A/N: What? I haven't been lazy, just computer issues. Anyway, we're back at it again, and we're nearing an end here in Paris, a couple more chapters until Hiccup leads his followers to their new home. In this chapter, Hiccup hooks up with Esmeralda, who will be of great help to him and his army once they lay siege to Paris. With that said, I think you've all waited long enough for this next chapter, let's get to it.

(The Citadel)

Drago watched as his army and allies amassed their forces as they prepared for their next conquest. The madman's thoughts dwelled on the new conquests his army could enact, now that his forces had amassed a new dragon army from the flying reptiles living on The Citadel as well as capturing dragons both common and new species that were fleeing the Hidden World.

However, so long as Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and those who follow him are at large, Drago knows that his attempts to conquer and rule the world will be thwarted.

How Stoick's little embarrassment of a son had defeated him made Drago fluster with anger and resentment. However, it would bring the madman comfort knowing that he would exact his revenge on the boy who made him look like a fool back on Old Berk. Ever since that defeat, Drago knew that brute strength alone would be no match against Hiccup Haddock, he would need to sharpen his mind as well; granted, he was a tactical genius, however, besting the young King of Dragons would need to take more than armies and armadas.

It would take someone Hiccup trusted, one the boy would never suspect of betraying him and using his trust against him.

A soldier suddenly entered Drago's throne and bowed his head before handing the madman a message. "This just arrived by way of Terrible Terror," taking the message from the soldier, Drago's interest peaked when the soldier added. "It's from your son." After reading the message to himself, Drago chuckled darkly, his son was making excellent progress while in Johann's service.

"Summon my warlords and allies. I wish to speak with them."

The soldier bowed his head and left the throne to fetch the warlords and leaders of the armies gathered on this island. Soon enough, the warlords and high-ranking commanders were present, and once they were all gathered, Drago brandished his son's message. "My son, Kjell Bludvist informs me that Johann's own force of Dragon Hunters and warriors is growing by the day. These proud hunters and warriors are unsatisfied being under the thumb of the simple-minded fool, Johann, who cares only for wealth and acquiring his own King of Dragons," scoffing, Drago approached his throne and sat down before continuing. "My son has informed me that he has turned the whole of Johann's collective against him, their loyalty to that pathetic little man is nothing but a ruse. And when the time to turn on him comes, they will join us here with Johann's riches, resources, and connections."

Ragnar the Rock laughed boisterously. "Excellent! Our Northern Alliance will be ten times what it once was, and then we can take the fight to Stoick's boy!"

Grunting in agreement, Griselda the Grievous crossed her arms across her chest. "That boy will pay for making us all look like fools," looking at Drago, the Slavic warlord raised an eyebrow. "Did your son say when we can expect these reinforcements?"

"By year's end, at the very least. At the moment, Johann's collective has sacked the Arabian kingdom of Agrabah and is pillaging the fallen kingdom of resources," Drago then smirked. "It's only a matter of time before Kjell turns the whole of Johann's collective against him and brings those forces to our side. For now, we must expand to new territories and establish more bases."

"And where do you suggest we establish these bases, master?" Chagatai Khan inquired.

Summoning one of his men to fetch his maps and charts, Drago had the maps placed at the foot of his throne. With his bullhook in hand, the madman pointed his weapon at the very top of where England was on the map. "There. I have heard stories of those who live in this land, Highlanders, their resistance will be fierce, however, in the end, pointless. We have the superior numbers and with our newly restored dragon army, the Highlanders will be nothing more than insects waiting to be crushed under our heels," turning to the head of his Dragon Flyers, Ahimoth, the power-hungry tyrant continued. "Vikings loyal to Hiccup Haddock reside in England, and should we have the need to capture the whole of that land, we are to kill the boy's supporters and deny him any aid."

"Agreed. Without allies to call upon, this... Hiccup Haddock and his followers will be isolated, forcing them to rely only on their small numbers," Shogun Kagurazaka Yunosuke scoffed in annoyance. "These Vikings have absolutely ridiculous names." The warlords gathered chuckled in agreement.

"Once Kjell and his Flyers return with Johann's collective, we'll be ready to make our move," Ahimoth smiled deviously. "Those filthy Vikings will have no chance against us—"

"Make no mistake, when Kjell returns with reinforcements, we will march against our enemies, yes, but we will not underestimate them in any way," Drago's menacing tone caused Ahimoth to bow his head in submission and hold his tongue. "Underestimating Hiccup Haddock is what nearly killed me and my junta, I intend not to make that mistake twice." Looking to his loyalists and allies, the madman continued. "For now, we continue to prepare; train our warriors, assemble new war machines, continue capturing any dragons left in these lands, and patiently wait for Kjell to return and replenish our alliance."

"Yes, master,"

"As you wish,"

"Understood,"

Rising from his throne once more, he stepped outside and looked to the horizon while speaking over his shoulder. "In time this world and all that it contains will be ours," his stern promise was followed by devious chuckling. "All that we need to do is crush the fools who dare to stand in our way of fulfilling our destiny as conquerors. Once all our enemies are no more, this world will be ours for the taking; a new world order will emerge from the ashes of the old and our children will inherit everything!"

(Frankia— Paris)

Valka needed to tell Alrik how she truly felt, she had already confessed her feelings to Hiccup, and he was who she loved and desired. The good and fair ruler who happened to be her son, not the young Meathead she had been sleeping with for quite some time.

Currently, the elder Haddock was on her hands and knees, sucking off her lover standing at the front of his bed, allowing Valka to suck him off. "Thor's hammer," he hissed in pleasure. "V-Valka."

Encouraged by his sounds of pleasure, Valka used her tongue to tease Alrik, making him grow even harder. She continued sliding her lips down his shaft, sucking at the same time. Soon, she was taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. As he pre-coated her tongue, it only made Valka moan, imagining how Hiccup would taste, gods, every time she sucked off Alrik, she would picture Hiccup's beautiful body writhing and trembling in pleasure because of her. Placing both hands on his pert backside, Valka urged Alrik to hump her face.

"V-Val-ahh!" He moaned as his cock moved in and out of her mouth steadily.

As Valka used her tongue to tease and tickle while sucking that much harder on Alrik's spit-slick cock, she felt him throbbing against her tongue and the both of them groaned when he touched the back of my throat. Spreading her legs, Valka rubbed two fingers up and down her sopping slit, which was dripping again. At that moment, all she wanted and imagined was to taste Hiccup's come, to feel it jetting into her mouth and sliding down my throat. All she wanted...

"I need to hump you,"

Interrupting her lewd thoughts of being intimate with Hiccup, Alrik abruptly pulled out of her mouth and maneuvered Valka to her feet. Handling the elder Haddock as if she weighed no more than a rag doll, he lifted her off the bed, kissed her hard, and then carried her to a nearby chair. Putting her back down, he turned Valka around and urged her to lean over the arm of the wooden chair.

"I'm taking you from behind," he grunted. "So I can watch that pretty little arse jiggle."

"Alrik," Valka whimpered, pressing her nipples into the rough wood of the chair. Suddenly, her vulva was aching to be stuffed with his cock, or rather, another young man's cock. The thought of Hiccup roughly handling her the way Alrik was made Valka's juices run down my thighs and her whimpers increased.

The young Meathead primed the king's mother with two fingers and then moved into position. Valka groaned when the hot tip of his cock slid up between her swollen lips. That groan grew louder as he inched his way inside of her, slowly filling her. He didn't stop moving until he was buried to the hilt.

"Gods, you're so tight," he breathed and slapped the pert cheeks of her backside hard enough to make Valka squeal. "That beautiful arse." He smacked her upturned bottom with every word, each time harder than the time before. His spanks turned into more of a rough grab and soon, he was driving himself into her, hard enough to make both of them grunt. That pressed her clit into the edge of the chair arm and Valka groaned, grinding her body back against his as hard as she could.

Having slept with each other for some time, they knew what sounds they made when they were close to reaching Valhalla. "Do it, Valka," he punctuated each word with a savage thrust while squeezing her backside tight against him. "Come for me. Come all over my big cock." His words set Valka off and she whimpered helplessly as pleasure rushed over her in waves that threatened to take her breath away. Almost before she returned to reality, Alrik was pulling out of her. He turned her around to face him and kissed her hard and deeply.

"I love you,"

His breathily confession made Valka feel terrible, she had let this get out of control, but despite Alrik's words, he was mistaking love for lust. Before her lover could reach his own respective climax, Valka mustered the strength to tell him how she was feeling about their... "relationship," it had been prolonged long enough and Valka needed to stop it.

"A-Alrik, st-stop!"

Ceasing his actions, the young Meathead gave his lover a worried look. "What is it?" Alrik's concerns only grew as he watched Valka fetch her clothes and put them back on. "Valka, what is it?" He repeated more urgently. When she gave no reply, too busy dressing herself, Alrik grabbed her arms, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Talk to me. What is it?" He implored.

"Alrik, I apologize for not telling you this sooner, but... this has to stop,"

"W-What?"

Chewing her lower lip, Valka explained herself. "What we shared, was a means to an end. I... I love somebody else, not you," shrugging, she spoke firmly as she continued. "It was wrong of me to use you for my own gratification, and although your feelings are well received, your feelings aren't reciprocated; I don't love you." She felt ashamed for using him for so long, of course, she was, but if she had any hope of being with Hiccup, she needed to end things with Alrik.

"I... I don't understand—"

"The man I love, he's... it's a complicated matter. And the only reason I was ever with you was to alleviate my desires for him by being with you," Valka's confession stung worse than a Nadder spine, Alrik felt tears clouding his vision, but he was Viking, he would not cry, certainly not in front of the woman who used him for sex and nothing more.

"Leave,"

After what felt like an eternity, Alrik, whose eyes nearly burst with tears looked up at Valka with a heated glare and bared teeth before repeating himself firmly. "Leave! Get out of my sight!" Sighing heavily, Valka complied and left his tent. Once she was gone, Alrik roared out in anger and frustration, feeling like a fool for allowing himself to be used by a woman.

As Valka took her leave of Alrik's tent, she genuinely felt guilty for using her lover simply to gratify her own desires, but she was also relieved that she had ended things with Alrik because now she was holding onto hope Hiccup would whisk her away to his bed and make her one of his women.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

They had yet to have another conversation about how he felt about her. Valka hoped that her feelings were reciprocated and not one-sided.

Jack Overland was still finding it hard to believe that he and his family were living amongst Vikings. The "bloodthirsty heathens," priests that visited his village back in England portrayed them as. Yes, while the Vikings and Scandinavian people's way of life was very... different to say the least, Jack was glad that Hiccup was leading them. Over the weeks, he had gotten close to the young king, he had always wanted a brother, not that he didn't love his sister, Mary, of course he did. But he wished he had a brother to conspire with as well as a wingman to help him meet a woman. And in Hiccup, he had the brother he never had.

Hard to believe that a heathen, as the "righteous" call them, is becoming someone Jack considers a brother.

Currently, Jack was herding sheep with his staff, leading the livestock to a nearby pen. He wasn't alone in this act. Many other Scandinavian men and women his age were herding animals ranging from goats, yaks, and reindeer into pens. Among these Scandinavians was a girl that had caught Jack's eyes, she appeared to be part of the Sami people, and she was captivating. Her pale, flawless skin seemed to glow in the morning sun, as did her pale blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

"Got eyes for her, eh?"

Letting out a slight yelp, Jack turned around and saw Eret grinning at him. Quickly composing himself, Jack cleared his throat. "I, uh, have no clue what you're talking about—"

"Please, you obviously find her hot," Snotlout huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest. The young Jorgensen and Eret had been hunting and returned with a deer.

"So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and talk to her,"

Eret's words caused Jack to look in the woman's direction and she soon locked eyes with her. The Saxon shepherd felt his heart hammering in his chest when the Sami woman beamed at him and gave a nod in greetings. Marshaling his nerves, Jack approached and made himself known to her.

"Pfft, that Saxon shepherd must not have been appealing to the English women," Snotlout snickered.

Adelaide suddenly came out of nowhere and nudged her older brother. "Yeah, just like you back on Berk, right brother?" Eret stifled his laughter while Snotlout glared at his sister.

"You know what, if I can reverse the years, I would reassure my younger self and tell him that I'll eventually end up with a beautiful Wingmaiden, who is pregnant, by the way," both Adelaide and Eret looked at Snotlout with shock and the head of Hiccup's Kingsguard winced. " I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Squealing with joy, Adelaide wrapped her arms around Snoutlout. "Minden is carrying your child?! Ahh!" Kissing her brother's cheek, Adelaide continued to express her joy. "I'm so happy for you, big brother!"

"Congratulations, little man," Eret added with a smile.

Managing to free himself from his sister's embrace, Snotlout puffed out his chest and nodded in thanks. "Yeah. The Snot is going to be a father," he then gave his sister an inquisitive look. "What about you, sis? Do you have your eyes set on anyone yet?" Blushing, Adelaide looked over in the direction of Gustav Larson and bit her lower lip. Snotlout followed his sister's gaze and he scoffed. "Gustav? Really? You have affection for that little twerp?"

"What? He's hot!" Adelaide shrugged while smiling. "Besides, he's bonded with several dragons and leads the Dragon Riders' Auxiliary. That, and the two of us have been eyeing each other for a long time, I want to see if there's something between us."

Smiling, Eret winked at the younger Jorgenson. "Good for you, Adelaide, never mind your brother, follow your heart's desire," the former Dragon Trapper shot Snotlout an inquisitive look. "You don't approve of your sister's choice in men, little man?"

"I'm not little, Son of Eret!" Snotlout huffed in annoyance before looking in Gustav's direction. "Gustav Larson, if anyone is little, it's him. To say he's annoying would be a gross understatement." Turning to his sister, Snotlout shook his head. "You can find a better suitor than him—"

"I appreciate your opinion, brother, but I believe Gustav is the one for me," Adelaide walked away, approaching the leader of the Dragon Riders' Auxiliary.

Frowning, Snotlout watched as his sister and Gustav interacted together, of course, he had his sister's best intentions in mind, however, the young Larson got on his nerves in more ways than one; he recalled the time he spent with Gustav when they were younger and the time Savage's men nearly usurped Dagur and Heather of their authority on Berserker Island and when he was under the "apprenticeship" of the Berserker's late ruler.

"Honestly, Gustav isn't so bad, Snotlout, why don't you spend some time with him?"

Turning to his Sami companion, Snotlout snorted. "Well for starters, I'm a busy man, after all, I have to run the Kingsguard, and whenever Hiccup and I aren't busy, he helps sharpen my mind with strategy and so on—"

"Thank Thor, the last thing we need is an idiot ruling over us!"

Sharply turning to the Thorston twins who were towing in a beautiful brown-skinned woman, Snotlout's face turned red while Ruffnut and Tuffnut laughed out loud. "Say that again, Tuffnut, I dare you!" Pretending to run after them, the two twins bolted while continuing to laugh out loud. "Muttonheads," muttering under his breath before turning back to Eret who was stifling his own laughter. Pointing a finger in Eret's face, Snotlout shook his head. "Shut up, Son of Eret," he then stormed off.

"Oi! Aren't you gonna help me talk this deer to the butcher?"

Barking out over his shoulder, Snotlout replied to Eret's complaint. "You said I'm a little man, why don't you use those muscles of yours to good use!"

"Oh, you petty little sh—"

"Shhh! Watch your mouth, Son of Eret, there are children here," grinning, Snotlout gestured to the Sami, Inuit, and Northuldran children playing nearby. "I have to check up on Minden. Like I said, you can handle that deer by yourself."

Sighing, Eret threw the deer over his broad shoulders and headed to the butcher while making a mental note not to hunt with Snotlout anytime soon. The man was lazy and petty. What Minden saw in Snotlout Jorgenson, Eret would never know, but if anyone could make him a better person, it was her.

Relieving his full bladder, Harald Haraldson lifted and fastened his pants and made his way back to his campsite. Kicking a pebble out of his way, Harald growled softly, his plan to make Hiccup too weak to attack ended in failure and he was now left to roam Midgard without his family and those within his dynasty.

What would become of the Fairhair dynasty in his absence?

Of course, his mother and sister would lead in his absence, but Harald did have his secret weapon— Ulfbjorn the Undefeated, his one and only son. He had not seen his son in many years, especially since he was out in the world making a name for himself as a ferocious mercenary. He had already sent a message to his son via Terror Mail prior to leaving Scandinavia, requesting aid from him and his mercenary forces. Harald had no worry about his son's loyalty, Ulfbjorn had grown up fiercely loyal to his father and sought to be there for him whenever he had need of him.

Upon returning to his campsite, he was shocked to see his only ally, a dragon rider, and their Woolly Howl being killed by... knights. Before Harald could draw his sword, he felt both a sword at his throat and a dagger at his left hip. Turning his head, the banished prince laid eyes on a female knight wearing dark leather with hints of mail underneath. They are equipped with armored shoulder plates and shin protectors. They wore a helm with a strange visor and a black hood to conceal their face.

"Unless you wish to die, Viking, you will do exactly what we say," surprised by the knight's fluent Norse, Harald nodded in understanding. With her sword still pressed to Harald's throat, the knight moved until she was standing in front of him before barking out over her shoulder. "Master, it's just one Viking!" Turning back to Harald, the knight kept her blades on the Viking, ready to kill him if he made one wrong move.

Heavy footsteps filled Harald's ears and he soon laid eyes on a tall, heavily armored woman who appeared to be Draugr in the flesh; spikes and sharp edges were present on her armor, and her helmet looked like no other with the stare of death embedded in its design. With a long, jagged sword in her hand, this menacing woman circled Harald like a predator that considered whether to consume him or not.

"Thank, you, Mercy. I'll take it from here,"

Nodding, the Peacekeeper removed her blades from Harald and stepped aside. Apollyon lifted her sword, pressing it against Harald's stomach. Wincing as the tip of her blade pricked through his tunic and pressed against his skin, Harald could feel blood trickling down his lower abdomen.

"If there's one thing I know about your kind, it's this: if there's one Viking, chances are that there are others," Apollyon leaned in and hissed. "Are you alone?" Harald shook his head and the leader of the Blackstone Legion questioned further. "What are you doing away from your people, hmm?" Groaning as the blade pressed harder against his flesh, Harald pursed his lips in thought, wondering what he should say.

A devious plan hatched in his mind. A plan, that if followed carefully and properly, he could overthrow Hiccup and become the Viking's sole king, and his family would rule for generations to come.

"I... I was usurped of my crown. My people are now led by a boy— Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. The usurper seeks to drive the Viking people into dust, leaving nothing behind but a distant memory of the warriors we once were,"

Tilting her head, Apollyon suddenly began to laugh menacingly, causing Harald's blood to run cold. "I have heard of this Hiccup Haddock. He not only bested Drago Bludvist and his vast army, but he has conquered the whole of England for your kind and defeated the Zealot Order," grabbing the back of Harald's head, Apollyon hissed. "Your lie tells me that your rightful king banished you because you are too insubordinate. You... are a wolf." Removing her sword from his flesh and releasing him, Apollyon swung her blade behind her back, resting her long sword on the top of her shoulders. "You wish to become king over your people," her statement caused Harald to nod.

"Whatever you heard about Hiccup Haddock, I assure you, his reputation is a gross exaggeration. He's nothing, and he's unfit to rule the Scandinavian people during their darkest hour," Harald stepped forward, ignoring the knights raising their weapons at his throat as he stood face to face with Apollyon. "I know what you must think of me, but I don't care. My family and my bloodline of the Fairhair dynasty are meant to be rulers, and my fate is to become King of Vikings. So long as Hiccup Haddock holds that title, he endangers the Scandinavian people and stands in the way of fulfilling my fate." Grinning menacingly, Harald continued. "Help me overthrow him, and I will see to it that you are rewarded."

Barking out a humorless laugh, Apollyon remarked. "Do not take me for a fool, Viking. Your promise of rewards is as empty as your claim of being a better king than Hiccup Haddock," flustered, Harald was about to speak, but the fierce woman continued. "However, I will help you only because I have my own reasons for doing so. With the loss of your homelands, your kind is ripe with wolves. And if properly motivated, those wolves will do great things." In his overeagerness to claim the title of King of Vikings, Harald was ignorant of what Apollyon spoke of, he was unaware that she would manipulate him and ignite war amongst the Scandinavian people, weakening them from within and tainting the glorious legacy he was imagining in his mind's eye.

"Then... we have a deal?"

Chuckling darkly, Apollyon nodded. "Yes. We have a deal," turning around, the warlord of the Blackstone Legion barked out. "Prepare to move out! We regroup with Holden Cross and the rest of our brothers and sisters!" The knights accompanying their leader nodded before walking away.

Harald cast one last look in the direction of where Hiccup and the rest of the Vikings were before being pushed by a Blackstone Warden. Placing his life in the hands of the gods, Harald was eager for the day he would usurp Hiccup Haddock of kingship and claim what was rightfully his and what belonged to his bloodline.

Hiccup was in bed. That shouldn't have surprised the twins once they reached their king's tent. But, Hiccup was also naked. Again, that fact shouldn't have been too surprising. That didn't mean it wasn't a shock to Ruffnut and Tuffnut. However, the most crucial fact that the twins and Esmeralda couldn't overlook was that Hiccup and Astrid were swarmed with naked women lying next to both Viking rulers in their large bed. Ruffnut and Tuffnut knew each woman from years of companionship as well as getting to know those they were still unfamiliar with. Esmeralda, however, did not know any of these women in the Viking ruler's bed. The young gypsy was certainly no stranger to seeing sexual appetites being satisfied, but she couldn't deny the fact that what she was currently watching was a sight to behold.

Strong women. Curvy women. Tall women. Perky breasts. Big Breasts. Slender waists. It truly was quite the gathering. Again, for the twins, it was unsurprising, to Esmeralda, however, she had never seen anything like it. Her face turned bright red and she wiped the sweat off of her palms and took deep breaths to ease her pounding heart and growing arousal.

"Ahem!"

Ceasing their actions, the Viking rulers and the Fair Queens gathered and saw Ruffnut and Tuffnut before they turned their backs, they had Esmeralda do the same.

"Ugh! You guys, we're busy!" Astrid scowled with a frustrated huff.

"Sorry for disturbing you and Hiccy, Milady, but we've returned with someone who could help us get into Paris while the Franks are celebrating their beloved saint," Tuffnut smirked over his shoulder.

Looking in Esmeralda's direction, Hiccup got up from his bed, stark naked and sleeked in both sweat and the arousal of his wife and queens. "Look at me," addressing Esmeralda, the king waited for her to face him. Once she did, Hiccup was taken aback by this woman's beauty. However, he stopped thinking with his cock for a moment and returned to the demeanor of a king; he wanted to speak to her face-to-face and gauge her intentions.

Hiccup walked over to the desk at the side of his and Astrid's tent where a line of beverages stood. As he poured himself a cup of water, he turned to his wife and queens. ''We're going to have to postpone the next round. I need to speak with our flustered guest," he then gave a soft nod. "Leave us."

There were groans of disappointment from the women, especially from Rapunzel, Anna, and Camicazi, but all the women complied with their shared man's as well as the king's orders. They gathered their clothes, redressed themselves after washing away the stench of sweat and sex, and began to vacate the tent, but not before giving Hiccup farewell kisses. As the women left the tent, some threw glares in Esmeralda's direction as they left, while others were more understanding and weren't shy about eyeing the beautiful Romanian woman. Esmeralda found herself blushing once more and tried to keep herself from gawking at these women's figures as Astrid was the last woman to leave the tent, but not before blowing a kiss toward Hiccup. The King of Vikings winked at his wife and then thanked Ruffnut and Tuffnut for bringing Esmeralda to him before dismissing them both.

Once the king and Esmeralda were alone, Hiccup prepared his guest a cup of ale walked over to the beautiful gypsy, and handed her the beverage. ''Drink?'' Hesitant at first, Esmeralda could see Hiccup smirk before reassuring her. "It's ale, it'll help calm your nerves."

Glancing at the alcohol, she nodded and took it; unsure of what it even was. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were... busy," while his back was turned, Esmeralda took in Hiccup's appearance and felt her mouth watering at the appealing sight. He was very handsome, tall, and lean with tattoos, and he had quite a nice backside.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll get back to that soon enough," facing his guest, Hiccup smirked when Esmeralda quickly tore her eyes away from his backside and looked him in the eyes. "So, I hear you and your fellow street performers aren't fond of the Franks treating you like filth and even going so far as to murder you for no apparent reason."

Nodding, Esmeralda took a drink of the ale, humming as the alcohol calmed her racing nerves. "The one called Claude Frollo persecutes us, he and his Inquisition believe we seek to corrupt the people of Paris when we mean them no harm. After your botched attack, Frollo believes we aided you in some way," shaking her head, she added softly. "An excuse to enact his own "holy war" against simple street performers."

"And what would you do if I had this Claude Frollo at my mercy?"

Trying not to gawk at the king's nudity, Esmeralda looked into his enchanting forest-green eyes and replied immediately. "I would beat him until he begs for death," she continued with a huff. "Frollo has no cause to kill us, and yet he believes we seek to lead the people of Paris astray through our "uncultured ways," and because of his paranoia, he kills us."

"Tell me how to enter Paris undetected, and I will see to it that Frollo meets the end he deserves for murdering your friends and companions. I swear to you on my sacred arm ring,"

Despite not knowing Hiccup personally, she felt... safe. Trust was a rare commodity, yes, however, a man who kept his word and delivered on his promise was an even rarer commodity, especially in the world she lived in.

"There's a place beneath the bowels of the city, it's called the Court of Miracles. Those among us who wish to flee from Frollo's persecutions settle there," Esmeralda smirked. "I hope you and your Vikings don't have weak stomachs, because the Court of Miracles leads to the city's sewer."

Curling his lip, Hiccup hummed in acknowledgment. "We're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard," finishing his drink, Hiccup found it amusing to see Esmeralda's eyes wandering over his body. "You like what you see?" His teasing tone caused her to blush furiously and groan loudly.

"Can't you... put some clothes on?"

"Mmm, no, I don't think I will," Hiccup gestured to her clothing. "You seem overdressed. Why not join me?"

"I-what?"

"Go on, take off your clothes,"

Hesitant at first, Esmeralda watched as the king turned his back, allowing her a moment of privacy. Taking a deep breath, the young gypsy removed her clothes and looked up to see Hiccup's eyes still averted. "You... can look now," turning to face her, Hiccup found himself drawn to Esmeralda's physical beauty as well. Sure, she wasn't as toned as most of his women, but the young gypsy was still beautiful.

"Very nice," Hiccup grinned.

"Thank you,"

For a long moment, both the king and street performer eyed each other while also roaming their eyes along each other's bodies.

''You know...'' Esmeralda paused. ''You're naked.''

''I am aware of that.''

''And I'm naked.''

''Again, I'm aware of that.''

''And when two people are naked together, that usually means one thing.''

''And that is?'' Hiccup teased.

Sighing, Esmeralda grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him flush against her. "Just shut up and kiss me,"

"As you wish,"

Esmeralda had never been kissed so passionately. The fiery embrace sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She felt Hiccup's hands travel down and reach behind to cup her backside. When Hiccup pulled her closer, the gypsy's hips bucked and she felt the Viking king's cock was being thrust against her body. The sensation was delightful, but she needed more. And Hiccup could tell by the way her face twisted with bliss.

"Have you ever been humped before?" Hiccup groaned against her ear after breaking their kiss.

"N-No,"

"Do you want to?"

Although she was nervous, Esmeralda nodded. Hiccup looked deeply into her eyes and the street performer felt as though she could hide nothing from this man. "I doubt we have much time, I'm a busy man after all, being king and all that," Hiccup quickly added. "If you don't want to do this, I understand. After all, we only just met--"

"King Hiccup. I... I want this, I want you," Esmeralda chuckled nervously before repeating. "I want you."

"Then join me in my bed,"

Taking her hand, Hiccup led Esmeralda to his bed and had her lying down. Even though she was no stranger to having men eye her with blatant lust and desire, Esmeralda would be lying if she wasn't enjoying the attentions of a king. At the same time, she had no intention of making coin by becoming a whore. Yet here she was, about to have sex with the King of Vikings.

Her train of thought was interrupted when Hiccup bent over her and cupped her breasts, blowing on her nipples, then ran his hands up and down her ribcage as he began nibbling his way around the edge of her areola. By the time he took the nipple into his mouth, it was right to the point of pain. Esmeralda clenched her teeth as he suckled her, flicking her nipple with his tongue, then biting down just hard enough to thrill her. She moaned as he switched his attention to her other breast, pleasant currents of arousal zinging into her pelvis. Her hips rocked upward and she felt the hot liquid of her desire leaking from her vagina and pooling on the furs beneath.

"Oh my g-AHHH!"

Hiccup's fingers suddenly began to probe her untouched sex while he continued to give her breasts attention. Each of her moans and mewls of pleasure made his cock harder and he knew judging from how wet she was getting, she was ready for him to take her. Several more minutes passed, and once Hiccup was sure his new lover was wet enough, he ceased his actions, causing Esmeralda to mewl in complaint.

"Get on your hands and knees,"

Esmeralda complied willingly, and she gasped when he began to slowly inch himself inside of her until he was buried to the hilt, causing the both of them to moan deeply. "Mmm, so warm and tight," groaning in delight, Hiccup lightly smacked her backside. "Are you alright?"

Nodding furiously, Esmeralda breathed out. "Please, m-move!"

Obliging her request, Hiccup took two handfuls of her hips and began to thrust inside of her at a slow pace. The feeling of her warmth and tightness squeezing around his cock had Hiccup growl like a wild beast. One of his hands left her hips and slid up her back until he wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, keeping her head pinned against the bed as his thrust picked up the pace.

Having traveled far and wide with her fellow gypsies to perform, Esmeralda had been in her fair share of brothels and taverns that offered sexual services and witnessed the lewd and messy displays there, but actually experiencing what she had witnessed was something else entirely. Each of Hiccup's thrusts threatened to make her breathless and her eyes rolled in the back of her head when his cock struck her in her most sensitive spots inside her.

"ARGHHH! S-So... good! So good!"

"Yeah? You like my cock inside you?"

"Mhmmm!"

"Good. Now be a good girl and submit to me,"

Hiccup removed his other hand from her hip and slid it down to her burning clit and began to rub her frantically. The scream that escaped from Esmeralda's mouth threatened to make Hiccup go deaf, but he couldn't help but feel pride that he was able to please a woman. Feeling her arousal soaking both his cock and his fingers, Hiccup hissed loudly as her sex squeezed him tightly.

"Thor's hammer! S-So tight!"

Feeling his own end rapidly approaching, Hiccup had an inkling that because Esmeralda traveled and did street performances, the last thing she needed right now was for him to reach his end inside of her. Being courteous, he quickly pulled out of her and stroked himself to completion; thick ropes of his seed splattered along her back and tailbone, leaving both of them panting heavily.

Before the king and the street performer could even consider continuing their tryst, a series of knocks sounded on the thick tent flaps.

"Hiccup? Are you in there, lad?"

"Yeah, what is it, Gobber?"

Clearing his throat, the old blacksmith spoke up. "We've uh, got company," he then added quickly. "Mulan vouches for them. She says they're friends of hers."

"I'll be out shortly. Thank you, Gobber,"

"Of course,"

Approaching the water basin, Hiccup washed away the stench of sweat, sex, and sin off of his skin before looking over his shoulder and seeing Esmeralda getting up off of his bed. "You don't owe me anything, Esmeralda. But you're free to leave whenever you wish," he then gestured outside while he was throwing on a crimson tunic and putting on undergarments as well as his leather pants and right boot. "I have unexpected business to attend to."

"When do you plan on attacking Paris?"

Once he was dressed, Hiccup turned to the street performer as she too was getting dressed. "When the Franks are celebrating the day of their saint," he then raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Will you and your fellow gypsies lead me and my army through the sewers and into the city?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"You do. You can tell the Franks that we plan on attacking during the day of their saint. If you do that, however, will it change how they treat you and your companions? Will Frollo cease his persecutions and murder of your friends?" Approaching the street performer, Hiccup placed a hand on her shoulder. "Help us, and I'll see to it that you and your companions are given a portion of Paris' wealth and resources once you all move on from this place. The choice is yours." With that said, Hiccup left his tent to attend to the matter that awaited him outside. Once outside, several of his guards surrounded two beautiful women and their dragons, a species that Hiccup had never seen before.

"Ah, there he is," Mulan approached Hiccup and gestured to the two women. "King Hiccup may I present to you Princess Raya of Heart and Princess Namaari of Fang, daughters of Kumandra, a land in Eastern Asia." Both Kumandran princesses bowed in greetings to the King of Vikings, as did their dragons.

Approaching the Kumandrans dragons, Hiccup held out a hand for Sisu and Pemburu to sniff. "I've seen many dragons in my lifetime, but I've never seen dragons like you," he then glanced toward Mushu and then back at Sisu. "Are all dragons from Asia sentient?"

"Not all of them, King Hiccup," Sisu replied, "however, most of us are sentient thanks to magic."

Fishlegs approached and offered Sisu his hand as well as squealing excitedly. "Fascinating! I'll need to add this information in the Book of Dragons!"

"One thing at a time, Fishlegs," Hiccup said with a chuckle before turning back to the Kumandran princesses. "Why are you here?"

Stepping forward, Raya removed her straw hat and to Hiccup's surprise, she spoke fluent Norse. "King Hiccup, on behalf of Kumandra, Namaari and I wish to help you and your people in defeating Drago Bludvist and his Northern Alliance once and for all," she then turned to the people gathered. "What's coming for you all is unlike anything you've ever seen before. In order to defeat the coming storm that threatens to wash you away from history, you'll need all the help you can get."

"The people from your homeland will help us if they're called upon?"

"They have no love for Drago Bludvist or his vision for the future, they will resist him," Namaari reassured.

"We haven't reached our destination to establish a new home yet," Astrid, who was by Hiccup's side then spoke up. "If Drago has recruited more warriors to his cause, we'll need even more help."

"Luckily we know people with honor who can help bring an end to the madman and his followers," Raya reassured the Viking queen before turning to Hiccup. "What do you say?"

All looked to the King of Vikings.

"First we need to conquer Paris. Once we do, we can continue our journey to the land I've chosen for my people and allies to settle and begin anew. After we've settled, we can continue the subject of finding new allies to help us fight Drago and his army," Hiccup then looked in the direction of Paris and spoke under his breath. "First things first."

The following days would be long and busy, Hiccup had no doubt of that. For now, he needed to make final preparations for the siege and ensure his people were ready to fight, Paris and its defenders were all that stood in their path from reaching Germany and settling in those lands.

A/N: You all know the drill, leave feedback and suggestions and stay tuned for the next update. Hope you all enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next one!