfying you? Ladies, I believe we need to step up or game."
"That we can do," Fiona winked before grinning at Hiccup. "Assuming our man isn't exhausted by the time he satisfies Astrid, Heather, and Elsa."
"Challenge accepted," the king smirked before turning to Elsa. "Straddle my face," blushing at his low, husky tone, Elsa nodded and approached. He then turned to Heather. "You can straddle my stomach. I have an inkling both Astrid and Elsa will make sure you aren't left out." Nodding, Heather straddled Hiccup's toned stomach. Once the women on top of Hiccup were in position, the king grabbed Elsa's thighs and began to devour her like a man deprived of food, the sudden, yet pleasant assault caused the Arendellian leader to cry out in pleasure.
While riding her husband's cock, Astrid leaned back until her back was flushed with Heather's, both women turned to face each other before coming together for a kiss. Elsa, who was savoring the sensation of Hiccup's tongue working her lower and upper lips soon leaned forward to grope one of Heather's breasts while her other hand was between her legs, stoking the flames of arousal. Moaning against Astrid's sweet lips, Heather had to break away so that she could catch her breath, but she then let out a whine when Elsa's hands were retracted from her breasts.
"You tease!" Heather scolded playfully.
Giggling, Elsa gasped out. "Couldn't resist," looking down between her legs to see Hiccup's tongue lapping against her folds ravenously caused Elsa to press down harder and ride him faster. "G-Gods, yes! So good, Hiccup!" The king groaned in acknowledgment as he used one hand to rub her clit and used his other hand to go between Heather's legs.
Astrid looked over her shoulder and bit her lower lip in arousal at the sight of Elsa all but riding her husband's face, her beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure as Hiccup's wickedly skilled tongue was lapping at her lower lips and insides. Not only was that an arousing sight, but also seeing Heather shake and tense violently as she was gripped by pleasure thanks to Hiccup's hand between her legs. Perhaps the Queen of Vikings was drawing close to her end because of the other women watching with lust-filled eyes or maybe because she was dropping down on Hiccup with everything she had, either way, those familiar coils in Astrid's insides began to tighten, telling her that she would be reaching her end very soon.
"B-Babe, I'm so close!" Astrid mewled out. Her erratic tone caused the other women Hiccup was currently pleasuring to voice similar sentiments. Knowing Hiccup better, Astrid could see the signs that her husband was nearing his end as well: abdominal muscles tensing, his hips bucking up into her silken heat at a harder pace, and his groans which were muffled thanks to Elsa riding his face. "Go on, babe, cum for us." Astrid's words of encouragement were followed by her dropping down on his cock, the lewd sound of her backside making contact with his pelvis filled the air, as were her cries of pleasure, which were entwined with the other women as Hiccup worked to bring them all to their ends.
Hiccup's groans of pleasure reverberated between Elsa's legs, which was the final push she needed before she threw her head back, cried out in euphoria, and reached a violent climax. The king had quickly brought Heather to her end as well, fiddling with her clit mercilessly until she came against his hand with a cry. Finally, after sitting up on his elbows and thrusting up into Astrid each time she dropped down on his cock, Hiccup grits his teeth in concentration as he thrust up inside her one last time before he erupted like a volcano. As she joined her husband in blissful release, Astrid could see light exploding behind her eyes and her scream of pleasure echoed through the tent.
After planting his seed deep inside his wife, Hiccup hissed in oversensitivity as Astrid removed herself from his cock. Soon enough, the king was surrounded by pliant, toned, curvy females, and Hiccup ran a hand through his sweaty hair and caressed equally sweaty, naked flesh while he caught his breath.
"Thor's hammer, that was amazing," Camicazi exhaled with a laugh.
"Mmm, it certainly was," Atali agreed while resting her face against Heather's shoulder blades, kissing her there. "Hiccup, darling, we are doing that again at the earliest opportunity."
"I second that!" Anna spoke up.
"And I third that," Elsa sighed happily.
"We're all in agreement with Atali," Fiona who lifted herself up gave her lover a teasing grin. "Assuming you can keep up, that is." The women laughed lightly at Fiona's words, some of them even playfully jabbing him to see how he would respond.
Before Fiona could react, Hiccup grabbed her hand and yanked her towards him, causing her to shriek out in laughter. "Be careful what you wish for," he growled out while caressing her thighs as she straddled him. "I have enough strength for one more round. Let's see if you can keep up," he then turned to all his women and smirked. "That includes all of you." Sharing excited grins, the women crawled over to their king and lover.
"Challenge accepted, babe," Astrid grinned.
(Unknown location— The Citadel)
The Huntress, the airship of Zlobina the Malicious had finally touched down at the other side of the Northern Alliance's new fortress, The City of Bones, or rather The Citadel. Supposedly, this place housed a massive swarm of dragons that were once under the command of the Foreverwing dragon whose remains were used as part of the fortress here. These dragons were known as Seedling Dragons, and among these dragons were Mystery Class dragons known as Featherhides. These dragons have long legs with fins behind them, a long neck, a big rounded head, and big eyes. They also have a crown made of feather-like scales, with brighter colors on the ends. Featherhides lack any horns or spikes, except with one spike in each wing. They have long wings compared to their body size, and their tail ends with a large fin, with a shape similar to that of a peacock tail. Their teeth are small but sharp. They come in a variety of colors, typically having two or more on each dragon. Despite these dragons' best efforts to drive out the hostile humans from their home, they were routed out by the surviving Scandinavian Dragon Hunter and Trappers that now serve the Northern Alliance, as well as foreign dragon poachers. With their existence at stake, the Seedling Dragons ceased hostility and were now at the mercy of the humans that now occupied their homes.
Disembarking from her airship, Zlobina took in the air and sighed heavily, whistling for her pack of Deathgrippers to follow her while ordering her crew to secure the ship and restock their supplies. Whilst squeezing past warriors, mercenaries, and dragon poachers alike, Zlobina thought how she could've avenged her father's death numerous times back in England, she had Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury dead to rights multiple times, she had been stalking them whenever she could and learning of their strengths and weaknesses, preparing for the time to strike. If she hadn't given away her freedom and the freedom of her crew over to Drago and his junta, then her father's death would be avenged by now.
"The Huntress has returned! Aren't you looking gloomy?"
Despite her foul mood, Zlobina couldn't help but smile as she drew near to the gates that led into the city and laid eyes on a rugged, yet handsome man in black leather armor and boots. In his hands were a knife and an apple he cut himself a slice of the fruit before taking a bite. He bore dirty blond hair, and light blue eyes, and he had a light beard on his face. By his side was a large, Timberjack with a collar around its neck as well as a saddle on its back.
"You can blame Drago Bludvist for my mood, Govan," Zlobina approached the man, grabbed the front of his armor, and kissed him soundly. Groaning in delight, the man returned her kiss without hesitation. After breaking away from his lips, Zlobina took his knife and cut herself a slice of his apple before giving him a curious look. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to make more coin," he shrugged. "That's what I do since I'm a mercenary."
Snorting at his smart remark, she inquired further. "What happened to your men? The last time we crossed paths, you commanded a sizeable force of Dragon Hunters—"
"You can blame Hiccup Haddock for that. In the year after Drago was defeated on Old Berk, his warlords hired me and my men to bring them dragons so that they could rebuild their dragon army," shaking his head, Goven growled. "Those dragon lovers destroyed my business, and my ships, and freed the dragons I was instructed to deliver to my benefactors. When my business fell, my forces melted away, forcing me to find new ways to make coin."
Looking up at the Timberjack behind her old friend, Zlobina then joked. "You're now a Dragon Rider?"
"I did what I had to do to survive," Govan deadpanned while taking another bite of his apple. After swallowing he shrugged. "Unlike Drago's Dragon Flyers, I found this dragon near dead because of starvation, of course, I could've killed it and made a sizable amount of coin, but I thought of the value of having such a powerful dragon as an ally. So... I trained it and this beast has helped me form a small army of dragons."
"You have your own dragon army? What kind of dragons?"
Smirking, Govan urged her to follow him into the city. "I'll show you, even with your impressive upbringing, I don't think Grimmel the Grisly even came across dragons the likes of these," as they pushed past those they called "allies," the rugged mercenary looked over his shoulder. "I call these dragons Flame Throwers, they're medium-sized dragons with two large teeth protruding from their lower jaw, and thin legs. They are quadrupedal, and have four razor-sharp claws on their front legs, while their hind legs have three. Their bodies are composed of varying shades of light and dark brown with numerous dark brown spots scattered all over. Running straight from their heads to their tails is a long red dorsal fin that provides them with further draft and balancing while flying."
Humming, Zlobina shook her head. "I've never heard of such a dragon before," once she was by Govan's side, she nudged him. "Where did you find these things?"
"Supposedly, when the portion of the Hidden World stopped being plentiful for dragons to reside there, these guys came up above ground along with a massive dragon the likes of which I've never seen before. That thing nearly killed me and my Timberjack when I was tasked to lead a group of Dragon Flyers to capture any rare, powerful dragons that had come out of the Hidden World."
Once the two Dragon Hunters and their dragons reached the holding pens which were underneath The Citadel's arena, there were cages everywhere filled with dragons of all shapes and sizes while being guarded by Drago's men. Upon reaching the cage that held over a dozen Flame Throwers, Zlobina was fascinated by these feisty, aggressive dragons.
"You were right. I've never seen dragons like these before, I doubt even my father knew about them," she then face Govan with a stern look. "What other dragons have you seen emerge out of the Hidden World?"
"Whole new species of all shapes and sizes," he remarked with a shrug. Narrowing his eyes at the beautiful, yet deadly woman before him, Govan voiced his thoughts. "You believe there are Night Furies in the Hidden World?"
Shrugging, Zlobina crossed her arms. "Before his death, my father revealed that although he had wiped out nearly all of the Night Furies, a small pack was able to escape his clutches," she then continued. "He told me that he and his Deathgrippers faced what he called an Elder Night Fury, far larger than its kin, not mention far stronger, faster, and more intelligent. This Elder Night Fury nearly killed my father and his Deathgrippers before deciding that the survival of what remained of its species was far more important, and so they vanished, but where they have gone is unknown."
"And you want to finish what your father started to finish the Night Furies," Govan stated. When Zlobina gave no response, the rugged man sighed. "Listen, your father, if he were still among us, would be an invaluable ally. However, you're not him—"
"Are you saying I'm not capable of finishing what he started?" She hissed cooly.
"I didn't say that Zlobina," he remarked firmly before continuing, "but I am saying that if you want to kill Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury, you need to be training constantly against the deadliest dragons and warriors on this island. So that when your chance finally arrives, you have nothing to fear."
Snorting, Zlobina shook her head. "What makes you think I'm afraid of Haddock—"
"Not him. You're afraid of not living up to your father's legacy,"
Govan's statement made Zlobina tense violently. Nodding, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Grimmel the Grisly will be missed, especially those among us who stand as Dragon Hunters, aside from the late Viggo Grimborn, your father was the best when it came to hunting and killing dragons. But you're not him," he stated. "You're trying to live up to your father's legacy, but you're also trying to be him. Don't let your father's legacy define you. Make your own story and show the world that you're not like your father, but show the world how you'll surpass your father."
His words brought Zlobina comfort because what he spoke was true. All her life, she wanted to be like her famous father, he had single-handedly used his cunning, guile, and wit to push the most dangerous dragon species to the brink of extinction. But Govan's words had ignited something within her— determination. Zlobina was determined to not only surpass her father but be the Dragon Hunter that eclipsed all others.
Smiling at the man she had affection for, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.
Her time to deal with Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury would come. For now, she would need to prepare herself to become the best Dragon Hunter the world has ever seen.
"Ugh! The way these people treat dragons... I've never seen anything so barbaric and inhumane! I'd like to see them try and fight a dragon that hasn't been deprived of food, water, and beaten half to death."
"Shh! Quiet, Sisu, you don't want these animals hearing you say that, do you?"
"If they dare touch me or you, I won't have to say that to them. I'll kill without hesitation."
Among the Northern Alliance, there were two women from East Asia who were two warrior heirs who would one day rule over their respective nations within a land called Kumandra. These two women were Princess Raya of Heart and Princess Namaari of Fang. Not long ago, their lands were infested with demonic spirits called Druun which could turn the people into stone, these evil entities were unleashed back into their world all because the people of Kumandra had fought over the Dragon Gem, a gemstone created from the essence of dragon magic by Pengu, Pranee, Jagan, and Amba. The Dragon Gem was able to banish the Druun from the world and prevent them from corrupting the world and turning everything into stone. But after Raya found and had reawakened Sisudatu, the Last Dragon, the two of them were able to retrieve the gem pieces that had been taken by each nation of Kumandra to ultimately wipe out the Druun for good and ultimately reunite the people of their lands.
When Drago Bludvist and an army of powerful Samurai and their own dragon army invaded Kumandra, however, the peace was shattered, and in order to stay the supposed "Dragon Gods" hand from slaughtering their people, Raya and Namaari swore fealty to Drago and would serve as proxies on behalf of Heart and Fang. They would only spill blood if their lives and the lives of their dragons were in absolute danger, other than that, both princesses wanted no part of Drago's madness as he worked to rebuild a stronger armada, find new armies to join him in his conquests, and of course, create the largest dragon army the world has ever seen.
"I don't blame you, Sisu," Namaari grunted while attending to her own dragon. "But look around, we're surrounded by warriors and dragon poachers that will kill you without hesitation if you attack one of their own, and I doubt Drago would stay his men's hands from spilling your blood if your spill the blood of his men."
Huffing in annoyance, Sisu growled. "What I would do to go back to Kumandra or explore the world, rather than be used as disposable pawns," looking to the section of the island where Drago resided, the water dragon scoffed. "Without his alpha, his allies, and armada, he's nothing."
"Kumandrans!"
Raya and Namaari turned to see Cadman the Cruel approaching them, he was one of the rising generals in the Slavic army, and dangerously close to taking Griselda the Grievous' place as a warlord of the Northern Alliance, though much to the other Slavs' distaste because he wasn't fully Slavic; his father was from Rus, his mother, however, was Welsh, making him a half-blood. Cadman swiftly proved to those who underestimated him that he was not to be trifled with and that if anyone crossed him, they would receive one warning or they would pay with their lives. He was a fierce warrior, living up to his name, which means "battle man." Cadman is a lean, well-built man with fiery amber eyes, and short, spiky dirty blond hair.
"What do you want, Cadman?" Raya narrowed her eyes while placing a hand on top of her sword. Sisu narrowed her eyes at the rising general, bearing her teeth at the man with snarling in warning that if he made an attempt on Raya's life, she would kill him.
Namaari too had settled her hands on her blades, ready to draw and strike if Cadman was foolish enough to press them or their dragons.
Snorting at the women before him, Cadman deadpanned. "Drago has given you your next assignment. You are to succeed where Mulan and her companions failed-- capturing Hiccup Haddock III and bringing him here," narrowing his eyes, the high-ranking warrior spoke in a warning tone. "I don't need to remind you what will happen to you and your dragons should you fail this mission."
Snarling like a feral cat hiding in tall grass, Namaari bore her fangs at Cadman. "We're aware. Drago not only kills us, but he'll destroy our people in Kumandra," she crossed her arms across her chest. "Why not send Zlobina to capture Hiccup Haddock? After all, she's the one who is obsessed with him."
"Hence the reason Drago is sending the two of you," Cadman remarked in a firm tone. "Zlobina is too bloodthirsty, and we can't trust that she'll return Hiccup Haddock back here alive."
Blowing a strand of her ebony hair out of her face, Raya grunted in understanding. "Alright, we'll do as we're commanded and bring Hiccup Haddock back here," as she mounted her dragon, Sisudatu, she cocked her head. "Where exactly is the Viking king?"
"According to Ahimoth, he overheard the Vikings say they plan on invading the Frankish capital of Paris and kill its leader for the atrocities he inflicted on many of the Viking people in those lands. You will to Frankia, track down the King of Vikings, and bring him here. Our scouts in that part of the world had recently sent back a well-detailed map that starts here and goes to Paris. That is where you will find Hiccup Haddock," Raya walked forward as Cadman placed the map he was speaking of in the princess's outstretched hand. "You have one month to see this done. If you fail, well... you know what will happen." With that said, he swiftly turned on his heels, cape billowing in his stride as left his subordinates to prepare for departure.
"Smug little sh—"
"Easy, Dep La," Raya murmured against Namaari's ear. "I would hate to see that sharp tongue of yours get hacked out of your mouth."
Turning to Heart's princess, Namaari's ire was soon replaced with a coy smirk. "Is that so, princess?"
"Mmhmm," Raya smirked back before purring. "Once we're alone, then you'll see why I don't want your tongue being removed because of your... insolent language."
"Well then, we better get moving,"
After gathering enough provisions for their journey and mounting Sisu's back, Raya turned to her friend as she mounted her white and gilded Oriental dragon, Pemburu. Once both women were ready, they urged their dragons to take to the sky in the direction of Frankia.
"So, do you think Mulan and Mushu meant their end?"
Looking down at Sisu and noting the worry in both her eyes and tone, Raya caressed the water dragon's head. "I hope not, Sisu, but Ahimoth was the last person to visit her when he and that lunatic Zlobina were in England," she then turned to Namaari. "What do you think?"
"I would love to believe she's still alive, her and Mushu, however, we don't know if Ahimoth and his flyers killed her because of her failure to apprehend Hiccup Haddock or if the Vikings killed her because of her attempt to abduct their king," shrugging, Fang's princess continued, "I suppose we'll find out soon enough."
With that said, the two women urged their dragons forward, intent on not failing in this assignment. If they failed, their people, friends, and family would pay the price.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! In the next chapter, I'm bringing a familiar blond with freakishly long hair and Hiccup is gonna hook up with a tall, gorgeous, pixie-haired blond queen. Be sure to leave feedback and suggestions on who else Hiccup should pair up with and I'll see you in the next update!