A/N: I don't know about you guys, but Fiona from Shrek was probably one of my earliest animated crushes. For an animated character, she's FINE. Haha, anyway, yes, Fiona is gonna be Hiccup's next woman and one you'll see a lot of, so just a heads up. So, the Vikings stumble upon Dragon's Keep when Hiccup and those who decide to join him go out on a little exploration, once reaching Dragon's Keep, Hiccup not only takes Fiona as one of his Fair Queens, but he'll take the wealth within that tower and split it amongst his followers, and then he'll train the dragon there too, who will become Fiona's bonded dragon. And honestly, pretend that the dragon in Fiona's tower is the same one that Rhaenys Targaryen stormed Aegon's ceremony in the ninth episode of House of the Dragon, which I haven't watched due to being busy with work, personal responsibilities, and writing. But anyway, enough talk, onward to the next chapter!

(Normal pov— York)

"So, what do you plan to do today, King Hiccup?"

Looking up at Thormod, the young king was eating his morning meal, along with those closest to him. After swallowing a mouthful of food, Hiccup smirked. "Well, before we can bring all the Viking people in England here and move on from these lands, I'd like to explore and see what England has to offer," he then gave his host a curious look. "Have you and your warriors ventured beyond York?"

"We have. Though I haven't gone beyond these walls in quite some time, mainly because the Saxons have secured the roads leading to Wessex, Mercia, Cornwall, Wales, and Northumbria. In truth, the Vikings of England are cut off from each other, we're lucky if we can manage to slip past the defenses the Saxons had established, but we're all separate tribes for the most part," grinning, York's warlord and ruler pounded a fist against the table. "But now that you and your people are here, we can go wherever we please, especially with the numbers of men and dragons you have at your disposal."

Humming in agreement, Hiccup ate the last of his morning meal and drank the last gulp of water in his drinking horn before nodding. "All in good time, Thormod," pulling out his personal map, Hiccup unfolded it on the table before looking up at his host. "Do you have maps of England, I'll need to add to my own."

"We do not, but, there is one I've heard of who favors getting the lay of the land and has helped a small, yet capable Viking clan gain a strong foothold in England. Her name is Randvi, Chieftess of Ravensthorpe," Thormod crossed his arms across his chest and shrugged. "Her husband Sigurd Styrbjornsson fell in battle against King Nobert's men, they had advanced on Ravensthorpe, though the former leader of the Raven Clan and his step-sister, Eivor Varinsdottir managed to defeat the Saxons from destroying Ravensthorpe, Sigurd had received a fatal wound and died a warrior's death."

"Glory or Valhalla," Snotlout snorted while downing the rest of the ale in his drinking horn. "There's no better way to die than to fall in battle."

"Aye," Thormod grunted in agreement. While stroking his beard, York's warlord shrugged. "If you wish to explore, King Hiccup, there is one place of great interest, a place that may find... worthy of exploration." Narrowing his eyes at his host, the king gave him a nod to continue. "There is a dilapidated castle that has been long abandoned, that is surrounded by a lake of boiling hot lava in a volcano. The castle itself is surrounded by a mountain of volcanic rock and is built on a crumbling pinnacle of rock. The stone that makes up its structures are crumbling, and cracks in the floor give way to the molten rock below. Because a lake of lava surrounds this place. The strong odor of brimstone can be smelled even from afar. The few men who have lived to tell the tale of this place say that the only way to cross the lake of lava is a rickety suspension rope bridge that provides access to the castle."

Barking out a laugh, Tuffnut turned to his sister. "That won't be a problem for us, we have dragons!"

Grinning at her brother, Ruffnut laughed back. "Yeah! We won't have to worry about crossing a rickety bridge and falling into lava," she then shrugged. "Although, death by sinking into lava does sound cool."

"That it does, dear sister," Tuffnut agreed. "That it does."

Eret, who had finished eating his food turned to the twins and shook his head. "The things you two say... it's troubling, to say the least,"

"Only those two idiots would agree on that, Eret, Son of Eret. You'll get used to it, and learn that it's nothing but noise," Snotlout rolled his eyes before downing the ale in his drinking horn. "All I want is to explore this new land and see what it has in store for us."

"And explore we shall, Snotlout," Hiccup reassured his eager cousin. "We'll go to this forgotten castle and see if there's anything there worth our time." Turning to his host, the king gave Thormod a suggestive gesture. "You are welcome to come with us. After all, being within these walls must be... tedious."

Setting down his drinking horn, Thormod smirked. "It is. However, ruling over York is a duty that's necessary as well as a responsibility. There is a man in my ranks who despises me, this man has ambitions, you see, and if he is not kept in line, he would usurp me and see the warriors and people who stand as Vikings in danger. You understand, yes?"

"Completely," Hiccup said before rising from his seat. "The men who have visited this castle, are they here?"

Rising from his seat, Thormod sighed heavily and made a gesture with his head. "Follow me,"

Turning to Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Eret, the King of Vikings gave them instructions. "Bring whatever you need and ready your dragons, once Thormod introduces me to our guides to this castle, I'll be bringing more men to join us, as a precaution if the Saxons attack us again."

"Right. C'mon, lads," Eret rose from his seat and patted both Snotlout and Fishlegs on the back. "Let's get a move on." Snotlout grumbled under his breath while Fishlegs merely snickered at the stocky Jorgenson's childlike behavior.

Sharing a look, the Thorston twins then looked back at Hiccup. "Hey! What about us?" Giving the king a disappointed scowl, Tuffnut crossed his arms while shaking his head. "Why do you get to have all the fun of exploring this new land while we're cooped up here behind walls?"

"Because I need you two, along with Astrid, Heather, and my mother to help train those among us who wish to ride dragons, not only will we need our ground forces to be prepared, but we'll need more air troops as well," he then raised an eyebrow. "I can trust you two to help, right?"

Ruffnut gasped, offended. "After all that we've been through together, you honestly think we're useless in lending aid to our allies and friends?" When Hiccup's face was nonchalant, Ruffnut rolled her eyes, undoubtedly, Hiccup was contemplating all the times that they didn't pull their weight. "Yes, Hiccup, you can trust me and my beloved brother to help train more riders." Rising from her seat, Ruffnut drank the last of the ale in her drinking horn before urging her brother to join her. "Let's get this over with, I want my first tattoo after we help with training."

"How is it that we haven't gotten tattoos yet?" Tuffnut too rose from the table and followed his sister outside the Great Hall that Thormod and his men had only recently built.

Chuckling to himself, York's warlord spoke his mind. "Those two twins of yours are a handful I take it?"

"You have no idea," Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose. "Though they behave like children, they're among my inner circle, and I trust them both with my life. Assuming they don't become the death of me." Thormod chuckled louder at Hiccup's words, knowing full well what it was like dealing with those under his command that behaved as if they were still at their mother's tit. Hiccup then raised an eyebrow in question. "So, who are these guides that'll take us to this castle?"

"Follow me."

Once outside the Great Hall, Thormod led Hiccup to a square where three men were hanging on crosses, Vikings jeered and mocked them while they were hanging, but upon seeing their warlord approach, they cleared a path for Thormod to approach the hanging prisoners. "These are our guides. They're Saxon knights, they stumbled upon York's gates. After we had them watered, fed, and rested, we questioned them, they said they were knights chosen to rescue a princess that was supposedly locked away in that castle, however, this castle is guarded by a terrible, fire-breathing dragon. They called it Dragon's Keep," Thormod then turned to Hiccup and added. "Not only does a princess and dragon reside in this castle, but according to these three, there is a chamber with rubies and emeralds the size of walnuts, gold bars so heavy one man alone cannot pick them up, and piles upon piles of coins so deep that a man can swim through them-- a fortune. If such treasures can be recovered, it could help our people in the long run."

Pursing his lips in thought, Hiccup was inclined to agree, though each Viking tribe, clan, and kingdom that was under his command possessed riches, the riches that Thormod described could very well help see the Viking people as a whole flourish once they establish a treasury in their new home.

"What say you, King Hiccup?" Thormod placed his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes, awaiting the young king's answer.

Approaching the crosses that held the hanging knights, Hiccup smacked one of the knight's legs, causing that man to look down upon the king. "Have you and your brothers the strength to lead us to this... Dragon's Keep?"

Smacking his lips because of dehydration, the knight spoke hoarsely. "I-If... you and your collection of ugly, stinking, and pox-ridden heathens wish to visit the gates of hell, w-who are we to deny your death wish," laughing quietly, the knight turned to his brothers before looking back down at Hiccup. "We will guide you, but you must release us as a reward for leading you to Dragon's Keep."

Turning to Thormod, Hiccup crossed his arms. "What do you think? They're your prisoners, after all. Should they be allowed their freedom once they take us to Dragon's Keep?"

Looking up at the knights, Thormod snorted in amusement before shrugging. "Why not. They've been my prisoners for quite some time now, and they're edge as warriors as dulled, no doubt," his amused demeanor was replaced with one of caution. "Still, you would be wise to keep an eye on them. These three knights killed some good men here even though they were weakened from their journey from Dragon's Keep."

Grunting in acknowledgment, Hiccup turned to the men watching over the knights. "Cut them down," looking to Thormod for further permission, the guards did as Hiccup said once York's warlord gave them the go-ahead to cut the knights down from the crosses. They weren't nailed to them, though they were beaten and in need of food and water, Thormod gave orders to fetch skins of water and loaves of bread for the prisoners. Crouching down to the middle knight, Hiccup narrowed his eyes at the man. "What's your name?"

"I am Godric," he then turned to the knight on his left, "this is Osbert," and then he introduced the knight on his right, "this is Alric, and we are proud warriors of God and members of the Zealots." Each of these men possessed a lean, muscular physic, proof that they were not men who were lazy and idle. They all possessed dark brown hair as well as green eyes, and they resembled each other as well, if Hiccup had to guess, they were triplets.

"I've heard of your order, prior to leaving my now-dead homeland. Who are the Zealots?"

Osbert turned to Hiccup and replied with pride. "We are the wrath of God, chosen to eradicate the likes of you and all who renounce God!"

Thormod picked wax out of his ear and snorted. "Their words do nothing but help build wax in your ears," he then flung the wax at Osbert, causing him to growl in disgust. "You said you were among other knights, competing for the opportunity to rescue a princess. Were you planning on humping her together?"

"No, you fool! We were tasked to fetch this princess and see her delivered to our leader, Heahmund, anointed by Pope Stephanus Quintilius, the Bishop of Rome and the head of the Roman Catholic Church," Alric growled. "Heahmund has been chosen to be the sword that will strike down the heathen blight in Europe. Hopefully, word will reach our leader and the Zealots will be the tip of the sword England will wield against you all."

"As I said, their threats are idle and the nonsense they spout does nothing but build wax in my ears," Thormod sighed before seeing men arrive with the water and bread meant for the three brothers. "Eat and drink, Christians, when you have finished, you will lead King Hiccup and the men of his choosing to Dragon's Keep." As the brothers took the loaves of bread and water offered to them, they gave thanks before partaking.

"Hiccup!"

Laying eyes on Alvin and his personal guards, the king grunted in greetings. "Alvin. Just the man II wanted to see," the two grasped each other's arms while Hiccup continued. "I'm going out for some exploration before I get to work and bringing all Vikings in England here. We're going to a place called Dragon's Keep. Care to join me?"

"Happy to, lad," Alvin grinned. The Outcast's leader then gave a curious look. "Who will you leave in command to keep order among our people?"

Seeing many more familiar faces approaching, Hiccup released Alvin's arm and saw Mala and Heather approach, as well as Elsa and Anna. "Mala, I'm about to depart along with Alvin and those of my choosing. Aside from Astrid, I leave you in charge of keeping the peace and making sure those that are... untrustworthy don't do anything stupid."

"Of course, I understand," Mala then crossed her arms behind her back. She then raised a curious eyebrow. "May I inquire where you and those you are taking are going?"

"Dragon's Keep, it's an abandoned castle that supposedly holds a princess, a dragon, and an abundance of wealth," he then shrugged. "Of course, we won't know for certain until we see for ourselves."

Stepping forward, Elsa took one of Hiccup's hands. "Be careful, the last thing we need is for you and good men to die because of exploration," she then gave Hiccup a firm look. "Don't get yourself killed."

"Yes, please, don't," Anna agreed. "After all, you're not just a friend that we hold close to our hearts, but you're our leader. Should you die, we'll fall to infighting and chaos."

"Thank you for summing that up, Anna," Hiccup said sarcastically. Backing away when she threatened to punch him, he reassured her and Elsa. "I promise, I'll be careful." Approaching both sisters, he pulled them into his arms. Feeling their tension fade away, Hiccup smiled when they wrapped their arms around him.

"You sure you don't want any of us to come along, Hiccup?" Heather inquired.

Removing himself from Elsa and Anna's arms, the young king shook his head. "No. I need you, Astrid, the twins, and my mother to help train those who wish to ride dragons. The number of warriors and shield maidens we have is enough to challenge any army, but we must match our ground forces with air troops as well."

"Understood," Heather said in understanding. She then gave her king and lover a firm look. "Heed Elsa and Anna's words, don't get yourself killed. We know nothing about these lands, and the last thing we need after our ordeal at sea is to lose our leader and good men."

Nodding, Hiccup extended his arms. "Hey, it's me! When am I not safe?" The smile on his face faded when Heather was about to recount all the times he was not safe. "Don't answer that," he said firmly, causing the Berserker's leader to smirk. "I'll be careful." He said to the three Viking women. Looking at Mala, he gave her a nod. "Send a Terror Mail if anything goes wrong, and we'll be back." The tall woman gave a hum in acknowledgment.

"Now that your women are reassured of your safety, can we go now?"

Turning to Snotlout, the King of Vikings gave a nod and summoned his dragon, the Night Fury was by his side in minutes. While strapping his saddle on his reptilian friend, Hiccup spoke over his shoulder. "Alvin, bring Harald Haraldson, Madguts the Murderous, and Ulfbjorn of the Lava Lout Tribe to me. I wish for them to join me on this exploration." Reluctant at first, Alvin did as Hiccup commanded and made his way outside of the city to fetch each respective Viking leader.

"Hiccup, is it possible that you have a death wish?"

While making sure his saddle was secured and not too tight for Toothless, Hiccup satisfied Fishleg's curiosity. "No, I don't have a death wish, Fishlges. True, bringing the most infamous, cruel, and dangerous Vikings among us may seem like a lapse in judgment, I assure you that this is a calculated move," Hiccup turned to face his equally intelligent friend before continuing. "These three men and the warriors under their banners need to see that I'm willing to give my life for them in times of peril. If they trust and respect me on the field of battle or in perilous adventures then there's a chance they'll not stoop to treachery and attempt to overthrow me."

"A bold gamble, Hiccup," Eret said while mounting Skullcrusher. The charming Sami then shrugged. "It could work, but these men may also play along and take advantage of your kind nature and stab you in the back when you least expect it."

"Eret speaks the truth, son," Valka said as she, Astrid, Gobber, and the twins' arrived. "This is a great risk--"

"And with great risk comes great reward," Hiccup interrupted his mother while mounting Toothless. "These men are a threat to our people because they're the ones who'll most likely form their own alliance and attempt to usurp me and take command of you all. However, if I can get them to forget to turn on me, then our quest to reach our new home will be less complicated."

"That's a big "if," babe," Astrid sighed while cradling Zephyr in her arms. "What happens if they move against you while you're out there?"

Placing a hand on Toothless' head, Hiccup smiled. "I have Toothless, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Eret, Alvin, and the men he commands, men loyal to him. If Haraldson, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn move against me, then I'll have them killed and choose men among their ranks that can lead their respective peoples with integrity and honor."

Snorting, Godric smirked. "You people have no integrity nor do you have honor," he then continued. "You heathen scum will turn on each other for anything."

Approaching the knight, Snotlout raised his war hammer and bore his teeth. "What do you know about us, Christian?"

"I know enough," he spat back. "I know you're thieving, murdering bastards."

Before Snotlout could swing his hammer, Fishlegs grabbed him and shoved him away before glaring at Godric. "I normally don't encourage violence, but I suggest you shut your mouth," he then pointed to Snotlout with his thumb. "Or else I won't hold Snotlout back and let him take your head off with his hammer." The knight looks to the stocky Jorgenson and gave him a devious smile, silently begging him to continue getting under his skin.

"I fear no death, but... like any other man, I'm not yet ready to stand before God," turning to his brothers, Godric spoke firmly. "We need to make it back to Heahmund and the Zealots, we can't do that if we're dead. Say nothing to aggravate them." Both Osbert and Alric shared a look before nodding at Godric. Turning back to Fishlegs, he shrugged. "We will be silent unless spoken to."

Smirking, Fishlegs gave a sharp pat against Godric's arm. "Good choice," he then turned to Snotlout and murmured. "You just revealed that you're hot-tempered, they'll use that against you. If they goad you into foolish action, say nothing and pay them no mind." Reluctant, Snotlout growled before nodding at Fishlegs and then summoned Hookfang to his side.

Alvin soon returned with Harald, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn. Once the three men Hiccup didn't trust were standing before him, the King of Vikings gave them a nod in greetings. "I'm taking some trusted men along with me more a little exploration. I was wondering if you three would like to join me, you and men of your choosing," he then added. "We're going to a place called Dragon's Keep, if you wish to come, I'll make it worth your while." Haraldson crossed his arms across his chest, pursing his lips in thought. Madguts, however, began grunting fiercely, his assistant, Gumboil was about to translate, but Hiccup spoke before the translator could interpret Madgut's words. "I would prefer that you speak, not grunt like a pig mad of heatstroke, Madguts. The question I asked was simple. Will you join me on some exploration, or not?"

Curling his lip at Hiccup, the chieftain of the Murderous Tribe spoke in a deep, intimidating voice. "Very well, I was going work on my damaged ships, but I have men to do that for me," turning to his translator, Madguts gave Gumboil a dismissive wave. "Your service as my translator is no longer required. Go, do as you will."

Ulfbjorn growled and cocked his head. "You said this exploration would be worth or while. How exactly will it be worth our while?"

Smirking, Hiccup shrugged. "You'll just have to wait and see, I suppose," ignoring the glare from the man who had become the leader of the Lava Louts, Hiccup then turned to his rival. "What of you, Haraldson? Will you join me or not?"

Haraldson, though he desired the opportunity to lead the Viking people, knew full well that if he assassinated Hiccup, he would be blamed and executed as a traitor. It was too soon to make a move against him, so he decided he would earn favor with the son of Stoick the Vast, and when the time was right, he would usurp him. Giving him a fake smile, Haraldson gave a nod. "Yes. I will join you, King Hiccup," he bowed his head before raising an eyebrow. "When do we leave?"

"Now. Bring men that you trust and try to keep up," turning to the triplets who had finished their loaves of bread and had drank a substantial sum of the water in the skins they were given, Hiccup urged them to stand up. "Each of you will ride behind me, Fishlegs, and Eret. If you attempt to kill us while in the air, our dragons will see to it that you fall to your deaths the moment you show aggression. Now, on your feet." Godric, Osbert, and Alric rose and were given their clothes.

Once the three knights were clothed, they each climbed on the backs of Meatlug, Skullcrusher, and Toothless, but not before each dragon growled at them, warning them not to try anything. Godric sat behind Hiccup and settled himself as the king watched as those he wished to bring had the men of their choosing with them. They had dozens of horses with equipment attached to the saddles. After wishing his family and lovers one last farewell, for the time being, Hiccup gave Toothless the go-ahead to take to the sky. Godric screamed and nearly fell off Toothless' back, causing the young king to laugh, the knight managed not to fall and regain himself while panting heavily. Looking down below, Hiccup could see Alvin, Haraldson, Maguts, Ulfbjorn, and the men of their choosing on horseback and now making their way outside the city and through the walls Thormod's people had built to hold more Vikings.

Hiccup felt the thrill of exploration flow through his veins, he had been tied down to the weight of chiefdom back on Old and New Berk, which prevented him from exploring. Now, here he was, in a land unfamiliar to him, the possibilities of discovering new dragons were always there, but Hiccup also wanted to learn the lay of the land, when the Saxons would unite to challenge them, he would need to know his environment; knowing where to do battle or not.

But that was a concern for later. For now, Dragon's Keep awaited them.

"There it is, pagan, Dragon's Keep."

It was early afternoon when Hiccup and those accompanying him finally reached their destination. The terrain which was vibrant and lush for the hours they had been out was soon replaced with a barren, flat rocky terrain, and the stench of brimstone caused Hiccup to wince before regaining himself. Urging Toothless to land at the base of the mountain leading up to Dragon's Keep, Hiccup dismounted and took out a large skin of water attached to the saddle before taking a drink, he then offered his dragon water, accepting his rider's generosity, Toothless drank and licked excess water off the edges of his maw.

"Whew! The scent of brimstone is strong here," Fishlegs exclaimed while coughing. "Do you think it's a good idea for us to go inside that mountain?"

Hiccup pulled out a cloak made out of Toothless' scales. "Just in case something goes wrong, I've made cloaks made out of our dragons' scales, which should protect us from extreme heat and the lava," he then gave a nod at his men. "Check your saddle bags." The three riders pulled out cloaks made out of Night Fury scales and to their surprise, they all fit them.

"You are aware we could've just made cloaks out of the scales our dragons shed, right?" Snotlout then gulped when Hiccup gave him a glare. "Of course, it's nice when you provide us with Night Fury scale cloaks."

Throwing his cloak around his body, Eret dismounted Skullcrusher and quenched his dragon's thirst by giving the Rumblehorn some water. "So, the four of us can easily make it inside Dragon's Keep without crossing that rickety bridge. Alvin and the others, however, that's going to be a challenge," Throwing Osbert a look to get off his dragon, Eret grunted when the knight dismounted and stretched his stiff limbs before turning back to Hiccup. "How do you want to do this? If there is a dragon inside that castle, we don't want the likes of Haraldson, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn to aggravate it."

"Agreed. That's why I'll have Alvin and his men remain here and see themselves and their horses rested. I'll have a clutch of men that follow the other three to remain with their horses and see them cooled and rested too, while the rest of them will cross that bridge," while putting away the water skin, Hiccup shrugged. "If one of those fools dies crossing the bridge, then that's one less potential threat I won't have to worry about."

Smirking, Snotlout finished watering Hookfang and then ripped Alric off of his dragon before voicing his admiration. "Smart. If any one of these leaders dies here, you won't have to contend with them if they decide to try and usurp you," he then raised an eyebrow. "But what happens if the men under their command believe you intentionally left them to die?"

"I'll tell them the truth, I have no intentions of lying to those under my banner," Hiccup could hear the thunder of horses, soon enough, the Vikings joining him had their horses come to stop and the men dismounted from their mounds Hiccup turned to the leader of the Outcast once he had drank from his water skin and stretched his stiff limbs. "Alvin, for the time being, you and your men will remain here and rest a while, see that your horses are cooled and tended to."

Nodding, Alvin turned to his men. "You heard him! Tend to the horses and relax, lads!" The Outcast grunted and got to work, Alvin then chuckled at the rocky terrain around them and the stench of brimstone, he inhaled the scent and exhaled with a chuckle. "This place reminds me of Outcast Island. Remember all our encounters there, Hiccup?"

Snorting in amusement, Hiccup playfully punched Alvin in the chest. "How could I not? You were obsessed with training the dragons on your former island and had me and my fellow riders in a few dicey situations."

"Ah, good times," Alvin grinned. He then nodded towards the three other Viking leaders and their men while they were occupied with giving their horses water. "You're taking them with you inside, are you?"

Nodding, Hiccup clarified. "Not all of them, though," he then spoke to the three Viking leaders so they could hear. "Haraldson, you, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn will cross the bridge with the men you trust, though leave a small clutch of men behind to ensure your horses remain here. Let's see what Dragon's Keep has to offer."

"What of the Christians?" Haraldson inquired.

Turning to Godric, Osbert, and Alric, the King of Vikings provided them with a satchel full of his provisions. The satchel contained bread, fish, and apples. "As promised, you're free to go," Hiccup said. "Return to your Zealots and tell them and your leader, Heahmund, that if they wish to put the Viking people to the test, they will meet a grisly fate." Turning to Alvin, Hiccup gave the mountain of a man a firm nod. "Give them three horses." Bowing his head, the Outcast leader had three of his men provide each brother with a horse so that they could leave this place and return to their brothers in arms.

"You may be a heathen, Hiccup Haddock, but... you kept your word, something I was expecting, but I'm grateful for your honesty, nonetheless," Godric gave a nod of thanks before speaking firmly. "Make no mistake though, should we cross paths again or on the battlefield, you will soon regret sparing our lives."

Shrugging, Hiccup wrapped his dragon scale cloak around his body. "You and your Zealots are no gods, you're men, just like us. Should we meet on the battlefield or otherwise, you'll discover that though you serve a different god than we do, your god will not make you and your fellows invincible," he then gave them a dismissive wave. "Now, go. Leave in peace." Godric turned to his brothers and nodded, they soon rode off, leaving the Vikings alone to bite the dust.

"They will tell their leader of what has transpired at York," Alvin stated. "They will report everything they learned about us."

Nodding in agreement, Hiccup turned to the Outcast leader. "Let them think whatever they think I am, when those who seek to inflict harm on my people press me, they'll see that I'm not to be trifled with," he then began to ascend the mountain. "Now, let's get a move on. I want to see what Dragon's Keep has to offer."

With time and caution, the men Haraldson, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn had brought with them managed to cross the bridge without losing a single man. Upon entering Dragon's Keep, the Scandinavians found it to be ominous and eerie. Not only was the ground split, which emanated the light of the lava, but there were skeletal remains of fallen knights everywhere. Not only that, but there were scorch marks on the ground, pillars, and walls, proof that something capable of breathing fire was here.

"I don't know about you lot, but this place gives me the creeps," Eret said while keeping his eyes open. Everyone grunted in agreement with the former Dragon Trapper, all of them and the dragons accompanying them were on edge when they heard the hissing of lava beneath them, the cawing of ravens looming overhead, and the soft yet menacing growls that echoed throughout the castle. "Do you reckon there are multiple dragons here or just one massive dragon?"

Fishlegs looked over his shoulder. "We won't know for certain until we see what we're dealing with," he then inhaled sharply when he nearly stepped on a pile of skeletal remains of incinerated knights. "Judging by the size of the scorch marks we've seen throughout the entrance of this place, my guess is that we're dealing with a large and very territorial dragon."

"How do you know for certain, boy?" Madguts grunted. "As you said, we don't know what we're dealing with yet."

Snotlout looked over his shoulder and defended his friend. "Fishface here knows dragons better than all of us, well, except for Eret and my cousin and my ridiculously hot aunt, Valka," he then continued. "The point is, my friend here knows well enough to know what kind of dragon or dragons we're up against."

Crouching down to investigate large, deep claw marks on the ground, Hiccup confirmed Fishleg's theory. "Looks like you were right, Fishlegs. We're dealing with a large dragon here," rising, Hiccup exhaled softly. "I only hope we can train this thing. The knights' remains tell us that they tried killing this thing, and they paid for that mistake with their lives. Let's not make the same mistake." He said to everyone before glaring at Haraldson, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn. "No matter what happens, when this dragon reveals itself, you will not do anything but stand still. You and your men. Do you understand?"

"Yes, King Hiccup."

"I understand."

"Aye. No hostility."

Satisfied with their answers, Hiccup looked to Toothless, the Night Fury sniffed the air and growled lowly, telling the king that the dragon that resided here had to be close by. As the group pressed forward, they eventually made it to a courtyard where a large tower could be seen and light illuminated within that tower's chamber, which the Vikings could see thanks to the open window.

"Scavengers maybe?" Fishlegs thought out loud.

Shaking his head, Hiccup looked over his shoulder. "Thormod said that Godric, Odbert, and Alric were here to rescue a princess so that they could deliver her to their leader, Heahmund, no doubt making that princess the wife of the Zealot's leader." Hiccup mounted Toothless and looked over his shoulder. "I'll introduce myself to this princess. You all will keep watch, shout out if you lay eyes on the dragon that resides here." Patting his dragon on the neck, Hiccup pointed to the tower, and Toothless flew up to the bridge that connected the tower and the rest of the castle. Once on the bridge, Hiccup tried opening the door, only to find it locked tight, he then backed away and smiled at his dragon. "Toothless, if you wouldn't mind, plasma blast." The Night Fury fired a bolt directly at the door, tearing it down as if it were nothing. Walking through the smoke, Hiccup and Toothless found themselves in an elegant chamber, there was a bed in the center of the chamber with curtains shielding the occupants' privacy while they slept. Sharing a look with his dragons, Hiccup strode to the sleeping silhouette of the princess and pulled back the curtains, and laid eyes on the princess he had heard about.

She was beautiful. Her porcelain, freckled skin glowed thanks to the torches in the chambers and she had crimson hair which was done in a ponytail braid. The emerald dress she wore hugged her curves and body well, but Hiccup scolded himself for gawking at her beauty and feminine curves. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, so she was older than him, however, that wouldn't stop Hiccup from acknowledging the fact that he was already attracted to this princess and eager to get to know her. One thing that surprised the Viking king was how this princess didn't look malnourished in the slightest, that would be a question he would have to ask in due time. For now, he was going to introduce himself. As he leaned down to shake the princess awake, he was taken back when she puckered her lips, it was as if she were expecting him. Instead of kissing her, he gently shook her.

"Uh, hello, can you understand what I'm saying?"

Opening her eyes, Hiccup found himself lost in her dazzling blue eyes, but he quickly regained himself when she spoke, and to his surprise, she spoke fluent Norse. "Yes. I can," she was breathless at the sight of the tall, handsome Viking before her. Smiling, she then inquired. "And who might you be, valiant sir?"

"My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of the Vikings," he then placed his hands on his hips while raising a questioning eyebrow. "And you are?"

A blush graces her beautiful face because she had been gawking at this fine man before her, but she quickly snapped out of her stupor and replied. "F-Fiona. Princess Fiona of Far Far Away," while sitting up, Fiona gave the Viking king a warm smile. "At last, my rescuer has come! I've waited many years for the one who would finally rescue me from this infernal place."

Extending his arms out, Hiccup smirked. "Well, fair lady, your savior has arrived," he replied in a chivalrous tone, causing Fiona to laugh lightly but also genuinely. He then extended a hand out for her. "Since you're eager to get out of this tower, allow me to be the one who takes you away from here." Gladly taking Hiccup's hand, both of them felt a rush of warmth spread throughout their bodies as they grasped each other's hand. Fiona then gasped at the sight of Toothless, however, Hiccup was quick to reassure her. "Don't be afraid, this is Toothless, he's... a dragon, obviously," chuckling, the Viking then continued. "He's a Night Fury, the last of his kind, but he's also the King of Dragons."

"King of Dragons?"

"A story I'll happily disclose once we leave this place," Hiccup said before noting how Fiona seemed to relax when she looked into Toothless' eyes. Taking her left hand, the princess was about to question Hiccup, but he shushed her. "It's okay, if you want to show him that you mean him no harm, let him come to you." Approaching the princess, Toothless sniffed at her palm for several seconds before coming to the conclusion that she meant him no harm, she was merely intrigued by him. Pressing his snout against her palm, Fiona released a sigh she didn't know she was holding, she then found herself soothed by the warmth from the Night Fury's skin.

"You ride a dragon?" Fiona exhaled in disbelief, Hiccup smiled and nodded. "How on earth did you manage such a thing?" She inquired, genuinely curious about how this was possible.

"Again, a story I'll disclose once we're clear of this place," Hiccup promised as he then made his way outside the chamber, both Toothless and Fiona were by his side. Before another word was shared between the king and princess, a thunderous roar filled the air, causing Hiccup to look down at the courtyard and see the dragon that resided here reveal itself to his companions and their dragons.

The dragon was massive and easily towered over his companions and their dragons. This giant dragon bore magenta-red skin and appeared to be one hundred feet long. It sported a pink underbelly, maroon spines, long white spikes along its cheeks, webbed ears, large bat-like wings, razor-sharp claws, and a long spade-tipped prehensile tail. For a dragon of this size, Hiccup was surprised that it looked plump unless, of course, she was pregnant. Hiccup knew that now was not the time to contemplate that, the dragon crouched low and growled menacingly at his companions, showing territorial behavior.

"Tell me, has this dragon shown aggression towards you?"

Fiona looked into the eyes of the Viking and then back down at the encroaching dragon down below. "No, she hasn't, in fact, it seems to pay me no mind at all," she then gave Hiccup a curious look. "You believe you can tame her?"

"I suppose we'll find out, won't we?" Removing the scale cloak around his body, Hiccup wrapped it around Fiona. "This is a cloak made out of Toothless' scales, it'll protect you from fire and extreme heat. I'm going down there to see if I can train this dragon, I'd understand if you wish to remain up here--"

"No!" Fiona blurted out before clearing her throat. "No. In truth, I always believed that I could bond with this dragon, it always seemed... lonely." She then gave him a firm nod. "I wish to join you in your efforts to bond with her."

Nodding, Hiccup climbed on Toothless' back, he offered Fiona his hand, she took it and soon sat behind the king, wrapping her arms around his torso and preparing to descend to the castle courtyard. As Toothless glided down, the large dragon noted the Night Fury and the two humans on its back, it tilted its head curiously and eyed the King of Dragons once he touched down on the ground. Dismounting his dragon, Hiccup helped Fiona off of Toothless' back and everyone held their breath as the large dragon approached the Night Fury. Meatlug, Hookfang, and Skullcrusher were at their king's side, ready to defend Toothless if this dragon made an attempt on the King of Dragon's life.

"This is crazy! We're placing our lives in the hands of that lizard--"

Looking over his shoulder, Hiccup seethed at Madguts. "Say nothing, or I'll gouge out your tongue and shove it down your throat," turning back to the dragons interacting with each other, Hiccup spoke softly. "Our dragons are vouching for us, this big girl has had her fair share of humans trying to kill her, we need to show her that we mean her no harm." Eventually, after a long moment of roars and growls exchanged between the large female dragon and the four smaller dragons, Toothless beckoned Hiccup and Fiona to approach.

"Hiccup--"

Silencing Snotlout by raising a hand, Hiccup then got to work on disarming any weapons on his person and tossing them behind him. The gesture caused the large dragon to cock its head and slowly approach Hiccup. "Easy, big girl," he cooed while extending a hand out. "I'm not going to hurt you, from what I've seen, you don't take kindly to those who are aggressive towards you, huh?" The dragon bore its teeth and rumbled in confirmation before taking several powerful whiffs at the palm in front of its snout. "There you go. I'm not going to hurt you, girl." Looking at the awestruck Fiona, Hiccup reached for her hand. "Go ahead, show her that you wish to bond with her." Nodding, the princess approached the dragon before her and extended her right hand, there was a tremble there, an appropriate reaction, considering this dragon could either squish her like an insect or reduce her to dust before she could run for her life.

After what felt like a lifetime, Fiona released a shaky, relieved exhale when the dragon pressed itself into her hand. Her scaley skin was coarse, warm, and smooth, unsurprising for a reptile. "You are misunderstood, aren't you, girl?" Cooing at the dragon before her, Fiona caressed the beast's snout and smiled. "In the past, I thought you were what kept me from fleeing this place, but I was wrong. No, you are here because you have been my guardian for most of my life." The dragon released a soft purr, the aggression in her body faded and she became relaxed.

"Would you care to name her?"

Turning to Hiccup, Fiona noted the smile on his face. "A name holds great value to a dragon, especially when it's able to bond with a human who will show it no aggression or violence. So, do you have a name in mind?"

Pursing her lips in thought, she recalled in the past how the dragon before her encountered a battalion of knights in this very courtyard, she watched the swiftness of this dragon and how it quickly and with deadly precision. Smiling, Fiona had chosen the name for her dragon. "Swiftjaw. Her name is Swiftjaw," she then looked into her dragon's emerald eyes and gave the dragon a questioning look. "Do you like that name, girl?" When the dragon gave Fiona a firm nod, the princess laughed lightly. "Swiftjaw it is." Hiccup turned to his men and smirked at Haraldson, Madguts, and Ulfbjorn, who all appeared to have filled their breeches. Fiona then reached for Hiccup, causing the king to look the princess in the eyes. "I've had my fill of this place and wish to leave it, and never return. Shall we go?"

"We shall," Hiccup nodded. "But first, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Does this place horde treasures? My people had to flee our homeland of Scandinavia because of plague and famine, we've taken only what's essential with us, and if we are to seek a new place to settle and start anew, we'll need wealth to fund us."

Fiona's face twisted with sympathy before she nodded in confirmation. "There's more than enough treasure here to see many men rich for the rest of their lives," she then walked to the castle treasury. "Follow me." Looking over his shoulder, Hiccup urged his men to follow them. Depending on how much wealth was stored within the bowels of this castle, Hiccup would take what he could get, not for himself, but for the people under his rule.

(Winchester— Kingdom of Wessex)

King Norbert sat upon his throne and waited for the arrival of the remaining English kings so that he could broach the subject of unifying against the Viking scourge on their lands. Having just concluded discussing how Wessex ought to protect itself and its territory from the Vikings, with his witan, Nobert reclined in his throne, the crown of Wessex rested on his lap and he had his face buried in the palm of his right hand. Not only had he had to deal with the rising complaints from his subjects because of the rise of taxes and cost of basic necessities, but now the largest Viking army had entrenched itself in York, which had remained a stronghold for the heathens for many years. Norbert's spies not only confirmed this, but they also confirmed that the newly arrived Viking armies have dragons, tens of thousands of them, with such beasts at their command, Norbert feared that the heathens will have all of England by the throat unless the remaining Saxon kings banned together to stop their enemies.

The doors to Norbert's throne room opened, revealing the kings of Mercia, Northumbria, and Cornwall. Each of these men of England was an accomplished warrior in their own right, they had fended off a great number of Viking raids and incursions in their kingdoms over the years, but now upon hearing the great multitude of Vikings and dragons that had only just arrived in York thanks to King Norbert, they all raced to Wessex so that they could discuss what could be done.

Rising from his throne, Norbert extended his hands. "Lords, thank you for answering my call," he then gestured to the seats left over by the witan members. "Please, sit. We have much to discuss." As each English king sat down, Norbert sat back on his throne and shook his head. "You are all now well aware of the great peril England now faces. A Viking army the likes of which we have never seen before has merged with the already considerable Viking force led by Thormod Hoskuldsson, the warlord that occupies York. I'm already marshaling an army to prepare for the Vikings should they move against Wessex. Can I expect the support of you all if I am attacked?"

King Eardwulf of Mercia grunted. "As you are aware, Lord, Mercia is locked in heated conflict with the Viking warlord, White Hair, he and his warriors have been attacking trade routes throughout my kingdom, cutting off supply lines, and ultimately starving my people of the necessities and supplies that they need to live! I am in no possible to lend aid at this moment."

Osferth, King of Northumbria shook his head. "I am afraid I too am unable to lend my support, King Norbert. As you know, York is part of my kingdom, and I have been trying to reclaim that city from Thormod and his Vikings for quite some time, but now I fear that task will be impossible now that it's now occupied by more Vikings than I can count," shaking his head, Osferth spoke through gritted teeth. "We are the last remaining kings of the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms, should we fall, England and our people will be condemned to paganism."

"I can assure you, Lords, that will not happen."

Turning to the opened doors, the kings of England stood and marveled at the sight of the man who was anointed by Pope Stephanus Quintilius, the Bishop of Rome and the head of the Roman Catholic Church, Heahmund, leader of the Zealots. The man was in his mid-thirties, yet he was a warrior of the highest order, because of his high standing with Pope Stephanus, he was considered as"Son of the Roman Catholic Church," the relationship between Heahmund and Stephanus was that of father and son. Because of his years of training as a warrior, the leader of the Zealots was lean, and well-built, he had ivory skin that gleamed in the lantern lights, and his amber eyes were like scarlet coals that could burn a man alive. He had short, yet spiky dirty blond hair and a light beard on his handsome face. Adorned in gleaming, silver armor as well as chainmail as additional reinforcement, he had a crimson cape wrapped around his body as well as a cross in the center of his breastplate.

"Heahmund Quintilius, son of Pope Stephanus, and heir to the Roman Catholic Church," Norbert breathed in awe while approaching the warrior and kneeling before him. "You honor us with your presence."

"I am not God, King Norbert, do not kneel before me. Rise," Norbert rose to his feet and murmured an apology to the man before him. "Now, I am told that the heathen plague here in England has grown tenfold. When did this happen?"

King Awen of Cornwall satisfied Heahmund's curiosity. "These Vikings and the devils they fly only arrived yesterday, Lord," he then released a heavy sigh. "King Norbert summoned us here because he believes if the mortal armies of the one true God unite, then perhaps we can save the world from the darkness of paganism and devilry that will damn mankind to the fires of hell."

"A just cause, King Norbert," Heahmund commemorated before shrugging. "However, despite our forefather's past attempts to persuade the Vikings to Christianity, it was nothing but a jest to them. They will never convert to our faith nor accept Christ as the one true God, and because of that, they must all be eradicated. The Zealots and I are the swords that will strike down the Viking plague once and for all." Snapping his fingers, three men in Zealot armor entered the room and stood at attention with their arms crossed behind their backs. "These three brothers are Godric, Osbert, and Alric, they had managed to regroup with the Zealot Order not long ago. As it just so happens, they were face to face with the leader of this new Viking army."

"Oh?" Norbert tilted his head before inquiring. "What form of man was this pagan?"

Godric looked to Heahmund, and the heir to the Roman Catholic Church nodded at him, giving him permission to speak. "He's... young, strong, and a man of his word, surprisingly," looking to his brothers, he continued. "King Hiccup Haddock took a group of his men to a place called Dragon's Keep, where Princess Fiona resided, the very same princess we were tasked with rescuing so that our Prince Heahmund could take her as his wife. But we encountered a dragon of monstrous size, it was too great for us to face alone, we barely escaped that infernal place with our lives. We were then captured by the Vikings of York and were their prisoners for some time, however, because of our cooperation to take him and his people to Dragon's Keep, King Hiccup granted us our freedom. And now, here we are."

Nodding, Heahmund shrugged. "This... Hiccup Haddock stands as king of the Vikings that have arrived here, I can only assume his reasons for being here are to gather all the remaining Viking groups, kingdoms, and tribes here in England and merge them with his own, increasing the size of his already vast army. We must ensure that doesn't happen," Heahmund looked to each king and spoke firmly. "Because my father, the Pope, wants this Viking nuisance to be swatted dead, I will provide each of you with a general of seasoned years and five thousand men of the Zealot Order to help you crush the Vikings wreaking havoc on your kingdoms. If we wipe out the heathen forces established here—"

"—then King Hiccup will have no further allies to reach out to or ask for support." King Norbert finished.

"Precisely," Heahmund said with a nod. Looking at each king in the chamber, he smiled. "Have faith, Lords, we must remember that the heathen do not have the one true God on their side, but we do. And God is with us, who can stand against us?"

(York— Kingdom of Northumbria)

Fiona was rendered speechless at the sight of so many people and dragons all in one place, of course, the only people she could remember in her youth were her parents and the witch that had cast the dreadful curse upon her, all that was required now was for Hiccup to kiss her and see whether or not he was her True Love. It was early evening upon arriving at York, and Fiona was anxious to get inside and disclose her... condition to Hiccup, she only hoped that he would not see her as a monster because of what the witch had done to her. After extracting every piece of wealth that Dragon's Keep had to offer, it was brought back to York by many of Hiccup's followers. With such vast wealth now in York, Hiccup ordered men that he could trust to keep it safe for the time being and he would distribute some of the wealth to those who were in need of it the following day. Not only were Hiccup's people surprised to see their king and those who accompanied him return with such treasures, but they were also in awe of Swiftjaw and Fiona, both dragon and princess were beautiful in their own way, and many knew that Hiccup would make this woman another one of his Fair Queens.

After meeting Hiccup's family and the women who stood as his Fair Queens, Fiona was then escorted to an unused room in York's castle, Fiona had been provided with a warm meal and bath, much to her delight. Now as the sun was dropping to the horizon, Fiona knew that she needed to see whether or not Hiccup's kiss could break the spell cast upon her when she was a girl, he did rescue her after all, he had to be her True Love.

Once Fiona had settled into her new chambers, she summoned Hiccup. The wait felt like an eternity, she was pacing back and forth while doubt and fear crept into her mind. How could it not? What if Hiccup wasn't her True Love and what if she was destined to be alone and turn into a dreadful ogre whenever the sun set for the rest of her life? The prospect brought tears to Fiona's eyes, she hugged herself while she desperately tried to keep the tears at bay.

Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest when a series of knocks interrupted her pacing and fearful thoughts. "C-Come in!" The door opened, revealing Hiccup. Composing herself and blinking away the tears that threatened to spill down her face, Fiona smiled. "Hiccup, thank you for coming, I... I have something to tell you." Tilting his head curiously, the Viking king gave her a nod to continue speaking. Sighing heavily, Fiona made her confession. "The reason I was locked away in that dreadful tower in the first place was thanks to a witch that had cast a spell on me when I was a girl, I... I would transform into an ogre whenever the sun would set. My parents feared that the people of my original home, Far Far Away, would kill me because I was a monster." Shaking her head, Fiona walked toward the open window of her chambers and looked out toward the horizon where the sun was dropping with each passing moment. She then murmured to herself. "By night one way, by day another, this shall be the norm until you find True Love's First Kiss then take Love's True Form."

Taking in this information, Hiccup nodded in understanding. "That's why all those knights tried to rescue you in the first place. They wanted to break the curse you have and see whether or not they were your True Love?" She nodded in confirmation and Hiccup placed his hands on his hips before continuing. "You believe my kiss will break your curse and ensure you remain human?"

"I won't know unless we try," Fiona said. "If this curse is not broken by your kiss, then I am destined to remain alone and... a hideous, disgusting monster."

Approaching the beautiful woman before him, Hiccup took her hands and looked into her eyes. "That's enough of that talk," he said firmly before placing a tender hand on her cheek. "If a kiss is what you desire to see whether or not your curse will be broken then it's kiss you'll get." Closing the distance between them, Hiccup pressed his lips against Fiona's, he groaned in delight at the taste of her sweet lips. As Fiona's eyes fluttered closed and she returned his kiss, she began to grow bright and was soon levitating in the air. Confused at first, Hiccup shielded his eyes as Fiona grew brighter with each passing moment, a ripple of energy blew through the room, knocking down anything that was not firmly planted. Eventually, Fiona collapsed to the ground and Hiccup was by her side.

Cradling her in his arms, Hiccup tucked in strands of her crimson hair had a look of worry on his face. "Fiona? Are you alright?"

Moaning in pain, she pressed a hand against her head before gasping that she was still in her human form. Noting that the sun had now set, Fiona laughed in both disbelief and joy that she would no longer transform into an ogre. Looking into the king's eyes, she beamed and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. When the need for air forced the overjoyed princess to break the kiss, she cupped Hiccup's face. "You are my True Love, Hiccup Haddock III," she then leaned in and murmured against his ear. "I cannot express my gratitude through words alone, let me show you my appreciation through actions instead." Standing to her feet, Fiona pulled Hiccup up with her, the simple nightgown she had been provided with was soon stripped off of her body, and the young king was breathless at the sight of her. Her freckled skin was without blemish or imperfection, her full breasts rose and fell softly with each breath that she took, and she had a triangular patch of red hair above her womanhood.

Eyeing Fiona's naked glory from head to toe made Hiccup's heart race as he approached her. "Beautiful," he murmured while the redhead ran a hand through her hair and made her way towards her bed while throwing him a coy grin over her shoulder. Feeling his ever-aching erection suffocate in his pants, Hiccup shook his head while smiling at his next Fair Queen. "Temptress. You'll wither my self-control until there's nothing left of it."

Crawling on her bed, Fiona looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Good. Because I want you to hold nothing back," she then spoke in a firm, authoritative tone. "Now, lick my cunt." Growling at her tone and words, Hiccup kneeled behind her, and parted the cheeks of her pert backside, causing Fiona to gasp, she then mewled weakly as she felt his warm breath ghosting her rapidly sopping womanhood. Fiona released a loud moan of pleasure when Hiccup began to eat her out like she was the last meal he would ever have. Hiccup caressed her backside while his tongue delved into her depths and collected her nectar, her taste reminded him of honey-crisp apples, and he groaned in delight at her taste.

"O-Oh, yes!" Fiona looked over her shoulder before lowering her head and mewling in delight. "Go on, k-keep licking me! Just like that!" Her breath hitched when Hiccup began tracing what he was licking with his digits. Eventually, he inserted a single finger inside her folds and waited for Fiona's reaction. When she offered no objections or sounds of discomfort, Hiccup inserted a second finger inside of her and slowly pumped his digits in and out while lapping at her folds at a rapid pace. "H-Hiccup! Oh, you're so good!" Fiona's words of praise only spurred the Viking king on, and he continued what he was doing.

While his left index and middle fingers pumped in and out of her, Hiccup used his right hand to rub at Fiona's clit. The princess choked on her breath and began to shake, Hiccup smirked, knowing that was how he would send her over the edge. He then began to rub her burning clit at a rapid pace, all the while, he was still fingering and eating her out. The multitude of sensations became too much for Fiona, she cried out in pleasure and reached her first climax at the hands of a man. Removing himself from Fiona, the Viking king panted heavily, regaining his breath, while also stripping out of his clothes, it had become too hot to keep them on.

"Y-You... certainly know how to please a woman," Fiona laughed lightly after the effects of her climax had faded and the room had stopped spinning. Sitting up on her knees, she then bit her lower lip as she took in Hiccup's lean, toned, tattooed body. Many of the books she had in the tower at Dragon's Keep told of Viking raiders that attacked English settlers and they depicted the Scandinavian warriors as nothing more than bloodthirsty, mindless brutes. But when Fiona looked at Hiccup, she saw a handsome young man with the burden of leading his migrant people to a new land to settle and start over. She saw a man who she could share the burden of ruling with, and she saw her True Love.

Noting how she was gawking, Hiccup smirked. "Enjoy what you see, Princess Fiona?"

"I do," she then made her way off of the bed and stood before Hiccup. "Just relax, my king. Let me take care of you." She cooed before leaning down and kissing the young king, before Hiccup could return Fiona's kiss, she began kissing along his razor-sharp jawline and down his throat and collarbone. Closing his eyes and groaning in pleasure, Hiccup gasped as Fiona playfully bit his nipples and began lapping at them with her tongue began kissing down his abdomen. The anticipation and her teasing caused Hiccup's cock to reach its full mast, causing his hardened appendage to poke Fiona, causing her to laugh. "I think I've teased you long enough, wouldn't you agree?" Before Hiccup could even reply, she kneeled before him and took him into her mouth. Throwing his head back and moaning loudly, Hiccup ran a hand through Fiona's hair and watched as the redhead lashed her tongue along his tip before slowly taking him down her throat.

Her lips were wrapped tight around his girth, and despite this being her first time with a man, Fiona felt pride swell within her for taking him halfway down her throat. Gagging lightly, as she felt his tip touch the back of her throat, Fiona pulled away and pumped his spit-slick cock before descending and mouthing at his balls. "O-Odin's beard!" Hiccup growled in pleasure at the sight and feeling of Fiona's ministrations. "That's a good girl, Fiona. Gods, yes!" His breath hitched when she took one of his balls in his mouth while still stroking his aching cock. While savoring his new lover's ministrations, Hiccup suddenly stopped her, before she could ask if she did something wrong, he gave her a reassuring smile. "I want to try something." Curious, Fiona nodded before gasping when Hiccup began to rub and slap his slick cock along her plush breasts. Eventually, Hiccup then nestled his cock between her cleavage and then started to thrust up her breasts. Understanding what he wanted to try, Fiona grinned and then pushed her breasts together, enveloping her True Love's cock between her soft, plush mounds. The head of Hiccup's cock could still reach Fiona's mouth, so she returned to licking and sucking his tip while massaging his length with her breasts.

As Fiona's mouth and breasts worked together to please Hiccup, the young king's body felt like it was roaring with pleasure. He knew that he was nearing his first climax of the night by the tingling sensation in his balls. The sound of Fiona slurping on his cock while it slid between her soaked breaks made Hiccup shudder. He could feel the moans rumbling in her throat as he was still able to fill her mouth despite half of his cock being trapped between her breasts. From time to time, she would glance up at him, wanting to see his reaction. Seeing the gorgeous woman in this state drove Hiccup that much closer to the edge of release.

"F-Fiona! I'm close!"

Smiling, the redhead pulled away from Hiccup and began to stroke him furiously. He was able to hold off from reaching his end for a few seconds, but when he felt Fiona's thumb rub along his tip, he cried out in pleasure and reached his release. Thick ropes of his seed painted Fiona's beasts and throat, the heat of his seed caused her to moan in delight. Shuddering in delight after reaching such a powerful climax, Hiccup saw Fiona drag a finger along her breasts when his seed painted her body, she then brought that finger to her mouth and moaned at the taste of him on her tongue. The sight made Hiccup's softening cock reawaken. Ignoring his cock for the moment, Hiccup approached the water basin and grabbed a clean cloth, and wetted it, he then handed it to his new lover so that she could wash his seed off of her body.

"Such a gentleman," Fiona smiled while washing herself. "Have you ever done that with your other Fair Queens?"

Shrugging, Hiccup ran a hand through his hair. "The only woman who has ever experienced my animalistic side in bed is my High Queen, Astrid," he then smirked. "But that will change as time goes on, she wants to ensure my bloodline is secured for a lifetime, and so she has given me permission to take women of my choosing and bed them and make those of proper standing and produce heirs so that the future of the Viking people will be secure so long as a Haddock rules over them."

"Well, if you require more heirs then I would be more than happy to provide you with them and help you raise them," Fiona then laid back on the bed and gave him a coy smile. "Make me your next Fair Queen, Lord Haddock."

More than happy to oblige her request, Hiccup hooked her legs under his arms and aligned himself before sliding inside of her with one smooth thrust. Both Hiccup and Fiona shared a ragged moan while gazing intensely into each other's eyes, only making their coupling all the more intimate. As soon as Fiona had grown used to his size, she gave him a nod, Hiccup then pulled back until only the tip remained only for him to thrust back inside her. "Yes! Go on, Hiccup, hump me!" spurred on by her words, Hiccup grit his teeth while pumping himself in and out of Fiona at a firm pace. The lewd sound of their naked skin slapping against each other and his lover's beautiful moans filling his ears made Hiccup's blood burn hotter.

Throwing her head back and releasing a ragged moan as Hiccup pounded into her more fiercely, Fiona clutched at the furs beneath her while desperately trying not to lose her breath, but each of Hiccup's thrusts made her feel as though she would be robbed of all her breath. Gazing into the eyes of her True Love, Fiona ran her tongue along her lips and silently challenged Hiccup to give her everything he's got. Releasing her legs, Hiccup suddenly leaned down to paw at her breasts while continuing to pound away at her. "AHHH! Hiccup!" Crying out in both pain and pleasure at the feeling of him striking her insides and roughly kneading her breasts threatened to make Fiona cross-eyed, but instead merely clutched at his arms and sealed her eyes as she savored the multitude of sensations.

As much as Hiccup wanted to go several rounds with Fiona, he knew that he had things to do tomorrow, mainly reaching out to the nearest Viking tribe established in England and convincing them to join his Viking kingdom. He would probably have to settle for going two rounds with Fiona, at the very least.

Suddenly Hiccup pulled out of Fiona, causing her to whine in displeasure, but he cooed reassuring words. He then grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over onto her side. He followed her, taking up position behind her and grabbing her right thigh. Once he raised her leg up and positioned himself at her sopping entrance, he soon reclaimed his spot inside of her, causing Fiona to lower her head and moan happily.

"By all the gods in the Æsir, Fiona. You feel so good," Hiccup whispered into her ear as he began pounding into her once again. The change in the angle soon made Fiona scream in euphoria. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear her and interrupt this intimate moment she was sharing with her True Love.

To silence her cries and prevent his guards or anyone else from disturbing them, Hiccup extended a hand, turning her face back so he could swallow her euphoric cries with a deep, passionate kiss. Then he began to paw at her plush breast, cupping the mound of supple flesh, and began playing with her pebbled nipples as he worked in earnest to send her tumbling over the edge and reach the heights of bliss.

Fiona felt the coils in her stomach tighten to excruciating levels. She moaned into Hiccup's mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips to explore his mouth when he thrust inside her one final time. As Hiccup plunged his cock into her one last time, he buried himself all the way to the hilt before groaning loudly against her sweet lips and spilling his seed into her womb. Fiona screamed into his mouth, her toes curled, a multitude of stars exploded behind her eyes, and her orgasm coursed through every nerve in her body like lightning crackling in the heavens.

Hiccup pulled his mouth away from hers so that he could bury his face into the crook of her neck, growling and groaning against her sweaty, freckled skin as he emptied every drop of his seed inside her. Fiona moaned softly, moving her hips as the echoes of her orgasm began to fade before she finally stilled.

"H-Hiccup," Fiona reached around to place her hand on her love's head and caress his sweaty hair. "That was incredible."

Chuckling in agreement, Hiccup caressed her curves and raised an eyebrow. "Would you care for one more round, my fair lady?"

Smirking, Fiona pecked his lips. "I would be happy to go another round," she then got up and crawled into the center of the bed on all fours. She then stuck her backside as high up as she could go. Her long, crimson hair clung to her back as she glanced over her shoulder to stare at Hiccup gawking at her. She wiggled her brows at him before shaking her backside, inviting him to come to her. "Care to take me in the arse?"

"How can I resist such an invitation?"

Eventually, after ensuring Fiona could take his cock in her backside by licking her puckered hole and using oil to pump his digits inside her, Hiccup believed her slick backside was loose enough so that she could take his length without much pain. He then sat on his knees and brought the tip of his cock to her puckered hole. ''Ready?''

''I am," she nodded. "Go ahead."

She looked over her shoulder to watch Hiccup as he pushed forward, slowly spreading her backside with his cock. Fiona closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt Hiccup's cock pressing into her tight hole. The Viking king grabbed her hips and eased his length inside of her, inch by inch. They both rocked their hips back and forth in unison. Hiccup listened to the sound of Fiona's moans, trying to know when was the best time to go slow or quicken his thrusts, of course, if she voiced her displeasure, he would stop and ensure she was alright. The redhead soon rocked her backside against his hips, pushing back so that she could take all of Hiccup's cock. The sensation of his cock buried inside Fiona's backside felt good. He then started to hump her faster and harder, causing her to moan with delight.

''Harder, H-Hiccup...'' Fiona moaned.

Obliging his lover's request, Hiccup rammed into her with great thrusts, he then brought his right hand down to spank her backside. She gasped in surprise, only to gasp again when Hiccup grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged on it. Fiona responded by bucking her hips faster, trying to keep up with Hiccup's powerful thrusts, but the young king was overwhelming her with his strength and speed. Hiccup then slapped her backside again, leaving a faint red mark on the cheek.

''Again! Do that again!''

Smirking, Hiccup pulled at her hair and spanked her over and over again. Glancing down to see his cock emerge and enter her backside again and again only drove Hiccup to quicken his pace. Hiccup held nothing back as he gave her everything he had. Undoubtedly, Fiona was going to have some trouble walking tomorrow, but he had an inkling she wouldn't mind. Hiccup's thrusts had Fiona writhing with madness and pleasure as he humped her harder and faster. As he pulled on her long hair once again, Fiona's moans became erratic. She was going to reach her end.

''Go on, Fiona. Cum for your king!'' Hiccup demanded with gritted teeth, he then reached underneath so that his fingers could glide over her folds. Hiccup found that his fingers were drenched instantly.

Fiona could take no more, a primal scream tore from her throat as she came. Hiccup smirked to feel her squirting on his fingers. As his new lover savored her orgasm, Hiccup could feel her backside clench tightly around his cock. He wasn't far behind with his own orgasm, but he needed to keep going for a little bit longer to reach the edge. So, Hiccup grabbed her hips and humped her like an animal in heat. Fiona clenched the furs beneath her tightly and looked over her shoulder at me. Hiccup grunted and groaned as he neared his impending climax. She was staring at him expectantly, Hiccup knew exactly what she was waiting for.

Just as Hiccup was nearing his end, he pulled out of her backside. Missing the tightness, he then grabbed his cock and stroked it furiously. Fiona tiredly lifted her backside and arched her back as she waited for him to paint her body with his seed for a second time. Hiccup cried out as he pumped his throbbing cock and watched his seed painting all over Fiona's backside.

After both lovers regained their breath, Hiccup cleaned his seed off of her backside and back before tossing the sodden cloth aside. Hiccup and Fiona then collapsed together in bed, chests rising and falling as they desperately sought to regain their breath. None of them said a word as they basked in the afterglow, naked and completely satisfied.

Feeling his new Fair Queen cuddle into his side while wrapping her arms around his middle, Hiccup grew concerned when she heard Fiona quietly sobbing. "Fiona?" He gently lifted her face so that he could look into her dazzling blue eyes, where tears pooled and slid down her beautiful face. "Why the tears?"

Wiping away her tears, Fiona shook her head. "It's just... I thought nobody would come and save me from that tower and break the dreadful curse that was cast upon me when I was a girl. Many valiant knights have tried rescuing me before, you saw their remains in the tower, no doubt. For so long, I thought I would never be free," she then smiled at Hiccup and sat up so she could cup his face. "But then you came and rescued me. You, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, my True Love, saved me. Thank you." She laughed lightly as Hiccup wiped away her tears and then pulled her into a warm embrace, one she eagerly returned.

"You're no longer bound to that tower or the curse that turns you into an ogre, Fiona, not anymore," Hiccup murmured in her ear. "You're now a Fair Queen of the Viking people, and perhaps you'll be a mother of my children. Whether you produce an heir or not, know that I'll treat you well and as an equal."

Sighing happily at his words, Fiona kissed his cheek and murmured against his skin. "Thank you, Hiccup," she held him tighter and nodded against him. "Thank you." Satisfied, Fiona soon found herself succumbing to sleep. Chuckling, Hiccup reached for the blankets to shield their nudity from anyone who would barge in unannounced.

"Sleep well, Fiona, and dream of a better tomorrow," Hiccup caressed her hair and smiled when she nuzzled against him while a beaming smile spread across her beautiful face. "Sleep well, Queen Fiona." He too succumbed to sleep and was eager for the next time he and Fiona could spend time together, intimate or otherwise.

As Hiccup and Fiona slept, they were unaware of the eyes that were on them while they were being intimate. The voyeur was able to watch them from a keyhole in Hiccup's bed chamber door. Now, backing away from the door and leaving Hiccup and Fiona to sleep, the voyeur quickly returned to their own bed chamber before they were discovered. Once entering their room and closed the door behind them, the voyeur, who wore a hood over their head lowered it, revealing Valka Haddock. Sliding down the door until she was sitting on the floor, Valka buried her face into her knees and groaned loudly, ashamed of watching her son being intimate with his new woman. She knows that she shouldn't be watching Hiccup and his lovers, but like a moth to a flame, she finds herself unable to resist watching her son and the women he's claimed.

The first time she witnessed her son having sex with another woman, it had been purely accidental. It had been prior to leaving Scandinavia, she was heading towards the docks, ready to help pack supplies on her son's warship when as she passed a shack leading to the dock, she heard a female voice letting out noises in what could only be as sexual pleasure. The voice behind that shack's closed door was not Astrid's, it was someone else. But when Valka noticed a crack in the door that was big enough for her to see what was happening, Valka's curiosity got the best of her. As she bent down to the crack and looked through it, her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw.

There, in that shack, were Hiccup and Heather the Unhinged, rutting like animals in heat. Heather, so strong, fierce, and independent was held up by Hiccup as he humped her fiercely and the leader of the Berserkers begged and moaned for Hiccup to 'hump her faster... harder...' like a common whore. Her son, so gentle and kind, obeyed his lover's requests, tightly gripping the woman and pounding her into orgasmic bliss with a furious vigor Valka didn't think him capable of. She had left before the two of them had discovered her and she tried to move on and not repeat that same mistake.

But in the end, Valka was still a woman and a woman who hasn't been intimate with anyone in years.

Not only was Valka feeling her sexual frustration increase tenfold ever since she watched Hiccup and Heather back on New Berk, but after watching her son and Fiona, Valka wished that it was her in her son's bed. It was depraved to desire her son, but she had grown deeply attracted to him the moment she realized who he was back at the Dragon Sanctuary, at first she thought it was just overwhelming joy that she was reunited with her son after two decades. Still, it was attraction and love of the vilest sort.

Stripping out of her clothes and washing away the stench of shame and her arousal slick upon her, Valka crawled into bed and wrapped the thick furs around her, imagining Hiccup's strong, lean body was spooning her. Valka fell asleep desiring Hiccup and his love, though she was saddened to know he would never return her depraved affections.

Little did she know that he felt the same about her.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter, it was fun to write! Again, Fiona is gonna be one of Hiccup's main women, so you'll be seeing her quite a bit. Again, leave me some feedback and suggestions on who else I should add. I'm also updating this story on and AO3 under the same username, so be sure to support me on those writing platforms too! The next update is Ragnarök, so keep your eyes open for that update! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I'll catch you in the next one!