A/N: I meant to post this chapter a while ago, but with the holiday shopping madness and getting sick randomly, I got held up. Three things before we get started, Robin, the character with Viggo is not Robin Hood, he's a created character I came up with. Look up Sihtric Kjartanson from The Last Kingdom, in my mind's eye, he looks like the character from season 3 of that show. Second, Viggo is going to stand trial and many will want him to be killed, mainly Mala and many Hairy Hooligans. Last but not least, Hiccup will have a threesome with Astrid and Heather after he makes his choice on what to do with Viggo.

(Normal pov— York)

Along the River Ouse, a Viking longship bearing dark green sails and the emblem of a stag's head on the side, the emblem of the Elgring Clan, these Vikings had just made landfall after several hours at sea. Within this longship, there were both warriors and royalty that were eager to have words with King Hiccup. These Vikings had come from the capital of Frankia, Paris, they were part of a depleted Viking army that had lost many of their warriors to the treachery of the Franks and their superior strategies of war and their inventions of war. These Vikings have come to England to plead for the aid of the King of Vikings and the vast number of warriors and dragons he commanded.

Disembarking from this ship was a woman with dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and porcelain skin while draped in a bear fur cloak. This woman was Aud Haraldsdottir, who was the sister of Harald Haraldson, and an heir to the Fairhair dynasty. Prior to learning of the conditions of Scandinavia and how it's no longer livable, Aud and a significant amount of the Fairhair army were dispatched to join with the leader of the Elgring Clan, Sigfred, they had sought to do what Vikings had not attempted to do since the days of Ragnar Lothbrok— reinvade Paris and claim its riches and resources. Though the Vikings decided to revisit Frankia and attempt to take Paris once again, it was an endeavor that killed many brave Scandinavian warriors, not only by the hands of the Franks but also thanks to a mysterious plague and hordes of man-eating rats. With the ruthlessness of Paris' army and facing the threat of plague and rat hordes, the Vikings in Frankia were stretched thin and were in dire need of reinforcements.

And with the number of warriors and dragons that are under Hiccup's command, the Vikings could sack Paris and show the cowards that reside there that Vikings are not to be trifled with.

"Do you know where York is?"

Turning to one of the ambassadors speaking on behalf of the Elgring Clan was Sigfred's uncle, Toka Sinricsdottir. As the blond disembarked from the longboat to stretch aching, stiff limbs, Aud hummed in confirmation. "I remember coming to York as a girl. It's not far. If my brother and those under the Fairhair banner are among the Scandinavian migrants, we'll regroup with them, I need to tell him that the cowards in Paris killed our brother, Folkwin, in his sleep." Aud's jaw tensed violently, remembering finding a Frankish assassin killing her younger brother in his bed. After disarming the assassin, Aud roused the Viking encampment, and they all gave the assassin thousands of cuts and sent Folkwin's mutilated murderer back to Paris' king, Huebald the Fierce, not only was he a descendant of Rollo Lothbrok, but he knew how to inflict grievous injuries on the Vikings; goading them into foolish action and making them easier to deal with.

"You wish to unleash the full might of Scandinavia on Huebald."

Huffing, Aud turned to Toka. "Of course! Those cowards killed my brother in his sleep! I would see Paris' king dragged out of his opulence and face my wrath," she then exhaled heavily. "But we need to sway the mind of Hiccup Haddock III to join us and what remains of the Northmen in Frankia." Before Toka could reply, the warriors that had accompanied the two women formed a shield wall. Several Vikings perched on top dragons suddenly landed in front of the two women, causing their crew to tense and had their weapons ready.

"Uh-uh, I wouldn't, if I were you," a young Hairy Hooligan named Eyjolf Yngvarsson chided, his Devilish Dervish, Ghast, bore his teeth at the newly arriving Vikings with their hands on their weapons.

"We mean you no harm, but we also don't know who you are," Gustav urged to Fanghook to step forward. The young rider gestured to himself and the three riders by his side. "We're members of Queen Astrid's Dragon Riders' Auxiliary, I'm Gustav Larson. And you are?"

Stepping forward, Toka gave a nod in greetings. "I am Toka Sinricsdottir, of the Elgring Clan," she then gestured to Aud. "And this is Aud Haraldsdottir, sister to Harald Haraldson. We must speak with King Hiccup, we have urgent news."

One of the riders by Gustav's side was a fellow Hooligan, Äila Wîegs, daughter of Arnulfr and Thora, they were Berk's best farmers, and they would continue their service in agriculture to the Scandinavian Empire. Perched on top of her Razorwhip, Slash, Äila tilted her head in question. "And what is it that you wish to discuss with our king, Toka Sinricsdottir?"

"I wish to reunite with my brother, Prince Harald Haraldson, and my family within the Fairhair dynasty, then, I will sway the mind of your king to join us and help the Northmen in Frankia crush Paris and those who have grieved us greatly," Aud said firmly. "Trust me, girl, your king will want to know of what is transpiring in Paris." She stepped forward, causing Slash to growl in warning, Äila, cooed reassuring words to her Razorwhip as the princess of the Fairhair dynasty stood beside her. "Please, we need to speak with Hiccup Haddock."

Another one of the riders, Åse Bodvardottir, urged her Thunderclaw, Grunt, to move to Gustav and Fanghook. "Hiccup made you the scout of our forces, it's your decision," Gustav could see the desperation in Princess Aud's eyes, he knew Hiccup wished to see all Scandinavian people come together so that can build a new home together and then set out to conquer new lands and face new challenges. If he denied the princess, he would be spitting on his king's vision of Scandinavian unity.

"Follow us," Gustav urged Fanghook to tread through the forest leading to York. Looking over his shoulder, he then added. "Try to keep up."

Hiccup awoke from slumber and found not only was Atali still in his arms, but Astrid was cuddled into his side, and all his current Fair Queens were either sleeping in each other's arms or spooning against Atali. It was a lovely sight, seeing these beautiful women soundly asleep, unfortunately, the urgency to relieve his full bladder caused Hiccup to remove himself from the warmth of bed and his queens. After using the pisspot and then emptying it outside the window, Hiccup washed his hands and then made his way back to the bed chambers to get son clothes on. It was early morning, the morning sun was just now rising from the horizon, and although the prospect of being in bed with his wife and queens all day was very tempting, unfortunately, there were things that needed to get done.

After washing away the scent of his previous sexual activity from last night, Hiccup started to get dressed. Once presentable and ready to begin the day, he heard horns being sounded, the horn that was being sounded was designed only to alert Hiccup that something was wrong. Turning to his wife and queens, he could see them being roused from slumber thanks to the horn. Astrid looked toward the window and then at Hiccup, but he quickly reassured her. "Maybe it's nothing, I'll go and see what's happening," he then smiled at her. "You and the others join me when you can, alright?" Astrid returned her husband's smile and nodded.

Once outside his bed chambers, Hiccup yawned while rubbing the drowsiness out of his eyes, while still trying to wake up, he was unaware of someone creeping up behind him. He then felt Inferno, which was strapped to his hip gone, looking at his waist, he turned around only to find nothing. Sighing heavily, Hiccup then laughed. "It's too early to steal from me blind, Cami," looking to a shadowed corner, he then crossed his arms across his chest. "Can I have Inferno back, please?"

"Aw, I was hoping to use this blade in training for a while, and see what all the fuss is about,"

Emerging from a shadowed corner was Camicazi, heir to the Bog Burglar throne. The small, yet beautiful woman tossed her friend his weapon back. "So where's your small army of women, my king?" She teased with a brow arched and a coy little smirk playing on her face. "Aren't they here to carry your throne?" Laughing at the blush gracing Hiccup's face, he scoffed and walked with more speed, trying to put distance between himself and the Bog's heir. Camicazi, though she didn't have long legs like Hiccup, she still caught up to him as he tried evading her, "Don't think you can dodge me so easily, Dragon Master," she then nudged him while wagging her eyebrows. "Did you hump them all or did you give one special attention?"

Hiccup gave his old friend a disbelieving snort, yet he was smiling, he knew evading her was pointless, so he satisfied her curiosity. "If you must know, Atali, leader of the Wingmaidens has become the latest member of my harem, which is still in its early stages, in time, however, that'll change," as they descended the castle's stairs, the young king released a disbelieving chuckle. "I still can't believe Astrid is alright with me bedding other women. I still can't believe it."

"Well, the circumstances demand it, right?" The Bog Burglar heir continued. "As king of all Scandinavian people, you need to produce heirs to keep your bloodline in tact, sons would be preferable to daughters, but so long as you have heirs to keep your claim to the throne. If Astrid can no longer do that then you need to find someone who will,"

Camicazi's words made Hiccup frown on the inside, he didn't want to treat his wife or any of the women who stand as Fair Queens as just another hole to hump, instead, they are women free to choose whether or not they wish to be with him in an intimate manner. But the thought of pushing Astrid aside in case she could no longer produce heirs made Hiccup sick to his stomach, he would never discard Astrid, not after all that they'd been through together.

"I understand what you're saying, but I would never dispose of Astrid if she can't produce any more heirs—"

"Oh, I know, but many among us will expect and even believe you will," Camicazi said as she opened the doors to York's castle, and the two of them found themselves outside. The Vikings and people were now starting to get up and about to begin their day, many acknowledged their king, and Hiccup nodded to his people and allies in greetings. As the two friends squeezed through the crowds of Vikings flooding the streets of York, Camicazi switched the subject. "Do you have any idea as to why the horn that summons you personally was sounded?"

Hiccup shrugged. "I guess we'll find out, won't we?"

As the two friends made it outside York's walls, they were greeted by Thormod, the warlord of York nodded in greetings before gesturing to the guards. "Your men that had the early morning watch have brought in two men, they ride dragons, a Boneknapper and a Skrill," with his curiosity piqued, Hiccup acknowledged his host with a hum before approaching the guards who had these strangers in their custody. "One of these men claims to be an old acquaintance of yours," Thormod added. "He insisted to the guards that you would want to see him." Hiccup was now truly curious. As the guards turned around to see their king approaching, they bowed their heads and stepped aside to show Hiccup who they had in their custody. A gasp of shock and disbelief parted from the young king's lips as he saw he saw who stood before him.

"Viggo?!"

Hiccup could've sworn he was seeing a ghost, but that wasn't the case. Viggo Grimborn was alive and well, however, there were changes to his physical appearance and attire. He had silver hair growing in his temples and his goatee, it had been many years, after all, his age would certainly be catching up with him. Even though Viggo looked older the last time Hiccup saw him in Johann and Krogan's base, he knew underestimating him would be a fatal error. As for his attire, Hiccup noted that Viggo was wearing a sleek black breastplate, reminiscent of the Roman tradition, as well as shoulder pauldrons with spikes attached to them, there was a scabbard that held a black and silver Gladius strapped around the left side of his waist and he still possessed his version of Inferno attached to his right hip. Instead of the red scale tunic he had worn in the past, Viggo now wore a dark violet tunic, but with dawn's light shining down on him, there were glints of lavender there.

Turning to the King of Vikings, the former Dragon Hunter smiled at the young man he had been at odds with in the past. "Hello, Hiccup," he said with a smile. "I confess, I never thought I would see you again. Believe me when I say this, but I am overjoyed to see you again." Noting that Hiccup was rendered speechless made Viggo chuckle. "Yes, I suppose an explanation for my miraculous survival is needed, is there? I will satisfy your curiosity—"

"Hiccup? What's going on?"

Wincing, Hiccup turned around to see Astrid and many of his friends and allies approaching, however, when they saw Viggo, they were dumbfounded.

"No way!" Both Ruffnut and Tuffnut murmured amongst themselves.

Fishlegs and Snotlout shared a look of disbelief before glaring at the man who had tried to kill them in the past.

Astrid, whose mouth was agape soon turned to the guards in his custody and spoke firmly. "Take his weapons and contain him!" Obeying the command of the Queen of Vikings, the guards relieved Viggo of his weapons and marched him to where Thormod held prisoners.

"Hiccup, all I ask is a fair trial, please!"

Viggo's words caused many to scoff, none more than Mala, who approached Hiccup and shook her head. "How is it that he managed to survive his supposed death?" Her question caused many more to join in.

"You told us that he sacrificed himself to save you during the conclusion of our war with Johann, Krogan, and the Dragon Hunters," Fishlegs said before raising an eyebrow. "Was that not the case?"

Holding up his hands in defense, Hiccup spoke up. "I had no idea he survived, the man was riddled with arrows in the back and when I last saw him, the Skrill he now rides released a blast of lightning that would've killed anyone in its path—"

"Oh, great! The man can cheat death for a second time," Snotlout groaned. "Are you sure he's not a Draugr?"

Shaking his head, Hiccup turned to his cousin. "That's what I thought too, the moment I saw him a moment ago, sadly, he's no undead warrior," sighing heavily, he then released a disbelieving chuckle. "How does that man manage to cheat death for a second time?"

"In his case, the third time will not be a charm," Mala said firmly. "He must die, Hiccup. That man has not only caused the deaths of many of my people in the past but many of Scandinavia's people as well. My people had fought and died fighting him long before you and I met."

Hiccup then turned and approached the second man who accompanied Viggo. This man appeared to be around his age, his skin was pale, he possessed dark brown hair done in a messy Mohawk hairstyle, the sides of his head were shaven, he had several braids, one dangling in front of his face and four resting along his shoulders. He wore a green tunic, dark brown leather armor, and black leather pants, and he had a white wolf fur cloak draped around his broad shoulders as well as white fur-laced boots. There were gilded arm cuffs around his arms as well as a necklace of Thor's hammer around his neck.

"And you are?" Hiccup demanded while crossing his arms across his chest.

Dismounting his Boneknapper, he bowed his head. "I'm Robin Sigfusson, King Hiccup," raising his head, he then continued. "My father was Kotkell Sigfusson, he had sex with a Saxon woman who had come to embrace our gods, and they spawned me."

"What are you doing with Viggo Grimborn?" Astrid inquired, standing beside her husband.

Robin looked to the Queen of Vikings and spoke softly. "I found him near death years ago after I nursed him back to health, we've learned from each other and eradicated what remains of the Scandinavian Dragon Hunter and Trapper regimes," Astrid narrowed her eyes at the man and his Boneknapper, contemplating whether or not he was speaking the truth. "I have no reason to lie, Queen Astrid, what I say is true."

"We'll see about that," Astrid then crossed her arms across her chest before turning to several men that served as Hiccup's Kingsguard. "Keep him and his dragon under watch while we prepare for Viggo's trial." The men bowed their heads and escorted Robin and Merlin within the city.

Heather, who was still wrapping her head around the revelation of Viggo's survival could see Hiccup contemplating what to do before his face told her that he had made his decision, she then grabbed his arm firmly. "You can't be considering pardoning Viggo, are you?"

"It did cross my mind—"

Bearing her teeth, Mala voiced her concerns. "A serpent can shed its skin, but it's still a serpent," she then raised an eyebrow. "Have you forgotten what that man has done to us all?"

"Of course not, but this isn't the same Viggo as we encountered all those years ago—"

"No offense, Hiccup, but that doesn't sound assuring," Fishlegs shook his head. "I know you told us that he saved you and Toothless the last time you saw him, but that was a long time ago. What if this is a ruse?"

"If this is a ruse, I'll make sure Viggo stays dead myself," the young reassured his friends and allies before releasing himself from Heather's grasp, he then approached Thormod. "Summon the people, we will hold a trial in the center of York." The warlord bowed his head and made his way back into the city to spread the word. With a sigh Hiccup knew today would be a real test of his decision-making skills as king, he knew that he could never please all his followers, but in the end, he was king, and his word was law.

Today would be the day Hiccup would decide Viggo's ultimate fate. The man had cheated death twice, he would not escape death a third time. However, Hiccup had already decided the fate of his old foe-turned-acquaintance, and his choice would undoubtedly create a chasm between many of his people.

"Odin, help me."

(Winchester— Kingdom of Wessex)

Confession is good for the soul.

Heahmund, Son of the Roman Catholic Church had been taught many things by his adoptive father, Pope Stephanus Quintilius, but if there was one thing Heahmund had learned throughout his life it was that the longer you go without confessing your sins, your heart would harden, and you would then become too prideful to God or those you slighted and confess your misgivings.

Within the palace of King Nobert, the prince of the Roman Catholic Church was in the chapel, confessing his sins before God. The man was in robes, laying face down on the floor with his arms outstretched and his legs pressed together, forming a cross.

"Onto thee do I lift my soul, oh Lord, hear my prayer. I have sinned against you, in thought and deed. As the heathens assemble, the kings of England prepare their armies and vanquish the worshipers of devils and false gods, I confess that I find these kings insufferable, and I believe their greed and arrogance will bring the end of Saxon nobility in England. There are times, Lord when I murder my brothers in faith, and I ask for your forgiveness. Cleanse me of my sin, Father."

A set of footsteps filled Heahmund's ears, and as those footsteps stopped outside the chapel doors, a man cleared his throat. "Prince Heahmund, our spies bring you news,"

Inhaling sharply, Heahmund rose and turned to lay eyes on his second in command, Maximus Auxilius, the prince gave his man a nod, and two of the Zealot's best spies stood before their leader and prince. "Prince Heahmund," both spies bowed their heads before one of them spoke first. "It's no secret that every Viking settlement and war band that resides in England has gone to York to join the devil king and his heathen army, however, there's only one Viking settlement that has not yet joined the enemy yet, Ravensthorpe, which is located in Mercia."

"We cannot allow the devil king's already vast army to gain more warriors and resources," the second spy stated before clearing their throat. "What would you have of us, prince?"

As Heahmund pushed past his men to have words with Nobert and the two remaining Saxon kings that had joined with Wessex, he looked over his shoulder. "Assemble the swiftest riders, the best archers, and most devout of our warriors to overcome Ravensthorpe and the heathens who dwell there," he then looked to the cross within the chapel before looking back to his men. "Take heart, my brothers. Christ will be with you, He will give you the strength to overcome the forces of evil." Maximus and the two spies bowed their heads before taking their leave.

With the last of the Saxon kingdoms and their armies assembled outside the gates of Wessex, Heahmund knew that the time to deal with the Vikings was close. The prince of the church had fought in many godless lands while also spreading Christianity to those that are spiritually lost, though some peoples like the Turks, Mongols, Arabs, and Chinese have resisted conversion into Christianity and fought the Zealot Order and armies of the Pope with ferocity, many of souls in Europe were being baptized in the faith. Not only that, but Heahmund had only recently discovered that there Viking clans with Hiccup Haddock's ranks that had embraced Christ as their savior, renouncing their pagan gods and ways.

Perhaps he could make use of these Vikings, use them as a means of discovering whether or not their king could be converted, and perhaps sway his people to embrace Christ. It was a possibility that Heahmund was open to, though he would be cautious as well, he knows how fiercely devoted the Vikings are to their pagan gods, and if Hiccup Haddock would not renounce that way of life, he would need to be eliminated, along with anyone else who refused the free gift of salvation.

Making his way outside the palace after dressing himself in his Zealot armor, Heahmund could see Norbert and the other two Saxon kings having words while their armies were assembling outside of the walls of Wessex. Clearing his throat at the three kings, Heahmund looked each man in the eyes before raising an eyebrow. "We have had three months to assemble a force large enough to challenge the Vikings, yet with day we delay, the Viking settlements and war bands here have abandoned what they built here and have sworn fealty and service to Hiccup Haddock," he then narrowed his eyes. "Are we expecting anyone else to come to our aid? The Welsh perhaps?"

"No, Prince Heahmund, sadly, the Welsh want nothing to do with Saxons even though we stand together in the same faith. Though our Welsh neighbors have resisted Viking sieges over the years, ultimately, they were overcome by a Viking chieftain named Hafgrim the Ghastly, he and his warriors overcame King Ofydd some time ago and have picked the bones of the Welsh kingdom clean. We are all that stands from Viking domination here in England," Norbert turned to his fellow kings and then back to Heahmund. "What would you have us do, prince?"

Looking to the men who would give their lives to wipe away the Viking scourge from England, Heahmund crossed his arms behind his back. "The last remaining Viking settlement in England is Ravensthorpe, we will deny them from joining Hiccup Haddock's vast army. I have already dispatched men to deal with them, when my men return and have dealt with the heathens dwelling in Mercia, we will challenge the devil king and his army," he then added. "For the sake of all the Christian souls here in England, I suggest you set aside your differences and focus on ensuring these lands do not fall into the hands of our enemies." The Saxon kings nodded in understanding, they would do as the prince wanted.

"Surely you have chosen the place where we challenge the heathens, do you, Prince Heahmund?" King Eardwulf of Mercia inquired.

Chuckling to himself, the prince nodded. "I have. Fearnham, there is a hill there, our armies will have the high ground, forcing the Vikings to come to us. My Zealot Order will lure Hiccup and his Vikings to the battlefield, meanwhile, you three will lead your respective armies and lay in waiting until the enemy is focused solely on us. Once we surround them, we will unleash the wrath of God upon the heathens."

"How do you plan on dealing with the dragons these heathens possess?" King Osferth of Northumbria challenged. "From what your brother trio told us during their time in captivity, they said Hiccup Haddock possesses a vast number of dragons, some bigger than horses and some the size of mountains. How do you plan on dealing with them?"

"I have an abundance of war machines within my army, thanks to Roman architects, these weapons will help us even our odds," Heahmund dismissed King Osferth's concerns with a wave of his hand. "Any more questions before we set out to Fearnham and prepare for battle?" When none of the kings spoke, Heahmund nodded. "Good," looking beyond Wessex, the prince spoke firmly. "Let God's work begin." The kings nodded and mounted horses while going to command their respective armies.

As Heahmund mounted his own horse, the prince found reached for the gilded cross around his neck, after pressing a kiss against the fine gold, he then murmured to himself. "May your will be done, oh Lord," he then rallied his men to follow him and do what needed to be done to rid England of the Viking plague.

(York— Kingdom of Northumbria)

As the Scandinavian people had gathered to bear witness to the trial of Viggo Grimborn, the former Dragon Hunter stood on a gibbet with a noose at the ready, two guards stood at the criminal's side, ready to enact the fate of the man who faced the wrath of the Northmen. Jeers and outraged clamors filled the air, many howling for Viggo to be strung up like any other criminal, however, even though the people desired to see the death of the former Dragon Hunter, his fate ultimately was in the hands of the King of Vikings. The howling mobs began to grow quiet when Hiccup seated himself on a well-carved throne, his inner circle, those who stood as his Fair Queens, and his loving wife as well as High Queen, Astrid, were by his side.

"Viggo Grimborn, you stand accused of a multitude of crimes committed against the people of Scandinavia as well as dragon kind. Do you deny this?"

"I do not. The man I am now was not the same man who wished to hurt innocent people and dragons to achieve my own ends—"

"Tell that to those among us you killed when you choked off trade from Old Berk, murderer!" A Hairy Hooligan barked out, Olaf Beigrøs, a baker of bread, and father of two young children, or rather was, one of his children, Raudebjorn, had become a Dragon Rider shortly after the war with Dragon Hunters had ended, he had bonded with a Deadly Nadder he had come to name Arrow, and he brought his family honor and pride. Unfortunately, when Viggo and his men used the Submaripper to choke the trade lanes, Olaf and his wife, Grünhild, lost their young daughter, Arnora, due to starvation. "You killed my daughter when you choked off the trade lanes! As a baker of bread, I was ordered by our late leader, Stoick the Vast, to provide Berk with loaves of bread, and whatever scraps of food were left, I made sure my family was fed. But my beautiful, sweet daughter, Arnora, died because of starvation," he spoke loudly with tears streaming down his face. Olaf's face scrunched up in anger before pointing a finger at Viggo. "It's your fault my daughter is dead, however, many of my fellow Hooligans lost loved ones thanks to your cruel methods of using a dragon to keep our traders from providing us with food!" The Hairy Hooligans exclaimed in agreement.

Shame swelled in Viggo's heart, he had recalled when the Submaripper was freed by Hiccup when his crew wished to flee, he remembered being blinded by rage, eager to finally be rid of the young man who had been an agonizing thorn in the side of his former profession as a poacher of dragons. "I am sincerely sorry for your loss, truly. But at the time, such casualties you Berkians suffered was necessary—"

"Necessary?! I do not want your apology!" Olaf growled out. "I want to see the man who caused the death of my daughter to dangle and become food for crows!" Turning to his fellow Hairy Hooligans, Olaf barked out. "Do you?" Roars of agreement filled the air, many agreeing with Olaf and his desire to see the death of his daughter avenged, as well as those they lost too, mainly people from the Hairy Hooligans, Berserkers, and the Defenders of the Wing.

"My friends, revenge will not bring back your loved ones!" A Christian Viking spoke up, a jarl, named Sigfast Isleifsson. He extended his hands before continuing. "There is power in forgiving those who have inflicted grievous wounds upon you—"

"Do not try and convert me to your ways, Christian," Olaf spat out in disgust. "Unlike you, I am Viking! And I demand to see this man hang!" Many of the Pagan Vikings jeered and scowled at Jarl Sigfast and the fellow Christian clans among them, mocking them, claiming that they were no longer true Vikings and that they have no say in this matter, believing their renunciation of the old ways makes them weak.

Sigfast spoke firmly, but with a tenderness in his voice. "Our savior, Jesus Christ, forgave us of our sins, by dying on the cross. He commands us to be kind to one another, tenderhearted, and forgive one another, just as He has forgiven us—"

"Pretty words, Christian, but I cannot and will not forgive this man, he is the reason my innocent daughter is dead," Grünhild said with gritted teeth and tear-stained eyes. The wife of Berk's baker then looked to Hiccup and continued with pleading eyes. "King Hiccup, I remembered how valiantly you and the Riders of Berk acted to see trade ships come to Old Berk and see our people replenish, you all distributed food to us, especially the children and elderly, those who were weaker among us. Your actions saved our people from dying of starvation. I implore you, for my family's sake, and the families of your fellow Hairy Hooligans who all lost loved ones to avenge us, and make see Viggo Grimborn hanged." An uproar of opinions filled the air, the Pagan clans agreed with Grünhild's words and wished to see Viggo hanged, however, the Christian clans attempted to sway the minds of their countrymen, though their pleas and words fell on deaf ears.

Hiccup sighed heavily, he knew that many of his fellow Hooligans had perished due to starvation when Viggo had choked off Berk's shipping lanes. Though he was inclined to oblige the wishes of his people, he also couldn't ignore the fact that Viggo had saved his and Toothless' life all those years ago. Though he found it very hard to disagree with his people, Hiccup wanted answers too, he wanted to know how Viggo cheated death a second time and what he and his companion, Robin, have been doing all this time.

"What're you thinking, babe?"

Turning to Astrid, the young king reached out to caress her cheek before replying. "Hoping that what I'm about to do next doesn't come back to haunt me," rising from his chair, Hiccup held his hands out, but as the Viking's arguments on how to proceed with Viggo's sentence intensified, the young king turned to Toothless and nodded, the Night Fury released a thunderous roar that threatened to make many go deaf. Finally, when all was silent, Hiccup spoke. "You all made me king, and as King of Vikings, you, the people, expect me to rule justly and fairly, and I will do that, I swear to you, on my sacred arm ring," pursing his lips, Hiccup sacred the arm ring around his left wrist and then shook his head. "What Viggo did to the Hairy Hooligans, the Berserkers, the Defenders of the Wing, and all the countless dragons and other peoples of Scandinavia he's killed over the years is despicable, unforgivable in fact, I know this. You all know this too." A chorus of agreement filled the young king's ear, he then looked at Viggo. "You all know this man as nothing more than a manipulative, silver-tongued murderer who will use others to see his own ends accomplished, my fellow riders should know, we fought him and suffered because of his keen mind. And although Viggo Grimborn deserves to die, he will not die today."

"You set him free?!"

"Have you lost your mind, lad?"

"Why? Why spare a murderous dog like him?"

The sudden uproar of disbelief and outrage threatened to turn into a frenzied mob, Hiccup then reassured his people and those who were looking at him as if he had grown a second head. "Viggo Grimborn saved my life and the life of Toothless! Towards the conclusion of our war with the Dragon Hunters, there was a time when this man could've left me at the mercy of Traitor Johann and Krogan, but he instead sacrificed himself to see me and Toothless live to fight another day!" Hiccup's words caused his subjects to hold their tongues and hear their king out. "Had I died all those years ago, you would all be without proper leadership, eventually, the Scandinavian people would succumb to infighting and chaos, weakening us, and allowing those that would see us wiped off of the face of Midgard the chance to see our respective peoples nothing more than a distant memory," Hiccup's words made it very hard for the Vikings to disagree with, he was then quick to reassure those who believed him to be weak. "My mercy, however, comes with a catch. If Viggo Grimborn does anything, anything at all that would see our people threatened or put in danger, I'll kill him myself." He then looked to Viggo and shrugged. "Or better yet, I'll throw you to those who lost loved ones because of you. When your brother, Ryker, usurped you of your leadership and took control of your men and the Shellfire, you once experienced the wrath of my father, Stoick, but if you play me for a fool or do anything to endanger my people, you'll once again experience Viking fury until you're torn to pieces."

"I would expect nothing less," Viggo said with a smile. "Thank you, for your generosity... King Hiccup."

Turning to the guards on the gibbet, Hiccup nodded. "Give him and Robin quarters to reside in, and keep an eye on them," as the former Dragon Hunter was being taken away, a horn was sounded, drawing all eyes to York's gates.

"Make way!"

Hiccup's guards could be seen entering the city, along with members of The Dragon Riders' Auxiliary, they were escorting a handful of Vikings that were unfamiliar to many, but recognizable to some. As the crowds made way, Harald Haraldson laid eyes on his sister and breathed a sigh of relief, she had not sent word to him for many months, and he began to believe that she had perished. While the two siblings shared a sentimental moment, Hiccup rose from his throne and looked to Gustav for an explanation.

"This is Prince Harald's sister, Princess Aud of the Fairhair dynasty. And this is Toka Sinricsdottir of Clan Elgring. Hiccup, they bring news that's of great concern."

Looking to the newly arrived Vikings, Hiccup gave a nod in greetings. "What's the meaning of your visit, Toka Sinricsdottir?"

"I come not only for myself, King Hiccup, but for Princess Aud as well," looking at her friend, Toka silently told her to speak first.

Stepping forward, Aud spoke so that all could hear. "King Hiccup, I come before you seeking your aid, and those who follow you, the Northmen in Frankia need you. We sought to take Paris, but its king has conducted a ruthless war against our people there, killing Viking people in dishonor, my own brother, Folkwin, was murdered by a Frankish assassin in his sleep," gasps of horror and shock filled the air, to be killed in one's sleep and far from the battlefield was a fate Vikings feared. "I come before you seeking your aid in avenging the murder of my brother and all other Northmen that the Franks have killed in a dishonorable manner, King Hiccup." All looked to the young king, though he didn't sentence Viggo to the fate he deserved, surely he wouldn't deny the call of avenging fellow Northmen who were slain dishonorably.

Turning to his guards by Toka and Aud's side, Hiccup gave them a nod. "See to it that they are well provided for, when they're rested, we'll devise a plan on how to proceed," the guards bowed their heads and led the two women to York's castle. He then looked at his people. "We must conclude our affairs in England, I had received word from Chieftess Randvi of Ravensthorpe, she and I will discuss terms of an alliance tomorrow. For now, we continue to remain sharp, the Saxons and their Zealot allies have assembled a large army to face us, and we must be prepared for them." As Hiccup dismissed the crowds, he could see Olaf and Grühild with resentful looks on their faces before they too cleared the area.

They would need to be watched.

"Well, that went well, all things considered," Tuffnut said out loud.

"I know, I was expecting a more frenzied mob demanding Viggo's head," Ruffnut blew a raspberry. "What a shame, now we have to tolerate the presence of a man who tried killing us and our dragons many times."

Fiona, who had been silent for the majority of the morning and trial witnessed the anger and lust for blood toward the man Hiccup had spared. She had inquired as to who Viggo was, Fishlegs satisfied her curiosity and told her everything they went through while facing the former leader of the Grimborn Dragon Hunters. Deciding to voice her thoughts, Fiona, like all of Hiccup's current Fair Queens was seated by him, rose from her seat, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I may not know Viggo Grimborn as well as you did, but Fishlegs told me all that I need to know about him. Hiccup, I admire the fact that you wish to be a fair, just ruler, but sometimes men like Viggo Grimborn don't deserve a chance of redeeming themselves," she shrugged before continuing. "You're a good man, Hiccup, but even good men make mistakes. But whatever happens, just know that I'll be there for you..." turning to the other women who rose from their seats, Fiona smiled before adding. "...we'll all be there for you. You don't have to suffer the burden of leadership and all its hardships alone."

"I know, and I thank you for that, Fiona. And I know that by sparing Viggo's life, I've taken a personal risk to prove to you all and my people that he's no longer the man that sought to kill us all," with a sigh, Hiccup was about to continue when a raven suddenly landed on the young king's armored shoulder, it cawed loudly as it tilted its head at him. Noting the message attached to its leg, Hiccup removed the message and broke the seal that bore the emblem of the Raven Clan. He had been waiting to hear a response from them, imploring them to join him and his Scandinavian Empire, now it was time to see what their response would be.

Greetings, King Hiccup,

Ever since the death of my husband, Jarl Sigurd, we have faced countless opposition from the Mercian ealdorman and nobles who wish to see us all dead. Despite the efforts of our clan, we are faced with few options, the Saxons have killed a great many of our warriors in battle, and each day our resources dwindle. With that said, I am open to discussing terms for an alliance between our beleaguered clan and your people. Come to us at dawn tomorrow at Ravensthorpe, and we will discuss this matter further in person.

Thor be with you,

Jarl Randvi of the Raven Clan

Nodding to himself, Hiccup presented the message to his women and inner circle. "I meet with Jarl Randvi tomorrow at dawn. I'll need volunteers to accompany me there," eyeing his friends and allies, he then raised a questioning eyebrow. "Who will accompany me?"

Valka stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her son's hips while standing by his side. "I will join you, son," she then smiled. "Though I haven't ventured far from these walls, it will be nice to see what else England has to offer."

"You can count on me, Chief," Eret smirked.

"Us too!" Both Ruffnut and Tuffnut exclaimed while nudging each other and puffing their chests out.

Out of nowhere, Camicazi nudged Hiccup and smirked up at him. "It's been ages since you and I have been thick as thieves, I will join you as well," Hiccup grinned at his old friend and playfully ruffled her wavy blond hair.

"And me, King Hiccup."

Turning around, Hiccup laid eyes on Svanhild Thorarindottir, leader of the Jomsvikings, an order of Viking mercenaries or conquerors who would fight for any lord who could pay their substantial fees, even if they may be Christian. Svanhild had sleek black done in a Celtic hairstyle, piercing blue eyes, and her pale skin was littered with scars and burns, evidence of her life as a warrior. She bore a Hjarta tattoo on her face and like all the mercenaries under her command, she wore Huldufolk Armor. Her weapons of choice were a sword and tomahawk, a shield was strapped to her back bearing the emblem of three wolf heads with their maws opened and their teeth bearing, signifying their ferocity as a pack, the same could be said of the Jomsvikings under Svanhild's command.

"Svanhild, I didn't think you of all people would be accompanying me. There's little to no reward for helping me see the Raven Clan join our numbers."

Nodding in understanding, Svanhild remarked. "I have been here in England for five winters, as have my men. We know where every Saxon kingdom is located, the fastest routes to get there, and we know where the best spots to conduct battle are as well. You will need me," she then added. "I will bring a clutch of my best men to join us tomorrow, they will have to be on the backs of those you take with you."

"Then it's settled. Svanhild, you and those you decide to bring with us will join us as we set out to Ravensthorpe," Hiccup nodded before turning to those that would accompany him. "Pack what you need for tomorrow and get to sleep early, we leave at dawn. No drunkenness tonight." He eyed the twins, causing them both to hold their hands up and nod in understanding.

With that said, Hiccup said farewell to those by his side before fulfilling his duties as king for the day.

Dusk has settled, and as Hiccup entered his bed chambers after a long day of hearing the gritty, vivid news of what the Northmen in Frankia were facing from the integrity and honor of Princess Aud and Toka Sinricsdottir, making final preparations with his jarls and vassal kings and queens concerning the Saxon armies and Zealot Order that sought to challenge them, as well as making sure all Scandinavians and dragons in York were ready to leave this city. After a meal in the Great Hall, a final evening flight with Toothless, and a warm bath, Hiccup was eager for rest, but he knew his night wouldn't end until he had humped one or multiple of his women. Right on cue, the doors to his bed chambers opened, and he could hear Astrid and Heather talking amongst themselves before they spotted their man removing his fur cloak and placing it on the chair in front of the desk.

"The crown weighs heavy. Thankfully, you don't have to carry that burden alone, babe," Astrid closed the distance between herself and her husband before wrapping her arms around Hiccup's middle, she frowned when he felt him tense. "Are you alright?"

Sighing heavily, Hiccup shrugged. "Not only are we threatened by the Christians in England and Frankia, but I've taken a great personal risk sparring ifViggo's life, giving him the chance to prove to you all and our people that he's no longer the enemy we once faced," pursing his lips, Hiccup then looked over his shoulder. "Although he saved me and Toothless in the past, there's still a part of me that tells me that I can't trust him completely myself. I still remember how he forced me to play his sick games to save Heather's life and how he held your axe to your throat, Milady."

"You took a risk, true, however, if Viggo truly has changed, then his keen mind will prove useful," Heather said as she began unfastening her armor. "Besides, we have no idea if he and his boy, Robin, are the only rogue riders out here in England. You'll need to interrogate him for more information." Hiccup hummed in agreement, he knew exactly how he would do it, too, but he would do so upon returning from Ravensthorpe.

As Hiccup kicked off his right boot, he was about to unfasten his armor, but Astrid halted his hands and did for him instead. "Once the Raven Clan is sided with us and should the gods give us the strength to defeat the Saxons and the Zealots, we can't simply leave England undefended," he could see the curious looks Astrid and Heather were giving him. "I believe for each land that we conquer, I'll establish a jarl of my choosing and grant them a significant amount of men, dragons, and supplies to hold England and keep the Saxons in line."

"And who do you have in mind?" Heather inquired as she was now out of her armor and boots.

Hiccup chuckled before shaking his head. "That's yet to be decided," as Astrid set his leather armor down on the chair, she removed his tunic, his only clothing was his leather pants. "But if the Scandinavian Empire is to be an empire truly, we must stake our claim to the lands we conquer. The only reason we Vikings have been raiding and fighting here in England is that Ragnar Lothbrok wanted our people to inherit rich lands for farming so that our people could settle and work. My spies have told me that the last of the Saxon kingdoms have sided with Heahmund and his Zealots, if we defeat them, the Saxon kingdoms will be ours for the taking, and the English people will submit to us."

"Well, whoever you choose, this is the start of our people inheriting Midgard for generations to come," Astrid kissed the back of Hiccup's neck before she too began to strip out of her clothes. "And know that as our kingdom grows, so will your reputation, fame, and your children." Placing a hand on her swollen belly, Astrid smiled before looking into her husband's eyes. "There've been many heroes our people have revered over the years, but you will eclipse them all, babe. Of that, I have no doubt." She then grabbed the front of his pants and kissed him deeply. The taste of Astrid's lips always had Hiccup's head reeling, he returned her kiss with fervor, looking toward Heather who bit her lower lip at the passionate display, Hiccup beckoned her forward with his eyes. Once Heather was close, the king broke away from his wife and kissed the ebony-hair beauty, and got to work on removing her undergarments.

Heather let out a gasp of surprise when Astrid embraced her from behind and then let out a moan of pleasure as the blond then latched her lips onto her neck while also unfastening her breast bindings, leaving her naked. Astrid, though she never thought she see herself with a woman, found that playing with the women that Hiccup had made Fair Queens was a way of strengthening the bonds she had with those she's called "friends" or "allies," not to mention, those that would be in her husband's bed would give her the chance to see if they were trustworthy or not. Heather's eyes fell closed as she sighed at the blissful feeling of Astrid kissing her neck and now groping her breasts from behind. Hearing movement in front of her, the ebony-haired beauty opened her eyes to see the king had removed the last of his clothing, leaving him naked, she then look into Hiccup's eyes, she could see him looking at her like she was a goddess, and it made her blush.

Eventually, Astrid was sandwiched between Hiccup and Heather, the ebony-haired beauty purred in the blond's ear. "Let's get you out of those clothes, shall we?" Releasing a shriek of laughter as Heather roughly yanked down what remained of her clothing, Astrid's fits of laughter were then replaced by sharp moans when Hiccup crouched down and latched his lips onto her left nipple while his left hand palmed her vulva, which was growing wetter with each passing moment.

"H-Hiccup!"

Heather turned Astrid's face so that the two women gazed into each other's dilated pupils. The Berserker jarl captured Astrid's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing the moans of pleasure that fled from the queen's mouth. Heather proceeded to lower the nuisance that was Astrid's clothing, the blond beauty kicked her clothes out of the way and shucked off her boots, leaving her naked. Hiccup kneeled, then proceeded to throw his wife's left leg over his shoulder, and then proceeded to eat her out, causing Astrid to throw her head back and cry out in ecstasy.

"AH! G-Gods!" Astrid placed a hand in Hiccup's hair, yanking on it gently as he continued to eat her out intensely. Each flick of her tongue of Hiccup's tongue threatened to make the Queen of Vikings cross-eyed and reduce her legs to jelly. "O-Oh, yes! S-So good, babe!"

Pulling away from her lower lips, Hiccup licked his lips while also caressing her baby bump with love and tenderness, which only heightened Astrid's glee, and spoke in a low, husky manner. "Yeah? Does that feel good, Milady?" She nodded furiously in response, causing Hiccup to grin. "Good." He then added two fingers into the mix, burying his digits into her slick heat while also lapping her folds. Heather bit her lower lip in arousal at the sight of Hiccup working Astrid as if she were an instrument, one that he knew how to play flawlessly. She then decided to aid her king in bringing Astrid to her first climax of the day. Removing her right hand from the blond's breast, Heather then traced her finger along the top of Astrid's upper lips, grazing the thin line of blond hair and sensitive skin that was hot to the touch, causing the blond to mewl weakly.

"Go on, Astrid, our man wishes to see you reach Valhalla," Heather purred against her ear. "As do I." With that said, she plunged two digits into Astrid's upper lips while her left hand rubbed her clit.

"ODIN'S BREATH!"

Astrid cried out in bliss as she reached her first climax and was reduced to a whimpering, giggling mess thanks to Hiccup and Heather's ministrations. Looking down at her husband, Astrid watched with dilated eyes as Hiccup licked her excess nectar off of his lips as though he had just taken a drink at the dinner table as opposed to reducing her to a shaky, babbling mess. Panting weakly, Astrid ran a hand through her hair while savoring the climax she had just experienced, she then made her way to the bed, throwing a coy look at both Hiccup and Heather over her shoulder. Sharing a grin, both Hiccup and Heather followed the blond, entranced by her beauty and dominance as the alpha female. When they were close enough, Astrid grabbed both her husband and lover by their wrists and pulled them down onto the bed. A chorus of laughter filled the air as a result, that is until Astrid laid on top of Heather, the two women's naked flesh melding together as came together for a heated kiss, Hiccup watched, his mouth parted, and eyes glazed with desire at the sight of these two groping, grinding, and kissing each other.

"Gods, watching you two entwined is like art being created," Hiccup exhaled in awe. "So beautiful." Both women pulled apart to look at Hiccup with beaming smiles.

"You're beautiful too, babe," Astrid purred as she eyed her husband with love and desire. "All those years of being in the forge, dragon riding, and battles have been good to your body. Wouldn't you agree, Heather?"

Taking in her lover's lean, toned body, Heather bit her lower lip at just how well his muscles stood out without him even trying to flex. She adored the tattoos and freckles throughout his body, though most of those freckles now blended into his skin thanks to him working outside in the sun over the years. Her eyes then fell onto his well-endowed cock, throbbing and fully erect, the tip even glistened with pre-cum, telling Heather that his earlier ministrations and the sight of her and Astrid entwined aroused him a great deal.

"Oh, he's quite beautiful, Astrid," Heather, who was flat on her back then leaned back until her head was resting against the edge of the bed. She then took hold of Hiccup's cock and exhaled on his painfully erect organ, causing him to moan in anticipation. "He's beautiful, in all the right places." Looking up at a smirking Astrid, the ebony-haired beauty urged the blond to lay on top of her again, but this time, Hiccup's cock stood between their faces.

"Now then, I think it's time to show our king what two strong, capable Viking women can do together, as one," Heather smirked at Hiccup as his breathing picked up. She then looked up at Astrid. "Shall we?"

"Yes, we shall."

Hiccup threw his head back and released a ragged moan as both Heather and Astrid began to tongue the tip of his cock. The feeling of them both working his cock made Hiccup fear he'd reach a premature climax, he steadied his breathing to help him hold out, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could. As both women continued to lash their tongues against the tip of his cock with rapid strokes of their tongues, Astrid suddenly took him into her mouth and Heather began to mouth his swaying balls.

"A-Astrid! He-Heather! Oh, gods!"

Giggling to themselves while continuing to service their king, both women upped the pleasure by going faster. Whilst Astrid rapidly bobbed her head up and down her husband's cock, Heather mouthed and sucked at his balls, she not only enjoyed pleasuring him like this, but she also found herself being intoxicated by his masculine musk. Hiccup gently thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into Astrid's mouth, the blond moaned in delight and savored the familiar taste and feel of her husband in her mouth. Eventually, Astrid pulled away from Hiccup's member and Heather pulled away from his balls.

"Think you can manage to train Hiccup's dragon, Heather?"

Looking up at Astrid, she had a challenging smirk on her face, Heather returned her smirk. "Challenge accepted," she then reached for Hiccup's spit-slicked cock and purred out. "My turn to take you into my mouth." She took her position by laying her head back down against the edge of the bed, she reached to grab Hiccup's backside and pulled him closer. Both Hiccup and Astrid watched in arousal and awe as Heather took him into her mouth and began working the speechless king into a babbling, whimpering mess.

All the while, Astrid pawed at Heather's perky breasts and leaned down to kiss along her bulging jugular, courtesy of Hiccup's cock. "How does it feel? Servicing your king in such a way?" The Queen of Vikings growled in arousal while twisting Heather's nipples.

Momentarily removing Hiccup's cock from her mouth, Heather replied. "Humbling," she then looked up at her lover and beamed. "What kind of Fair Queen would I be if I didn't please my king?"

"I would set aside my desires to make sure you're happy with me," Hiccup said truthfully. Reaching for his slick cock, he guided it back to Heather's mouth. "Do you wish to finish off your king before I plant my seed in your womb?"

"Yes!"

Heather took Hiccup back into her mouth and worked him harder, causing the King of Vikings to howl in delight as Heather's lips slid along his cock, her tongue lashing out against his tip as well as his frenulum, and her hands massaging his balls tenderly. Crying out that he was reaching his end, Heather moaned happily when Hiccup finally spurted rope after rope of his seed into her mouth. To Hiccup's surprise, Heather could swallow every last drop, without having to pull away from him, the sight made Hiccup growl in arousal and he threw his head back once more as he released the finality of his climax.

Astrid then crawled up Heather's body and straddled her abdomen and then began to kiss along Hiccup's neck and face, causing him to sigh happily. She then murmured against his ear. "Did you like that, babe? Having Heather suck your cock with such intensity?"

"I assume that was a rhetorical question."

Smirking, Astrid leaned in and pressed her lips against Hiccup's before she got off of Heather, allowing her to sit up and catch her breath. Hiccup then made his way onto the bed and laid flat on his back. Both women saw the coy look he was giving them. "Milady, I hope you don't mind, but since you're already carrying my second child, I think it's only fair that Heather should have me inside her, don't you?"

"I have no objections, babe," Astrid smiled before crawling up Hiccup's body while running her hands along his sides and kissing his torso, chest, and lapping his nipples while also playfully tugging them with her teeth, causing him to chuckle and groan in delight.

Following Astrid's example, Heather crawled up Hiccup's body and then cupped his face with one hand and kissed him, pouring her love and desire for him. Wrapping his arm against the ebony-haired beauty, Hiccup inhaled sharply when Astrid began stroking him back to hardness, but he soon smiled against Heather's lips as she too reached down to help Astrid in bringing his cock back to its full mast.

"Now that our man is ready to continue, Heather, ride him like the wind," Astrid purred while looking at Hiccup with a grin. "I'm going to ride that talented tongue of his."

Heather didn't need to be told twice, she then mounted her husband and reached down with her left hand to guide Hiccup's length at her sopping folds. Slowing easing her way down Hiccup's cock, Heather sighed as her folds clenched around the thick shaft buried deep inside her. She splayed her hands across Hiccup's chest and smiled as he gave her a wink before laying his head down and allowing Astrid to sit on his face so that he could devour her.

As Heather began riding Hiccup, she was drawn to the sight of Hiccup's tongue lashing out against Astrid's folds as well as seeing the blond writhe and moan in delight. Seeing Astrid covered in a light sheen of sweat as well as seeing her swollen belly, and her skin glow in the light of their room made Heather breathless. Reaching out to paw at Astrid's swaying breasts, Heather smiled as the blond gasped loudly at the feeling of her breasts being groped. Astrid then cupped Heather's chin and kissed her deeply, both women swallowed each other's moans and cupped each other's faces while riding both Hiccup's cock and tongue.

A blazing fire of pleasure and arousal burned in Hiccup's blood as he heard his women kissing, their moans, and the sound of their sweaty skin squelching against his own. While continuing to eat Astrid out, Hiccup's right hand found her clit and began rubbing her furiously. At the same time, he also used his left hand to stimulate Heather in the same manner, the result caused both women to break their heated kiss and throw their heads back and cry out in elation. Hearing both Astrid and Heather's moans entwined together was what caused Hiccup to reach his end, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Heather, planting his seed in her womb. Astrid too reached her end with a choked sob, her juices soaked Hiccup's mouth and he greedily drank her nectar as he would never have the chance to do so again.

Dismounting the king, the three of them took a momentary respite before Heather placed a hand on her womb. "If I do end up carrying your child, Hiccup, would you care if it's a boy or a girl?"

Heather's question made Hiccup recall what Camicazi had told him earlier that morning, he then reached out to caress the Berserker jarl's cheek. "Whether our child is a boy or girl, it's our child, Heather," he leaned in to peck her lips and murmured tenderly. "I'll love and protect them no matter what." He then turned to Astrid and placed a hand on her swollen belly. "The same could be said about the child you carry inside you as well, Milady." Both women wrapped their arms around Hiccup and peppered his face with kisses and murmurs of love and affection.

Eventually, things got heated between the three of them, and Hiccup was pushed against the headboard of their bed, smirking at his breathless face, Astrid purred. "Just lean back, babe, and enjoy the show," she then turned back to Heather with a coy grin. "Let's give our king a good show, hmm?" Nodding in agreement, the two women sat up on their knees, coming together for a deep, passionate kiss. Hiccup watched and stroked himself as he watched Heather kissing down Astrid's throat and pawing at her breasts before descending to her swollen belly and gently caressing the bump there. Astrid moaned and cradled Heather's head as she kissed and cooed affectionate words against her skin.

Eventually, their positions were reversed and Heather found herself behind Astrid, her back flush against the blond's chest. Smiling, Heather's eyes fell closed and an elated moan parted from her lips when Astrid's hands began to gently massage her breasts. Heather purred while pushing back against the blond beauty, she then bit her lower lip when she felt Astrid's arousal smearing her backside. Her moans grew as one of Astrid's hands slid down her toned belly and began rubbing against her clit. While the Queen of Vikings pressed a lingering kiss to Heather's cheek and rubbed her clit faster, she then delved two fingers inside Heather's sopping folds.

"A-Ahh!" Heather mewled loudly before looking over to Hiccup and seeing him stroking himself firmly, his eyes glazed with arousal, and his mouth parted. Smiling at her aroused husband, Astrid winked as she then continued to drive Heather to insanity in the best way.

In the past, Heather had often fantasised about Astrid touching her this way, she would fantasize about the blond beauty forcing her on her hands and knees while she eat her out from behind or she would imagine Astrid taking her with her fingers, which was exactly what was happening right now, and it was far more pleasurable than having to fantasize about it. While Astrid was currently driving two digits in and out of Heather's sopping folds, she used her free hand to grope her right breast and pinch at her nipple, causing the ebony-haired beauty to throw her head back and moan. Looking at Hiccup once again, Astrid smirked before catching Heather's lips and engaging in a heated kiss with her. Heather was so distracted by Astrid and her wonderful ministrations that she failed to realize that the High Queen had beckoned Hiccup to join her in pushing Heather off the cliffs of ecstasy. Soon enough, Hiccup had joined Astrid in driving their lover to her release. Breaking away from Astrid's lips, Heather gasped in pleasure when Hiccup latched onto her left nipple, suckling like a babe craving its mother's milk.

"H-Hiccup!"

Smiling around Heather's tit, the King of Vikings gently tugged at the bud with his teeth, chuckling to himself when his Fair Queen hissed in pleasure before mewling weakly when he began lapping at the bud with his tongue. Eventually, he switched breasts and latched onto her right nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as he had with the left. Cradling Hiccup's head against her breast, Heather could feel Hiccup's cock at full mast, poking at her abdomen, begging for attention once again. Eventually, Heather had Astrid lay flat on her back and then she lay on top of the blond, allowing her to rest her chin on Heather's right shoulder so she could watch Hiccup take her.

"Go on, Dragon Master," Heather spoke coyly. "Take that cock of yours and hump me!"

Obliging his wife's request, Hiccup sat on his knees and used one hand to grasp his length and align himself at her sopping folds before sliding inside her. Throwing her head back at the feeling of Hiccup burying himself inside her was a feeling that Heather adored, he was perfect. Astrid groped Heather's breath while watching the lewd scene of Hiccup grabbing the bottom of Heather's legs and thrusting back and forth inside her.

"O-Oh, gods! You feel so good inside me, Hiccup!"

"Yeah?" Astrid breathed against her ear while pinching her nipples and tugging at her earlobe. "Does my husband's cock feel good inside you?"

"So-Ohhh! So good," Heather moaned out while looking right into Hiccup's eyes. "Please, give me your seed, Hiccup, so that I can bless you with an heir."

Letting out a growl of arousal at her words, Hiccup began pounding harder, burying himself to the hilt with each stroke. Astrid laughed quietly while continuing to grope Heather's breasts and kiss along her neck, she always loved this feral side of Hiccup, he'd too take her in such a way whenever she spoke to him in a manner that Heather had done. Hiccup never did last long first thing in the morning, his growls and moans told Astrid that he would burst any moment now. With one final stroke, Hiccup buried himself to the hilt and let out a ragged moan while spilling deep inside of Heather, planting his seed inside her womb, a sensation that caused Heather to moan happily. Reaching up for her lover, Hiccup went willingly and met Heather for a deep, passionate kiss, he then groaned in oversensitivity as he pulled out of the ebony-haired beauty.

As the two beauties nestled against him drifted to sleep, Hiccup pressed a kiss against each other foreheads and smiled to himself when they hummed happily. Placing a hand on Astrid's swollen belly, Hiccup couldn't help but wonder if he would have another daughter or a son, regardless of its gender, the young king would love his next child with Astrid and those that both Elsa and Fiona carried as well.

A/N: Again, I apologize for the wait, but life happens. With Hiccup and his Vikings heading to Frankia pretty soon, there's endless opportunity to add some Disney women who have appeared in France and Paris, mainly Belle and Esmerelda, but I'll add more, don't worry. Be sure to leave feedback and suggestions. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and have a Merry Christmas!