A/N: In this chapter, the Vikings discuss not only which battles they should choose to fight and how they react to the news that not only Johann and Drago yet live but that they're amassing forces to challenge them. Also, because this is a multi-crossover story, I'm going to add characters and armies from a certain video game, let's see if you can spot my hints in the story and as the story progresses. As for smut, Hiccup is going to hook up with Camicazi, and for some reason, I've pictured an adult version of Camicazi to look like Alexa Penavega, but that's just me. I know this specific pairing is something some of you guys have been looking forward to, and that time has finally arrived. Anyway, onwards to the next chapter!

(Normal pov— York)

"Father, could you please stop pacing? You're making me nervous."

Viggo turned to her daughter, Alina, he gave her an apologetic smile and ceased his pacing for the time being. "My apologies, I just... have much on my mind at the moment," shaking his head, the ex-Dragon Hunter exhaled softly. "Hiccup Haddock wants me to find a way to earn his trust and the trust of his people. Except I'm not entirely sure how I can possibly do that, even if I win the trust of both the king and his people, they will take my efforts with a grain of salt."

"I understand the need for them to be cautious, Viggo, but you aren't the man they fought in years past—"

"No, but Vikings never forget grievances, and unfortunately, your father has committed a multitude of grievances on Hiccup's followers," Robin, who was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed said before approaching the table Alina was seated at. "Even if your father won the respect of Hiccup Haddock, those who your father grieved would never forget what he did to them, not fully, anyway."

Alina blew a strand of her ebony hair out of her face and groaned in frustration, though she never crossed paths with Hiccup Haddock and his fellow riders, many of the Viking people eyed her with contempt and seething resentment, in the Viking's eyes, the sins of the father were her sins as well.

Her Shivertooth, Glimmer, nudged against her back, cooing reassuringly at her as if telling Alina that things will be alright. Embracing her dragon's long snout, she looked at her father and shook her head. "What can we do? If we can't overcome this challenge, eventually, the Vikings who want to spill our blood will find a way to subvert Hiccup's rule, and what remains of the Grimborn Tribe will be swept away—"

"I am well aware of that, my dear, thank you," Viggo then looked at Robin. "Since you are of English upbringing, you know these lands well, do you not?" Robin nodded in confirmation. "Good. Tell me, with the current dilemma the Vikings face, where would be the perfect place to lure the Saxons and their Zealot allies into a trap?"

Contemplating, Robin reached for a pouch strapped to his left thigh, pulling out a great many neatly folded maps and charts. When he found the map for England, he urged Viggo to approach, Alina scooted closer and the two Grimborns eyed the young man as he eyed the map for a whole minute before pointing to a spot. "Here. Edington, I remember it. My father took me there when I was a boy. As we looked down the valley below the steep hill, he said to me, "This is the perfect place for a battle, my son," and what my father told me is true," looking up at Viggo with a smirk, Robin then shrugged. "We should show Hiccup what Edington has to offer. Down in the valley, there are miles of trees and forest that can hide a vast army."

Viggo dwelled on Robin's words, weighing their value, as he did, Alina spoke up. "It's worth a try, Father. At this point, even though we're safe, we're still in danger from Hiccup's people," she then smiled, "but if we help the King of Vikings win a quick and decisive victory here in England, it may be exactly what we need for Hiccup to start placing trust in us and for him to convince his people that we have nothing to gain by betraying him or them."

Throughout his life, Viggo always had a plan within a plan, but for the first time, he didn't have a plan on how to win the trust of those he once opposed. Robin and Alina's suggestion, however, seemed to be the only solution, and time was short. With a sigh, Viggo nodded. "Very well, I will entreat an audience with Hiccup and persuade him to join us as we fly to Edington," he then looked down at Robin's map and added, "I do hope that this will be enough to show our young overlord that we can achieve peace between our people and theirs. Make no mistake, the wounds I have inflicted on Hiccup's followers will take time to heal, but I am confident that we can mend that wound."

There was no denying that this could lead to genuine peace between his remaining hunters and those who followed Hiccup, however, the bad blood that lingered between them was still there, and that wouldn't just go away overnight. Viggo knew that earning the trust of Hiccup's people would be a far greater challenge, one that he was willing to face, no matter the risks or threats he faced.

Mulan could hear the chatter of the guards outside her cell, not only their chatter but also their obnoxious laughter. She had been drifting between life and death, seeing her family, dead husband, and old friends, all of them were beckoning her to join them in the next life and to finally find peace.

"A woolly igloo? Where'd you hear that?"

As the laughter of the guards grew in volume, it finally stopped when a loud, obnoxious noise filled the halls of the dungeon. Both of the guards outside Mulan's cell shared a look before leaving her to investigate the disturbance. The Chinese warrior was confused, but she then let out a laugh of relief and realization at what had caused the noise, or rather who had caused the noise— Mushu and her friends. Quiet footsteps could be heard, and as they drew closer, Mulan announced her presence in a hushed tone but hissed in pain while glancing down at her wounds. As she peered back up at her cell door, she blanched at the sight of a cloaked figure staring at her with a long and elaborate metal axe in hand.

Their deep, yet smooth voice filled her ears. "The legendary Fa Mulan was captured by these vermin? How pathetic," amusement was evident in their voice, causing Mulan to blush in embarrassment, if she wasn't shackled and beaten to an inch of her life, she would wipe the smug look off of her superior's face. They then bore their teeth and snarled like a ravenous predator. "What have you told Hiccup Haddock's people, hmm? If you have revealed anything to them—"

"I said nothing to them."

Gripping one of the cell doors, the hooded figure leaned in and shook their head. "Oh, I think you have," they then lowered their hood, revealing a man with dark, olive-toned skin, short curly hair done in a mohawk hairstyle, and he had a goatee on his chiseled face. "Look at you, at the edge of life, surely you must've told Hiccup Haddock's people something. Anything to stop the agony you clearly endured—"

"Ahimoth, I swear to you, I said nothing to them," Mulan whimpered.

Growling, Ahimoth bore his teeth. "I don't believe you. In your state of being, you would've done anything to end your suffering, therefore, you've given our enemy information," the sounds of the guards watching over Mulan could be heard, Ahimoth grunted before turning back to Mulan and grinning maliciously. "I'm afraid your friends, their dragons, and yours will pay dearly because you cannot seal your loose lips."

"N-No! Ahimoth, I swear if you touch my friends, their dragons, and mine, I will kill you!" Throwing his hood over his head, Ahimoth merely chuckled at Mulan's words before leaving swiftly, causing the Chinese warrior to cry out and try to free herself from her shackles, a pointless attempt, she knew, but an act out of desperation.

When the guards returned to her cell, one of them banged their spear against her cell and barked out. "Quiet, foreigner! Or I'll come in there and make you quiet!" Mulan knew she didn't have the strength to suffer another beating, and so she did as the guard wanted and kept quiet, mostly. She soon began to softly weep bitterly, because of giving the Vikings what they wanted to know, more of her loved ones would die.

She considered praying to her ancestors for strength and that they would protect Mushu and her loved ones. However, she believed it was hopeless, when Ahimoth says he'll kill someone, he will do it.

"What have I done? I've doomed my friends, their dragons, and mine," Mulan wept in despair. Despite her doubts, she prayed softly to herself. "Ancestors, hear my prayer, please. As you sent Mushu to protect me, I ask that you now protect him, as well as Ting-Ting, Su, Mei, and their dragons. I beg of you, protect them."

The clamors and exclaims of panic and shock threatened to split Hiccup's head wide open, he had tried to silence his people, but to no avail. Having enough, the King of Vikings turned to his Night Fury, unleashing a thunderous roar that effectively silenced everyone until you could hear a pin drop.

"Thank you, Toothless," Hiccup nodded at his dragon before turning back to his people. "Look, I'm shocked as much as you are, more so than you all. These are enemies who have not only maneuvered through our world undetected for years, growing in strength and power, and just when we thought their greed and selfish ambitions were what led them to their ends, they're still alive and wish to exact revenge on us, or more specifically, me."

Astrid, who was cradling Zephyr in her arms then turned to Camicazi and Thuggory. "You're absolutely certain that our prisoner said that Johann and Drago Bludvist live?"

"She did, Queen Astrid," Thuggory confirmed before shrugging, "of course, there is the possibility that she was lying to us to end her torture for the time being."

Clicking her tongue, Camicazi shook her head. "I'm not so sure, Thug, these are specific enemies that were supposedly dead for years, and yet she confirmed that Traitor Johann was rescued by the pirates and warrior heirs Nikora and Eir Stormheart, I'm acquainted with both of these women from my time traveling Midgard, they're not to be underestimated," she then looked at Hiccup and saw his face scrunch up with dread, which only grew when Camicazi continued. "These two sisters lead the Mongrel Tribe, this tribe was formed on the premise of creating better human warriors. The best warriors from all over the Midgard gathered together to form this tribe and produce superior sons and daughters. The children were trained in combat and appear to also be intellectually gifted as well."

"Perfect, skilled, and smart, not a great combination when it comes to facing potential enemies," Fishlegs sighed. He then tilted his head, curious as to what else Camicazi knew about them. "What else do you know about the Mongrel Tribe?"

"Here's the interesting thing, rumor is, their late king was killed by Drago Bludvist when he refused to pledge fealty to the madman. Because of this, the Mongrel Tribe lost its king, and Nikora and Eir lost their father," Camicazi's words caused many to murmur amongst themselves.

Hiccup, however, snorted. "My father told me how Drago slaughtered noble Viking chieftains back when we still fought dragons, all because they refused to bow down and follow the madman," the king then looked to his people. "Those tribes who lost their chieftains are among us today and have not forgotten what happened, but in the past, they didn't know it was Drago who slew their previous leaders. But now they know who did, and if Drago does decide to return and challenge us, we need to be ready." A chorus of "ayes" filled the air, especially from the Vikings who lost their leaders to Drago all those years ago.

"So, what do you plan on doing with this information, King Hiccup?"

All looked to Harald Haraldson who was in the midst of the crowd with his sister, Aud, and those of the Fairhair dynasty. "Drago Bludvist and his Northern Alliance are a threat that cannot be ignored. What if they attack us when we least expect it and finish us off for good?" His words caused the people to speak all at once; some of them agreed with Harald's words while others rebuked the Fairhair prince and urged him to not start a panic.

"Silence!" Hiccup barked out just before the Vikings could be at each other's throats, he then turned to Harald. "From what Camicazi and Thuggory told me, Drago and the remnants of the Northern Alliance are recouping their losses, which means they won't attack us directly, lest they lose even more men, resources, and the dragons they've subjugated. Though our enemy licks its wounds, that gives us time to reach our new home, settle, and prepare for the day when our enemies challenge us once again."

Grunting, Harald crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "And what of the battles we must fight in the meantime? We have a large Christian army out there that threatens us and at the moment, they're standing in our way from reaching the supposed Valhalla here on Midgard. Do you plan on meeting the Zealot Order in battle? If you do, need I remind you that the price of fighting here in England may be too great, especially when you promised my sister and therefore my family to take our vast army of man and dragons to Frankia and conquer Paris to not only avenge our fallen countrymen but also that we avenge the murder of our brother."

"Yes, I haven't forgotten my promise, Prince Harald, but I thank you for reminding me," Hiccup said firmly. "What you say, however, is true. If we engage the Zealot Order and the Saxon kings and their armies here in England, we will lose men, when we don't have to." Curious as to what their king had in mind, the Vikings gave Hiccup their full attention. "We can use Smokebreath dragons to cripple our enemy and then use our alpha class dragons to decimate their armies, saving us both time and men." Many of the Vikings murmured amongst themselves, contemplating Hiccup's plan; some thought it was perfect while others thought it was cowardly.

Queen Mala who was accompanied by Sleuther and her fellow Defenders spoke up to the Vikings. "I agree with Hiccup's plan. True, it doesn't sit well with many of you, because you wish to fight your enemies in the shield wall and meet a warrior's death, however, our options at the moment are limited, I believe this is the best option we have to deal with our current dilemma at this time—"

"Not true, Queen Mala," Jarl Sigfast Isleifsson said firmly. The stout, yet fierce, Christian jarl looked to Hiccup and voiced his thoughts. "If it pleases you, King Hiccup, allow me and several other Christian jarls to speak with Prince Heahmund of the Zealot Order and attempt to make peace with him and England's kings in an attempt to offer our people safe passage—"

Barking out in laughter, Princess Aud shook her head while voicing her fierce disagreement with Sigfast's suggestion. "You really think the Christians can be trusted, do you? Well, guess what, they cannot!" She then looked at Hiccup before continuing. "The so-called "righteous" men of Paris committed atrocious acts of violence and brutality against our people! Toka and I witnessed countless times as the Christian warriors and rulers of Frankia killed our kin and companions as if they were nothing but mindless animals! The Christians cannot be trusted! Not now, not ever!"

"AYE!"

The Vikings began cursing not only the Christian armies threatening them outside of York's walls but also the Christian Vikings among them, believing them to be traitors who have rejected the old gods and the ways of their fathers in favor of embracing a "false" god and faith. Hiccup could see that tensions were rising between the Pagan and Christian clans and he saw each respective faction of Vikings reaching for their weapons, which would only result in pointless bloodshed and death. He then nodded to Snotlout and the Kingsguard, who readied their weapons and moved around the Vikings who were about to start trouble. Seeing their king's guards surrounding them, they looked to the young king who bore a face of stoicism, it was a look many of the Vikings recalled Stoick the Vast gave when his patience was growing thin.

"If you fools decide to shed blood, save it for our enemies, we can't afford to turn against each other, not now, not when enemies are amassing all around us!" Hiccup's tone was strong and he was holding back the desire to scream in frustration. After taking several deep breaths, he then continued. "You all have your opinions, yes, and I understand that my actions and plans may not sit well with all of you, but if we are to reach our new home, we'll do whatever it takes to get there." He then continued. "I am king, and my word is final. We will use Smokebreath dragons to disarm our enemies here in England and see their armies reduced to dust. And once the dust has settled, I will appoint Vikings I trust to serve as vassal kings and queens to rule over England for me and to keep the population in line." Looking at Snotlout and his Kingsguard, he gave them a silent command to stand down, which they did.

Elsa, who was cradling her pregnant stomach then inquired. "When do you plan on dealing this blow to our enemies, Hiccup?"

"Soon, I'll convene with Alvin, Astrid, and the Vikings who stand as Warlords and formulate a plan. For now, we prepare to depart England and set sail to Frankia, and ultimately, Paris," he then gestured around them. "As long as we hold York, the enemy won't dare move against us, not with the numbers of man and dragons we have. But don't let that advantage turn into hubris, limit those who come and go within our walls, those who stand as traders or merchants may be spies in disguise. Hold this position until we're ready to depart from England. Hmm?" The Vikings grunted in acknowledgment, heeding the logic of their king's words. "Good. You're all dismissed." As everyone went their separate ways, Hiccup sighed heavily and shook his head, the weight of kingship growing more tiresome with each passing moment.

"As I told you all those years ago, lad, you're going to have to deal with people who don't always agree with you," Gobber patted his back before smiling. "Regardless, your father would be very proud of you, Hiccup."

"Gobber's not wrong, son," Valka cooed while placing a hand in his hair and gently running her fingers through his scalp, causing Hiccup to grow weak in the knees and savor the pleasant sensation of her touch. "Stoick would be every bit as proud of you as I am." The young king smiled at his mother and nodded in thanks, but his countenance fell once again.

Mala approached and backed up Gobber's earlier words. "Your blacksmith friend speaks the truth, Hiccup, one looks to their leader for all the answers, and even though you do not possess all the answers everyone wants to be answered, even when you haven't found them yet."

Astrid kissed her husband's cheek and grinned. "The key word being "yet," babe," Hiccup smiled at his wife's words, it reminded him of the time he and the Riders of Berk had first encountered Krogan's Dragon Flyers and how they could beat them without endangering the Singetails. Astrid then handed Zephyr to Valka who gladly took her sleeping granddaughter in her arms. "Well, I'll go find Alvin and our warlords and get back to you so that we can come up with a proper plan on how to deal with the Saxons and their Zealot allies. I'll see you soon, babe." Nodding at his wife's words, Hiccup shared a kiss with Astrid before leaving to amass the Vikings that were well-versed in strategy and war.

Clearing his throat, Eret offered a suggestion to the weary king. "I'll take some fellow Sami and reach out to the Inuit people among us to scout ahead and make sure the enemy doesn't catch us off our guard. Of course, your Auxiliary Dragon Riders are your preferred scouts, but it doesn't hurt having boots on the ground too, eh?"

"You're not wrong, Eret, I appreciate that," Hiccup smiled before giving him a nod of approval. "See it done." The former Dragon Trapper nodded and left to gather his crew mates, native people, and the indigenous Scandinavian people among them.

Elsa and Anna shared a look before the strawberry blond spoke up. "What would you have us do, Hiccup?"

Turning to the two sisters and Fiona, the king gave them an encouraging smile. "You can all continue training with Mala, Atali, and Heather, they'll help you with training your respective dragons and sharpen your skills as warriors," he then inquired. "How are our food stores?"

"With the months we've been here, we've seen our food stores replenish thanks to our farmers working the land and thanks to Olaf and the bakers here," Elsa smiled while cradling her baby bump. "Hopefully we'll have plenty of food by the time Astrid, Fiona, and I give birth to your upcoming heirs."

Fiona too smiled as she caressed her bump and gave Hiccup an encouraging smile. "Don't worry, Hiccup, soon we'll reach the land you want for your people, and your heirs will flourish there. You can count on that." She kissed him before leaving along with Elsa and Anna.

"Anything I can do to help, lad?" Gobber wondered out loud.

Turning to his old mentor, Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "How goes outfitting all Viking warriors and Scandinavian people with Gronckle Iron weapons?"

"Those who wish for such weapons have received them and are training with them, the Warborn Clan are growing accustomed to our lighter, yet stronger weapons, surprising, considering that they're one of the oldest Viking clans who follow the ways of old," Gobber then shrugged. "The Sami and Inuit people, however, have their uses, true, but they have their own weapons that they prefer to use— blow darts, slingshots, weapons made of bone or otherwise. Oh well, you can't convince everyone to transition to the new ways."

"No, you can't," Hiccup gave the old blacksmith a nod of acknowledgment before shrugging. "Well, keep arming our warriors, sooner or later, when we arrive in Paris, I have an inkling we're going to fight at every turn." Gobber nodded before taking his leave.

Turning to the rest of his entourage, Hiccup gave them a dismissive wave. "You're all dismissed for the time being," laying eyes on his daughter in Valka's arms, the king pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead before urging Toothless to follow him. "I need to clear my head with a much-needed flight." As the alpha males of both species left, Camicazi was about to speak up but held her tongue, she would have her chance to help ease the tension Hiccup was feeling.

"Soon enough," she whispered to herself.

Noticing that Camicazi was eyeing Hiccup, Thuggory smirked teasingly at her and nudged her. "Trying to get in Hiccup's pants, Cami?" Her only answer was a sharp elbow to his side, causing him to groan in pain yet laugh out loud. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who were just now taking their leave snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh, you know that's a yes, Thug!" Tuffnut grinned.

"It most certainly is a yes," Ruffnut agreed before grinning coyly at Camicazi. "I don't blame you, I'd test my luck with him if I wasn't going to marry Fishlegs." Her grin only widened because she not only did have sex with Hiccup,

"Shut your mouth you two muttonheads," she glared before turning at the Meathead heir, "you too, Thuggory or I'll take your cock!" She threatened with a sweet smile, yet her tone promised that she would castrate him.

Holding his hands up while stifling his laughter, Thuggory grinned. "Oh, testy!" His words caused the twins to laugh out loud, Thuggory himself laughing with them before turning to Camicazi, he then howled out in laughter while running as fast as he could while the Bog heir rushed him with one of her throwing knives in her hands, ready to make good on her promise.

(Eashing— Kingdom of Wessex)

"Again!"

A shirtless Prince Heahmund stood surrounded by a ring of his best warriors with his sword in hand. After going over strategy and battle tactics with the English kings, the prince of the Roman Catholic Church was ready to finish his training session by sparring with four of the best soldiers in the Zealot Order.

Looking over his shoulder, the prince could see one of his heavy knights swinging their footman's flail while keeping their shield raised. On his left was a bulky, heavily armored knight with a poleaxe in hand and ready to swing once he was close. To his right was a leather-armored, hooded woman with a sword and dagger in hand. And finally, a tall, proud knight with a long sword in both his hands took a battle stance and was ready to charge.

"Begin!"

Drowning out all distractions around him, Heahmund took deep, steady breaths as his opponents made their move. Ducking underneath his large opponent's poleaxe, Heahmund crossed blades with the agile, fast female before kicking her back and then sidestepping away from the proud knight's longsword and landing a sharp elbow into their face, sending them to tumble down on the ground. Turning to the heavy knight with the flail, Heahmund backed away when his opponent swung his weapon, mindful of the spikes attached to the metallic ball. A heavy grunt filled the air and Heahmund dove away as the hulking soldier thrust his poleaxe at the heavy knight's middle, sending the large knight crashing down and dropping his flail.

The agile woman cut Heahmund's side, causing the prince to hiss in pain before whirling around and landing a heavy blow to her face and sweeping her legs out from under her. He then kicked at her sword hand and landed a blow across her face, the force of his kick sent her mask flying off of her face and blood and spittle out of her mouth.

"Nōlo superstites!"

Quickly turning back to the bulky soldier, the prince cried out as he lifted off of the ground thanks to his opponent's brute strength and skill with a poleaxe before he was slammed back down on the ground. Quickly rolling away before his opponent's weapons could split flesh and bone, Heahmund got back up, and just when his larger adversary was about to use his weapon to hit him in the face, the prince readied himself. With one precise, vertical swing upwards, his opponent's poleaxe was severed in half, allowing Heahmund to throw a punch into the giant's throat and sweep his legs out from under him.

Before the prince's remaining opponents could attack, he was interrupted by a clutch of scouts. "Forgive us, Prince Heahmund, for interrupting your training, but we found someone who wishes to have words with you, they requested you personally," the scout then turned to his companions and nodded at them, silently telling them to bring their guest. "He says his name is Jack Overland, he claims that his father fought alongside you and our ranks in the Middle East."

With his curiosity piqued, Heahmund had his scouts bring the boy to him. Once the young Overland stood before him, the Catholic prince eyed him before smiling. "Welcome, Jack, I had a feeling that this day would come. Your father always said you favored fun and mischief, but the fact that you're here now tells me that you've matured," sheathing his sword and wiping the sweat from his brow, he then dismissed his sparring partners before urging Jack to follow him. "So, tell me why you're here, young Jack." As they reached Heahmund's tent, the prince approached a water basin and began to wash the stench of training and sweat off of his skin while waiting for the young man to reply.

"These past few months have been difficult for my family and for the people of my village, especially with the Vikings amassing the largest army we've ever seen," he ran a hand through his brunette hair and sighed. "What my father told you was true, I find pleasure in merrymaking and enjoy being a jester, however, times have changed. The Vikings that were settled here in England raided my village and took anything of value: coin, weapons, livestock, even people to become their slaves, my mother and sister are among the captured." Standing straight, Jack spoke firmly. "What I want, Prince Heahmund is to join the Zealot Order and free my family from the clutches of the Vikings, as well as free the others who they enslaved."

After washing himself, Heahmund took one of the dry towels from the basin handle and began to dry himself. "Quite admirable, my boy, there's nothing wrong with your desire to take up arms and see your family and townsfolk freed. However, it's not so simple, the Viking's position in York is very secure, and attacking them head-on would lead to a massacre," he then gestured to his army up and about. "My army is working alongside the remaining English kings, we're coming up with a plan on luring the Viking king, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, out into the open, and if we can cut off the head of this great serpent, then the Vikings will fall to infighting for leadership..."

"...leaving them vulnerable for you and the Saxon armies to attack," Jack said in understanding, causing Heahmund to nod in confirmation.

The prince then approached the young man before him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Have faith, young Overland, these godless heathens will soon suffer for their atrocities here in England, we must move swiftly, yet also carefully. For if the heathens are allowed to venture deeper into Europe, the whole of Christendom is at risk; with their numbers, they can take cities, and trading ports of significance, and even rally other Viking armies and warbands to their side and swell their already vast army of man and dragons—"

"I'm sorry, what? Did you say... dragons?"

Grunting in affirmation, Heahmund shook his head. "Our enemies possess dragons, creatures that belonged in fairy tales, mythology, and a term to describe our spiritual enemy, Satan. From what I've been told, the Vikings have dragons they ride into battle, dragons they use as a means of delivering messages, and they possess dragons the size of mountains which could easily decimate an army that stood in their way or topple the defenses of a well-fortified stronghold or otherwise," he then saw the worry and anxiousness in Jack's eyes, causing his grip on the young man's shoulder to tighten. "As the scripture says, young Overland, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." You came here to humbly ask me to join my order to rid the world of the Viking scourge and to liberate your family and folk from thralldom. Well, you'll be pleased to know that I now take you under my wing as my apprentice and heir. Together, we will see that the Viking people are struck from this world and their foulness is lost to history."

Letting out a disbelieving laugh, Jack bowed his head in thanks, while voicing words of gratitude. Turning to a clutch of his men, Heahmund urged them to approach. "See that our new recruit is provided with a tent and a warm meal, and see to it that you provide him with chainmail and armor, I'll oversee his training at dawn tomorrow," the soldiers nodded and led Jack away. Before Heahmund could go into his tent and retrieve his bathing supplies, one of his soldiers approached with a carrier falcon resting on his armored shoulder and a message in his hands with a seal bearing the image of a sword going down the middle of a knight's helmet on the right half and a human skull on the left half.

"Ah, they've replied to my message, good," Heahmund took the message from his soldier's hands and began to read silently to himself. After a while, the prince could still feel the presence of his soldier and spoke without tearing his eyes off the message. "Speak your mind, soldier."

Clearing their throat, the soldier voiced their thoughts. "With respect, Prince Heahmund, those you are communing with have been branded by the Pope as heretical warmongers who spread anarchy, death, and war everywhere they go. And their leader is able to coax out the wolves among men and tear their own to pieces. Is it wise to request the aid of such a force without the approval of the Pope?"

Heahmund's remark was nonchalant. "Should things not go according to plan here, hopefully, we won't have need of the legion and their vicious leader, however, should things not go as expected, we will set aside our differences in ideology and see the Northmen washed away in an ocean of their own blood," finally tearing his eyes off of the message, he looked his soldier in the eyes and gave him a dismissive gesture. "You're dismissed, soldier, see yourself to wine and food." Bowing their head, the soldier left the prince alone.

Going inside his tent to fetch his basket of bathing supplies, Heahmund looked to the altar of a cross and figure hanging on it before sighing heavily. "The time for battle draws nearer, you see that Lord, as you see all things. But I must confess, I... I fear that the outcome of this battle will only end in destruction for us. Bad company ruins good morals, so the scripture says, and yet I am in need of this force and its leader, Lord, for her skills as a warrior are unchallenged and her keen ploys and strategies are what can lead to the Viking's extermination," shaking his head, the prince murmured lowly, "but regardless, I pray that I will not place my trust in men, instead, I pray that I trust in you alone..." he then began to cross himself before concluding his prayer, "...In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen." Heahmund then took his leave to take a much-needed bath and then resume his day.

The Catholic prince knew that the day for battle would soon come, and when it would arrive, he prayed that the faith of his fellow Christian brethren, the numbers they had at their disposal, and the inside knowledge that had on their enemy, courtesy of Savage, would be more than enough for them to overcome the Vikings and see victory.

(York— Kingdom of Northumbria)

After an hour-long flight, Hiccup and Toothless returned to York, both alpha males departed for the time being, especially since the Night Fury not only had a great multitude of dragons to rule, but also his mate, the Light Fury, who Elsa had formed a bond with, was pregnant, and could only do so much. Seeing his dragon and mate beginning a new generation of Night Lights made Hiccup's heart swell with joy, especially when he saw Toothless and the Light Fury's first hatchling, Dart, exploring the walls of York, playing with other dragon hatchlings, and the young Night Light had developed a deep infatuation for the King of Vikings, seeing the alpha human as a second father figure, not that Hiccup minded.

"My king!"

Turning around, the young Haddock laid eyes on Olaf Beigrøs, the baker bowed his head and Hiccup gave the older man his attention. "Ah, Olaf, I hear you and the other bakers have done well in making sure our people remain fed, you have my thanks and certainly the gratitude of our people—"

"Thank you, King Hiccup, but that isn't what I'm here to talk to you about," the baker then grabbed the young king by his right arm and led him to a shadowy ally before speaking in a hushed tone. "I've come bearing disturbing news, Harald Haraldson, and a handful of those who resent you for sparring Viggo Grimborn's life now speak of schemes and possibly overthrowing you."

Deeply troubled by this, Hiccup then gave the baker a curious look. "How do you know this?"

"Because Prince Harald summoned me and... asked me to join him in overthrowing you. His sister, Princess Aud, however, rebuked her brother's talk of betrayal, I know not whether or not she seeks to join her brother in overthrowing you, but she didn't speak ill will against you," sighing, the baker shook his head, "I tell you this King Hiccup because I want to assure you of my loyalty to you, as I was loyal to your father. Yet I fear as Harald's lust for power and kingship may not only threaten all of us but my family as well; I have lost my beautiful daughter, and I cannot lose my wife and son."

Placing his hands on the baker's shoulders, Hiccup gave him a nod of understanding. "The next time Harald approaches you with talks of treason and schemes, I want you to play along; give him the illusion that you believe I'm not a leader worth following. When the time is right, Harald is going to make a mistake that all our people will witness, and when that time comes, he'll be executed and become nothing more than an afterthought in the history of our people," he then spoke in a hushed tone. "Do this, and I will see you greatly rewarded. However, should things escalate, and Harald threatens your family in any way, come to me, and I will deal with Fairhair." The baker bowed his head in understanding before taking Hiccup's left hand and placing a kiss on the gilded arm ring around his wrist, a gesture of his loyalty.

As the baker left, Hiccup made his way to where he was staying, courtesy of Thormod, York's warlord had been a great ally and asset even though he had never crossed paths with him before. On the walk back to where he was laying his head and even sharing his bed at night, Hiccup contemplated why Harald would act so soon to undermine him and attempt to seize power for himself. Whatever the Fairhair prince's reasons were, Hiccup needed to play the game of outsmarting him carefully and he wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating him, he had made the mistake of underestimating his enemies before, he recalls making that mistake with Grimmel the Grisly, and how the Night Fury Killer had him and the Hairy Hooligans abandon Old Berk and flee with what little they could carry and make them easier to deal with.

With the revelation of both Johann and Drago still alive, Hiccup wondered if Grimmel had somehow survived falling to his death as well. At his age, and how high he fell from... no, he couldn't have. Right? Hiccup wasn't so sure, he could only hope, because if Grimmel and his Deathgrippers had survived as well, he would seek vengeance against him and Toothless, not to mention, he would discover and eradicate the next generation of Fury hybrids— Night Lights.

"Oh, gods, it's always something," Hiccup murmured to himself in disbelief as he made his way to York's castle. Once inside, the young king saw Thormod and one of his men engaged in an arm wrestling contest while the men under his command were cheering them on and even placing wagers. Eventually, Thormod gained the upper hand and bested his opponent, laughing boisterously and taking a drink of ale in one swig before beating a meaty fist against his chest. Amused by this, Hiccup smiled and spoke up. "Having fun with your men, eh, Thormod?" York's warlord turned to the king and bowed his head before approaching.

"King Hiccup. And aye, whenever the mood has soured around here, I like to have some fun with my men, it helps brighten up the mood," he shrugged before gesturing to one of the tables. "By the way, a friend of yours, a small, yet feisty blond is waiting for you. Has been for a while now." Looking to where Thormod was pointing, the young king saw Camicazi having words with some of Thormod's shield maidens and Valkyries. Locking eyes with her old friend, the Bog heir grinned and urged him to come on over.

Hiccup landed a playful jab in Thormod's chest, giving him a nod of farewell for now before joining Camicazi. Nodding in greetings at the other women, Camicazi abruptly told them all to get lost while she has words with the king. Once the women left them, the Bog heir smiled at her lifelong friend. "You look uneasy, Hic, are you alright?"

Snorting, he remarked sarcastically. "Physically? Mentally? Spiritually? Socioeconomically? I am not sure what you mean, Cami," she gave him a playful glare, causing him to laugh lightly before speaking seriously. "Johann and Drago Bludvist, two of them are dangerous threats in of themselves, both of them are men who cannot be reasoned with and will stop at nothing to get what they want. Johann, of course, only wanted the King of Dragons so that he would become the richest man in the world, he was only looking out for himself and would subjugate the dragons to help him achieve his selfish ambitions. Drago, however, was a warrior, one who sought to dominate this world through tyranny and fear by using his Bewilderbeast to control as many dragons as possible and destroy anyone who stood in his way of obtaining world domination." Sighing heavily, Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose and shrugged. "Assuming our guest spoke the truth and these two are still alive, it makes me very uneasy, Cami, it's nothing more than another problem that I need to plan on dealing with, and soon—"

"You have much on your plate, I get it," Camicazi said before reaching across the table and taking one of his hands. "I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm here for you, Hic, I'll always be there for you." Her words made Hiccup smile and squeeze her hand, a gesture of silent gratitude. Looking into her eyes, however, the king could see something he never thought he'd see— desire.

A desire to be with him.

Though she was being sincere and genuine, Hiccup couldn't help but wonder if she meant she would be there for him in more ways than one. After all, Camicazi wasn't one to settle with a partner for too long, but in their case, maybe she wanted him because they'd been friends since they were children.

Testing the waters, Hiccup caressed the top of her hand and spoke lowly. "You'll always be there for me, huh? Does that include satisfying my carnal needs?" Camicazi's reply was a coy grin while giving him a hooded look, one that made Hiccup's chest flutter with excitement. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Care to find out for yourself, Haddock?" She challenged.

One thing that Hiccup loved about Camicazi was that she never backed away from a challenge. This was no exception.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the two lifelong friends were bursting into Hiccup's bed chambers, and the king and his friend, now newly turned lover were engaged in a fiery kiss, one that set the king's blood on fire. Camicazi's hands unfastened the thick, bear fur cloak around his broad shoulders before tugging at his leather armor and cursing out loud when she couldn't unfasten it. Laughing at the fierce blond's foul language, Hiccup began undoing his armor himself, causing Camicazi to growl lowly in approval as her hands mapped out toned, lean, tattooed skin.

"Gods, Hiccup, and to think you were once a talking fishbone," she jabbed playfully before continuing. "You're still thin as far as we Vikings are concerned. When are you going to start building more muscle instead of growing more inches?"

Snorting, Hiccup remarked with a proud grin. "Last I checked, my wife and Eret have helped me get bigger physically during my training. As for growing more inches? Well..." he then kicked his right boot off and began undoing his pants while smirking, "...Astrid or none of the women I've taken as my Fair Queens have complained about my inches."

Laughing at his words, Camicazi helped Hiccup lower his pants down and could see his half-erect cock spring up. She was at a loss for words, she may have had her occasion night of satisfying her needs with men she chose to sleep with during her years of traveling abroad, but none of her previous lovers were as big as Hiccup.

"I can see why none of your women haven't been complaining about not being satisfied," Camicazi wrapped both hands around him and began to stroke, she bit her lower lip at the way Hiccup was looking at her, which only drove her to stroke him faster. "Oh, you and I are gonna have some fun tonight, Hic." Winking at her close friend, Camicazi kneeled before him and licked him from base to tip, causing him to hiss loudly and then release a ragged moan as she took him inside her mouth.

Pressing himself against the door of his bed chamber, Hiccup found himself clutching at the door handle to avoid falling over as Camicazi sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head on him. He groaned quietly, carding his fingers through her wavy blond hair as she reached down and fondled his balls. "Oh, yes. Such a good girl," he murmured, and she stopped mid-bob, looking up at him coyly. "What? A man can't give you the praise you deserve?" She winked at him, before casually taking him to the base, the head of his cock sliding into her throat easily and bringing a half-gasped curse from him as she swallowed around him. His hand slid down, his thumb stroking behind her ear, and she hummed softly around him as she closed her eyes, losing herself to the feel and taste of him in her mouth.

After pulling back to catch her breath, Camicazi began stroking him and looking into his gorgeous forest green eyes and seeing this alpha of a male writhe and quake because of her. It was a turn-on for her, especially when men were mostly unappreciative of women tending to them. But not Hiccup, he had always appreciated her, as children and now as lovers. As she wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and took him as far into her mouth as she could without entering her throat, Camicazi paused for a moment, and Hiccup tilted his head in confusion before his knees nearly buckled as her tongue seemed to be batting at him from every direction at once.

"C-Cami, wait!"

She ceased her actions and gave him a look of confusion and worry. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just... want to try something with you, something I know you'll love," he then helped her to her feet and began to strip her of her own clothing. As both Vikings were now stark naked, Hiccup led her to his bed and he soon laid down flat on his back while beckoning her over.

Curious, she raised an eyebrow. "What're you up to, Haddock?"

"Find out," he smirked before jabbing teasingly. "Unless, of course, you're afraid."

Barking out a laugh, Camicazi remarked firmly. "Yeah right," as she made her way on top of him, she grinned. "Show me what you got, Haddock."

"That's the idea," he winked before shifting around until he was going underneath her and he was welcomed by her snatch that was mere inches away from his face once.

''Ever done it like this before?" He breathed against her sex, causing her to gasp softly.

''No, never," she then took hold of him and began stroking him while laughing lightly. "You always were too clever for your own good."

"Flattery will only get you so far," he mirrored her words and she snorted while rolling her eyes.

Before Camicazi could remark on his words, she let out a choked moan when Hiccup began giving her oral pleasure, licking her earnestly. With his ministrations sending her down a whirlpool of pleasure, Camicazi took Hiccup's cock back into her mouth, returning her earlier ministrations. Her moans around his cock made Hiccup moan into her sex, and it became a cycle of pleasure as the friends turned lovers spurred the other person to increase the pleasure. Hiccup felt Camicazi's mouth bob up and down with fervor. The only time he didn't feel her lips around his cock would be when she was sucking on his balls again and pumping his shaft. Hiccup brought his hand up to start fingering her whilst sucking her clit and driving her to the edge with his tongue.

Hiccup could have stayed like this without any complaints, but he nearly forgot that he wanted to try something he knew that Camicazi would love, especially when she had been teasing about his physicality earlier. Carefully moving while holding her in position, Hiccup swung his legs off the edge of the bed and then pulled himself up so that he was standing up. Her yelp of surprise caused the Bog heir to hold onto him tightly, his cock was thrust deep down her throat and she gagged on him more but didn't stop. In fact, when she realized what Hiccup was doing, she inwardly applauded him for his strength and then started sucking him with greater fervor. Thanks to Hiccup's training over the years, engaging in this act of intimacy wasn't a bother for him, not anymore anyway. Because Astrid and Eret had pushed Hiccup to his physical limit, Camicazi was now light as a feather, however, he never admit that to her, or else she would find a way to humble him and train more rigorously with the bulkier shield maidens and Valkyrie's among their ranks just to put him to the test.

Her legs were wrapped firmly around his head to hold on and keep his tongue where she wanted it to be. At this point, Hiccup was practically slobbering all over her cunt, wanting a deeper taste of her nectar. Also, Hiccup would occasionally start to buck his hips, thrusting into Camicazi's mouth. His balls slapped against her face with each thrust, and she moaned every time, telling the king that she was enjoying this a great deal.

It wasn't long before they were both close to sweet release. Hiccup had held off for as long as possible so that they could both share in the enjoyment of climax. Camicazi did her best to keep his cock in her mouth as her body trembled in his arms. Her wetness had soaked his chin and her legs thrashed around his head. She screamed around his cock, and the vibrations of her moan had Hiccup nearly buckling as he erupted into her mouth. Her lips remained firmly sealed around his shaft, drinking everything he had to offer as he continued to lick and suck her folds until she finally stopped shaking.

Hiccup soon collapsed back onto the bed with her, letting her go and giving her some space to move away and catch her breath. Both of their bodies were now glistening with each other's sweat and release. Hiccup turned to her and saw some of his release dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. She scooped it up with her finger and licked it clean. Reaching around her head, Hiccup pulled her in for a passionate kiss, one which she eagerly returned. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, passing each other's tastes to each other, causing them both to groan in delight. Hiccup felt her hands roam downwards and grasp his cock again, stroking him back to hardness. While he was busy fighting her tongue for dominance, she flipped them over so she was once again straddling his waist. She could feel his rock-hard cock brush against her sopping folds, which just made her more excited.

They continued their tongue battle as Camicazi felt Hiccup run his hands up her thighs until they reach her firm backside, giving the pert mounds of flesh a firm squeeze. Her moans of delight were all the encouragement he needed to grab even harder. As he continued squeezing and rubbing her plump backside, Camicazi suddenly smacked his hands away and straddled with a hooded look of desire. Seeing her beautiful, naked figure on top of him, with her loop earrings, gilded bracelets, and arm cuffs made Hiccup breathless.

"Gods, you're beautiful, Cami," he exhaled while caressing her hips.

Snorting, she ran a hand through her hair and winked. "Flattery will only get you so far, Haddock," she then added with a grin. "So are you. Who knew you'd end up becoming such a fine man?" He watched as she then lined the tip of his cock with the wet folds of her cunt. She gave him one last smirk before she slowly began to impale herself with his throbbing member, causing them both to moan in unison.

"O-Odin's beard, Hic! You're... s-so big!" She moaned loudly as his cock spread her lips apart and disappeared deep inside her. Groaning at the feeling of her heat wrapping around him, Hiccup's mind went blank, thankfully, he was able to regain himself as Camicazi was getting acquainted with having him inside her.

"C-Cami, move!"

"Gladly," she began riding him, using her hips to fit as much of his cock inside of her as she could. "G-Gods, so good!" She moaned as she rode him at a firm pace.

He noticed her sizable breasts bouncing with each thrust of her hips. His hands acted on their own will as he reached up a grab her mounds, squeezing and rubbing them, occasionally pinching her erect nipples, sending waves of pleasure throughout Camicazi's body, causing her to moan out loudly. Pleased by the look of pleasure on her face he leaned up and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and tugging the bud with his teeth while his hand continued its work on the other breast. He noticed that her thrusts were beginning to lose some speed, so in a burst of confidence, he wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them so he was on top of her. He gave her his own playful smirk when he saw her surprised face. In one smooth thrust, he buried his cock into her all the way to the base of his shaft. He continued thrusting into her, burying his whole length inside of her with each of his mighty thrusts.

Seeing that she was about to whine in discontent, Hiccup growled. "You will lay there and let your king hump you, is that understood?" Gods, hearing Hiccup speak like that aroused Camicazi a great deal, his commanding tone made her nod furiously, causing him to grin. "Good girl. Now, lay there and take it!" He then grasped her legs and began to thrust into her at a rapid, brutal pace.

"GODS!" Camicazi threw her head back and cried out.

The Bog heir moaned and whimpered into his mouth as he leaned down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back hungrily, lips demanding and tongue battling with his.

The two of them were lost in their own little world, completely and utterly ignorant of anything else but themselves.

Including the crack in the door and a pair of wide sea-green eyes that had been watching the whole ordeal before shutting the door.

After breaking their kiss, Hiccup growled at the sight of the blond massaging her large breasts, Hiccup looked down and made sure he was flush with her hips with each thrust. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against each other, their intense breathing, and curses filled the air as they continued their dance of passion and desire. As Hiccup continued to pound into her, Camicazi removed one of her hands from her breast and began to rub against her swollen clit, which was what sent her over the edge. With a choked sob, Camicazi came, her walls constricting around Hiccup's cock, causing him to groan loudly before he too joined her in a blissful climax; planting his seed deep inside her.

He then collapsed on top of her, laying his head on her chest, using her large breasts as a pillow while he caught his breath. Smiling, Camicazi cradled Hiccup's head, placing a kiss against his sweaty brow and caressing his back.

They both lay there panting in comfortable silence as they came down from their orgasms. Finally, Camicazi squeezed his backside cheekily. "Wow, Hic... to be honest, that was ten times better than I ever thought it was going to be," She said with a grin as he lifted his head to look at her, resting his chin on one of her breasts. He just grinned at her and captured her lips in a quick chaste kiss. He slowly pulled his cock from inside of her, and Camicazi moaned softly as she felt the mixture of their combined fluids slip out and run down her thighs. They both lay next to each other on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their intercourse while kissing and caressing sweaty, naked flesh.

"Thank you, Cami," Hiccup murmured while nuzzling against her breasts, savoring the warmth of her bosom and feeling her heartbeat against his ear. Looking up at her, he continued, "thank you for being there for me not only as a friend but now as a lover." Hiccup's face broke into his signature crooked grin. One that made Camicazi smile back as she wrinkled her nose at him playfully and then pecked his nose.

"Loved ones look out for each other," Camicazi shrugged while raking a hand through Hiccup's hair, causing him to sigh contentedly against her breasts. She then gave him a mischievous grin. "You do know that we're going to go several more rounds right?"

Lifting himself up, Hiccup smirked. "I would expect nothing less from a hyperactive creature like you," he then burst out laughing as Camicazi began to wrestle with him against the furs beneath them.

Camicazi always knew how to have fun, and sex with her was no different. For the next few hours, Hiccup felt his problems, worries, and ordeals ebb away for the time being.

"Gustav, we've been out here for hours, can we head back? I'm starving!"

The young leader of Hiccup's Dragon Riders' Auxiliary turned to Äila Wîegs, the beautiful young woman and her Razorwhip, Slash trod alongside him and Fanghook while their maws illuminated the darkened forest around them. They had been out on patrol all night, and as it was nearing morning, they were beginning to tire, as were their dragons.

Eyjolf Yngvarsson and his Devilish Dervish, Ghast, joined them. "Äila is right, we've been out on patrol for hours, and we've seen nothing but forest, wildlife, and frightened Saxons staying clear of where we've established ourselves. Aren't you hungry?"

Reaching for his saddle bag, Gustav tossed Eyjolf a biscuit and some yak jerky. "That's all I've got left, after today we'll need to restock on rations when we set out on patrol tomorrow—"

"One thing at a time, Larson," Åse Bodvardottir yawned while perched on her Thunderclaw, Grunt. "I'm tired and hungry, not the best combination if you ask me." Her words caused Äila to hum in agreement.

Raudebjorn Beigrøs, son of Olaf and Grünhild, urged his Deadly Nadder, Arrow, to tread alongside Eyjolf and Ghast before looking at Gustav. "We've done all we can for today, Larson, let's head back, hmm?"

"Alright alright, we're going," before Gustav could lead his fellow riders back to York's walls, he gasped when he saw figures darting across from them. Pulling out a crossbow strapped on his saddle, Gustav pointed to the forest and murmured to his friends and companions. "We're not alone. Circle up!" They formed a defensive circle when eerie whispers filled their ears, they all readied weapons and had their shields in hand while their dragons were eyeing the forest and prepared to kill anyone who posed a threat to them and their riders.

Suddenly, a series of darts came flying out of nowhere and struck both Gustav and Fanghook, causing them both to collapse to the ground. Before the young riders could assist their friend and leader, a multitude of pale-skinned barbarians armed with weapons fashioned from tree bark, antlers, and stone rushed the young Vikings and their dragons.

"AMBUSH!"

Though they fought bravely and valiantly against these unknown barbarians, one thing was certain, they weren't Vikings or Scandinavian, judging by their accents and nationality, they appeared to be Picts.

A fact that hardly seemed relevant at the time.

As Gustav pulled the dart he had been shot with out of his skin, he felt his vision turn foggy and he groaned at the realization that he and Fanghook had been shot with a tranquilizing dart. "G-Go! Get help!" Before his companions could object, Gustav ripped the dart out of Fanghook and felt his strength vaporize at a rapid pace. To make matters worse, more Picts were descending upon them like a swarm of angry hornets, there were far too many for them to handle alone. "For the love of Thor, get out of here, now! Get Hiccup!" Gustav soon plummeted to the ground, unconscious, and his dragon soon followed.

"Gustav!" Raudebjorn cried out. He was about to dismount Arrow, but Äila barked out over the chaos.

"You heard him, let's go! We can't warn Hiccup and our people of this threat if we're all captured!" She then urged Slash to take to the air. "Come on!" Following her lead, the other riders urged their dragons to take to the air and to avoid getting shot down by their attacker's darts and bolas.

Raudebjorn wanted to stay and attempt to rescue Gustav and Fanghook, but the odds were not in his favor, and Äila was right, if they were all captured, they wouldn't be able to inform their king of the threat looming in these forests. With a frustrated grunt, Raudebjorn urged Arrow to follow the other riders as they flew back to York with haste.

These Picts would regret attacking them and kidnapping one of their own. This was a grievance that would soon be answered with blood and death.

A/N: Pretty soon, the Vikings and dragons will descend on Paris on mass, once there, they're in for some harsh welcoming from the Franks and from a certain... rodent infestation, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, be sure to leave feedback on who you'd like to see Hiccup paired up with and I'll see if I can make it happen, but until then, I'll catch you in the next update!