A/N: Alright guys, this final chapter here in England will conclude with Hiccup and his people fighting Heahmund, the Saxon kings, and Savage's Vikings in battle. I'm not gonna waste any time, let's get to it
(Normal pov— York)
As Savage waited for Hauk to finish preparations and blood ritual, he had thought about how far he had come ever since his failed coup against Dagur, he had desired to exact vengeance on those who had made him look like a fool, and by building his tribe out of nothing was the start of doing that. Despite the large number of warriors under his command, Savage knew that by building a home for his tribe to settle, he would need to make unorthodox alliances and pledge the services of his tribe to those who could pay a handsome price, therefore, earning wealth to see his people provided for as well as paying those who could help build ships and war machines on behalf of The Deviants.
Speaking of unorthodox alliances, Savage eyed the Zealots carefully as they walked among his people. In another time and under different circumstances, he would have his men slaughter every last one of the Christians and leave their corpses for wild animals to feast on, however, their temporary alliance with the Zealot Order was sorely based on the promise of acquiring coin before moving on to a land that suited them.
"I just received word, Savage. Prince Heahmund and our Christian brothers have arrived at the outskirts of York's borders, we are to lure the heathen king out of York's walls and execute him," Euclio said while handing the message to the Deviant's leader. "My men will regroup with Prince Heahmund and the remainder of our brothers while you and your Vikings lure the enemy to us at the border. Can you do that?"
Folding the message and tossing it aside, Savage gave Euclio a deadpan look. "I hope you and your brothers in Christ are ready for a fight because Haddock will certainly give you one," facing the Zealot, he shrugged. "A word of advice for you, your prince, and your brothers, do not underestimate Haddock, he's capable of the unexpected and has defeated many opponents whose hubris has gotten the better of them."
"We'll see, won't we?" Euclio then turned to the Zealots under his command and barked out. "Prepare to move out! We regroup with our brothers and England's kings at York's borders." As the Zealots prepared to march, Euclio mounted his horse and turned back to Savage, and gave him a haughty smirk. "Try not to die, I would hate to see what becomes of your pack of wild dogs when their alpha is put down like a rabid animal." Urging his horse to ride, Euclio and his men made their way out of the forest to regroup with their brethren.
Hauk Blood-Stained, who had concluded making his preparations for the inevitable fight inhaled sharply and spat a loogie where Euclio previously was. "Christian parasite," turning to Savage, the ferocious Berserker nudged his leader. "Why not kill him and his men here and now?"
"Though the thought had crossed my mind, Heahmund would undoubtedly lay the blame on us if we lied that Haddock and the fools who follow him killed Euclio and his men," snorting softly, Savage drew his sword and addressed his tribe. "Odin's warriors! Today, we fight because we seek to show those who have wronged us that no matter what they say about us, we're still Vikings, and our honor and place in Valhalla can be regained if we fight well in battle today! Glory or Valhalla!" The Deviants roared while raising their weapons high, eager to spill blood. Savage then turned to Hauk and smirked deviously. "Come, let's put an end to Dagur's pretty sister and equally pretty wife,"
"With pleasure," Hauk nodded and followed his sworn lord as the two of them, as well as the rest of the tribe of misfits, outcasts, murders, and outlaws, emerged out of the thick forest and approached the walls of York, intent on ending Dagur's family and luring Hiccup Haddock into the jaws of death.
"Mmm, H-Hiccup!"
Heather had always considered Hiccup a good friend, even when she had first met him and the others back on Old Berk all those years ago. Yes, back then, Hiccup was cute as well as very considerate, smart, and kind, but when they met again three years after reuniting with her adoptive parents, Heather, although nonchalant about the fact that Hiccup had grown far more attractive than he had the right to. While she harbored a deep affection for Fishlegs back on Dragon's Edge, over time, both Heather and Fishlegs discussed at great length shortly after Drago attacked Old Berk that things had changed and the affection they once harbored for each other fizzled away and they decided to move on but remain as good friends.
Now, here she was, on her hands and knees while Hiccup humped her from behind. She had roused him from sleep to have some time alone with him while the other women in his bed were still fast asleep. After answering nature's call, they spent a considerable amount of time engaged in foreplay, until finally, Heather wished to be back taken from behind. Gods, the feel of Hiccup's cock inside her made the Berserker lightheaded in the best way possible.
"Gods, Heather, you feel so good around my cock," Hiccup's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust himself into slick, molten heat repeatedly. Leaning down so that he was now draping over her back, Hiccup pressed his face against the side of Heather's, murmuring against her ear. "Do you like it, Heather? Having my cock inside you?" Nodding furiously at his words, Heather gasped when Hiccup wrapped an arm around her toned stomach until he began to grope one of her breasts while his other hand slid down to where they were joined and began rubbing her clit.
"AHHH! Gods, Hiccup!"
Chuckling against her face, Hiccup pressed his lips against her cheek before moving his lips to the top of her spine and along her neck. Pushing back against him, Heather let out a choked mewl each time she pushed back against him, his cock struck her deeper. The multitude of wonderful sensations was too much for Heather: his cock inside her, his hands groping her breasts and wickedly talented fingers rubbing her clit, and his lips running along the sensitive spots along her neck caused Heather to cry out in pleasure before reaching her first climax of the day. Hiccup wasn't far behind her, a few more thrusts and he groaned loudly against her neck, burying himself to the hilt before spilling his seed inside her, causing them both to moan. As he began to pull out, Heather let out a soft whine, Hiccup cooed against her ear until he pulled out of her, seeing her arousal and his slowly trickling down her lower lips caused Hiccup's cock to twitch.
"Well, that was a sight to behold,"
Both Hiccup and Heather saw Fiona smirking before turning to Camicazi who hummed in agreement. "You know, eventually, you're going to have to satisfy all of us at once, right, Hic?"
A deep blush graced his cheeks, he knew Camicazi had a point, despite having copious amounts of sex every day, eventually, he would need to satisfy all the women in his bed not just having one or the other now and then.
"Y-You mean... an orgy?"
Anna, who had tried going back to sleep perked up, eyes sparkling with excitement and a beaming grin on her face. "Oh! I like that idea!" Clapping her hands together she then gave Hiccup pleading eyes. "Can we do that, please?" Smirking at Anna's eagerness, Camicazi wagged her eyebrows at Hiccup, eager to hear his answer.
"Mmm, what is all the commotion about?" Atali lifted herself from the warmth of naked flesh and furs surrounding her.
Turning to the Wingmaiden leader, Camicazi shrugged. "Hiccup and Heather just finished some very hot, passionate sex," she then grinned, "I told our lover and king that eventually he'll need to please all of us instead of sleeping with us one at a time."
Elsa, who had been sleeping behind Astrid perked up before cocking her head in confusion before her eyes widened in realization. "Wait, are you... suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Camicazi's grin only grew wider and she merely winked at Elsa, who blushed and murmured. "Odin's beard, she's suggesting we have an orgy."
"What's this commotion about an orgy?" Astrid nudged her husband.
Running a hand through his sweaty hair, Hiccup caressed Heather's skin and sighed. "Camicazi brought up the fact that instead of bedding all of you one at a time each day, we should have an orgy and satiate our sexual appetite," noting the smile on his wife's face, Hiccup laughed nervously before giving a questioning look. "That isn't a... problem, right?"
"Last I checked, I'm the one who gave you permission to take women and solidify the Haddock bloodline," Astrid deadpanned before smirking. "It's not a problem for me. Is it for you?" All the women in Hiccup's bed eyed him, awaiting his answer.
"Uh, no, I-I suppose not," he then shrugged. "However, not every woman I take up will be involved. Eivor and Randvi for example, yes, we slept together back at Ravensthorpe, however, they recently told me that they wish to be there for their people and support our mission and reach our new homeland. Not to mention Isabel took a day ago to Thor knows where."
Fiona narrowed her eyes, curious as to what Hiccup was getting at. "What are you saying, Hiccup?"
"I'm saying that... if any woman who doesn't want join my harem has the freedom not to, however, if they choose to stay and can't produce an heir, then I'll give them the choice to remain or leave," Hiccup shrugged. "I'm still working out how this harem will stand and how many more women I want to add, especially since I already have more than enough women in my bed right now."
"Bigger is better, babe," to emphasize her point, Astrid took hold of her husband's now flaccid cock, causing him to inhale sharply in surprise before moaning softly as she stroked him until he was at full mast. "Besides, who knows who else we'll encounter as we tread across Europe to reach our new home? Who knows what kinds of beautiful women are out in these lands and beyond?"
Before Hiccup could reply, war horns sounded, causing everyone to look at each other in confusion. The young king quickly attached his prosthetic leg back on and looked out the window of his bed chambers to see Vikings pouring out of their establishments and abodes with weapons in hand. Looking beyond the wall, Hiccup could see a considerable force approaching the gates of York, however, the force approaching the city gates was unfamiliar to him.
"Hiccup? What is it?"
He then turned to face his wife and lovers. "We're under attack,"
Valka was no stranger to conflict, she had her fair share of it throughout her life, however, the conflict she now faced was a conflict between morality. To her shame, she had become a voyeur, watching her son as he established his harem slowly but surely. She was ashamed of herself for invading her son's privacy and the privacy of those he was bedding, and she was also ashamed that she enjoyed watching her son as he had sex with not only his wife, Astrid but those who now stood as Fair Queens. Each time Valka observed her son in bed with another woman, she wanted to experience the pleasure and sexual satisfaction his son's women got to enjoy nightly.
Groaning to herself, Valka knew how depraved and taboo it was to crave her son in such a manner, however, she couldn't deny her immense attraction to the man her son had become. She had abstained from sexual intercourse for twenty years she had been absent from Berk, however, the desire for intimate human contact roared louder than ever before, her late husband, Stoick, were he still among the living would undoubtedly slake her desires. Even if her husband had not been killed by a controlled Toothless thanks to Drago Bludvist's Bewilderbeast, Valka feared she would still crave her son in ways no mother ever should.
That's just it, Valka wasn't Hiccup's mother.
She recalled a time back on Old Berk, it was three days after Stoick's death, Hiccup, who wasn't one to drink away his pain and sorrows, according to his friends, was in the Great Hall and attempting to drown the pain of his father's loss and the immense burden of chiefdom with ale. Despite her efforts to coax him to stop drinking and go home for a warm bath and much-needed sleep, Hiccup's sudden verbal outburst had inflicted a sharp wound on Valka. He had told her to stop treating him like a child, she was never there for him, and therefore she had no right to tell him what to do. His outburst even scared Astrid who had accompanied Valka to help Hiccup come to his senses, he had been avoiding his responsibilities at the time because of Stoick's death and because he was wallowing in drunkenness when there was work to be done as chief. When Hiccup's drunken rage turned to Astrid, he called her a hypocrite and claimed that Berk could mourn his father's death and that he couldn't, instead of mourning, he needs to keep it together and be okay, barking out in dry laughter, Hiccup turned to Gobber, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, and everyone else present and berated them about how none of them knew what he was going through, none of them. Soon, his anger dissipated when he said that Berk lost her chief, but he lost his father, his anger was replaced with drunken hiccups, bitter tears, and retching up what he had eaten. The following day, Hiccup apologized to everyone for his behavior and harsh words, but he soon got his act together, living up to his responsibilities as chief, and doing his best to live up to his father's legacy.
Despite Hiccup's words, Valka knew that he had spoken the truth, she wasn't his mother, she was still a stranger to him, even though it had been three years after reuniting with her son and despite the time they had spent together getting to know each other, Valka knew it could never amount to the two decades she had missed out on to be with her family.
Cloudjumper suddenly nudged her from behind, gently, while letting out a worried growl. Turning to look into the eyes of her bonded dragon, Valka smiled and placed her head against the Stormcutter's, having spent two decades together in friendship, battle, and loss, Valka knew that her dragon could always tell when something was bothering her. The two of them were as thick as thieves, Valka was grateful that the gods had blessed her with such an amazing companion, despite Cloudjumper's ferociousness, he was a gentle giant.
"Morning, Valka!"
Turning around, the elder Haddock laid eyes on one of the mightiest warriors within the ranks of the Hairy Hooligans, his name was Heyral the Wise, formerly known as Heyral the Bloodthirsty, approaching her and Cloudjumper while wrapping his thick bear fur cloak around his body to keep the morning chill from creeping into his bones.
For decades before peace was made between the dragons and Vikings, he fearlessly defended the village and defeated countless dragons. As his legend grew, many claimed to have witnessed dragons flying away in fear when they saw him coming to the battlefield due to his ferocity and prowess as a mighty warrior. The Headmaster developed invaluable insight into his winged enemies through a lifetime of combat. He would lead many expeditions through the sea to find the fabled dragon nest of Helheim's Gate. Although he came back empty-handed each time, his last expedition was what put an end to his career as a dragon killer. He never talked about what happened on that trip. One Viking who followed him on the journey claimed that the Headmaster discovered a nest of baby Deadly Nadders. Though the dragons were his mortal enemies, he could not bring himself to put the hatchlings down. Disappointed in his resolve as a Viking warrior, he laid down his axe after the journey and would slay dragons no more. Years later, news of Hiccup's grand achievements reached him and reignited his interest in these winged creatures. After all, he knew how strong dragons were. The thought of Vikings and dragons working together intrigued him, and he quickly returned to action to find his place in this new world where they could coexist. To the late Stoick the Vast, Heyral was the clear choice to lead the School of Dragons. He knew that Heyral's leadership and dragon knowledge would prove invaluable to young Viking students who wished to learn everything they could about dragons. Heyral sometimes comes across as a stern teacher with strict lessons, as he demands the absolute best from his students. However, his resolve comes from knowing what is necessary to forge his students into powerful dragon trainers.
Similar to Alvin the Treacherous and the late Stoick the Vast, Heyral was a mountain of a man with barrel sized chest and large arms and relatively small and narrow legs. His hair was shoulder length and done in a simple ponytail, his beard is gathered at the end into a sort of ponytail configuration, and the long handles of his mustache appear to be braided. Heyral is missing his left forearm and wears an axe prosthesis in its place.
"Hello, Heryal," Valka greeted with a smile. "How goes training the future of our people?"
Chuckling lightly, he shrugged. "I've whipped them into shape, you know how children are, especially when they're enthusiastic," he then smiled to himself. "But I've found my calling by arming the future of our people with the knowledge they need to learn and understand the dragons whether or not they wish to ride them into battle or not. A charge your husband bestowed on me." He then sighed heavily while shaking his head. "To lose a strong, capable leader like Stoick to that coward, Drago Bludvist... it still makes my blood boil."
"Yes, despite losing my husband, he sacrificed himself so that Hiccup wouldn't die," recalling the moment when Drago's Bewilderbeast controlled Toothless to murder her son, she could still see Stoick running as fast as he could, pushing Hiccup out of the way just as a plasma blast struck him directly in the chest. Releasing a shaky exhale, Valka shook her head. "And now, the madman who robbed me of my husband and Hiccup's father is alive, if the words of the foreigner within the dungeons can be trusted."
Before Heyral could remark, the sudden roar of a dragon could be heard, however, it was a roar, unlike any other dragon they knew of. Cloudjumper looked to the sky and growled lowly, both Valka and Heryal looked to the sky, only to see Mushu touch down and stand before them. Viking sentries and guards patrolling the streets arrived, circling the foreign dragon with weapons in hand, this act of aggression caused Mushu to snarl while preparing to fire.
"No! Everyone, cease your hostility!" Valka held her hands out to the Viking warriors surrounding Mushu. "Heyarl and I will handle this." Both Valka and Heyral slowly approached the foreign dragon, while reassuring him that they meant no harm. "Easy now, we won't hurt you, I promise," Valka cooed while eyeing Mushu with great curiosity, in all her years, she had never seen a dragon the likes of him. "Where did you come from?" She thought out loud while taking in the ancestral dragon of the Fa family.
"Aye, I've seen a dragon like this one before," Heyral was in awe as he too took in the foreign dragon's appearance.
Suddenly, and much to the Viking's shock, Mushu spoke. "Where is Mulan?" The ancestral dragon of the Fa family spoke firmly. "Not long ago, my rider, Mulan, was taken by you humans. Is she still alive?"
Valka, who was the first to snap out of her state of shock that this dragon was sentient soon stammered out. "M-Mulan? The woman who we took prisoner at Ravensthorpe?"
"Yes," Mushu approached Valka and bore his teeth at her. Cloudjumper was prepared to jump in and protect his rider, Valka, however, held a hand out, holding her dragon back. "If you have killed Mulan, then I will kill those responsible. Where is she?"
Sharing a look with Heyral, Valka then spoke carefully. "Inform both Hiccup and Thormod of this. Let's hope that Mulan did not succumb to the injuries she suffered," nodding, Heyral ran to York's castle to inform the warlord of this place and the Viking king of what was transpiring at the moment.
Unfortunately, before Valka could further reassure Mushu, war horns were being sounded along York's walls, alerting everyone that something was up.
"Valka? What is wrong?"
Turning around, the elder Haddock laid eyes on Queen Mala, and in her arms was her daughter, Rune Dagursdottir, sired by the late Dagur the Deranged. The child was five winters old, and had the blood of both Berserkers and Defenders of the Wing flowing through her veins, like most children of proper age, she was being groomed for combat, and politics, as well as learning to train a dragon of her own. Rune had strawberry blond hair, piercing green eyes like her parents, and light freckles along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a black tunic with gilded outlining and details, black trousers, and boots.
"Queen Mala," Valka bowed her head in greetings before remarking. "I just sent Headmaster Heyral to fetch Hiccup and Thormod to see whether or not the foreign prisoner is still alive, her dragon has come for her." Gesturing to Mushu who stood on his hind legs, Mala was in awe of the Chinese dragon, as was Rune.
"Mamma, look at the dragon!"
Her daughter's exclaim of awe and excitement made Mala smile to herself but then she noticed several Vikings who had been stationed on York's walls run in their direction. "You there!" Barking out to a nearby Berserker shield maiden, Mala then raised a questioning eyebrow. "What is happening? Are we under attack?"
"There's a large force of Vikings outside our walls, yet they are unfamiliar to us," the shield maiden replied.
Valka stepped forwards and pressed further. "Do you know who leads this force of Vikings?"
Looking at Mala, the shield maiden pursed her lips before nodding. "Their leader is that gutless traitor, Savage, and by his side is the man who killed your husband and our late chief, Queen Mala,"
"The fact of the matter is, Hiccup Haddock is not suitable to lead us. Yes, he has the support of the people, and he has fame and reputation, but in the end, he's nothing but a boy who will lead us all to ruin in this quest of finding a new home!"
Harald Haraldson, those within the Fairhair dynasty, along with Vikings who were not fond of Hiccup Haddock were gathered in a brothel, away from prying eyes and ears while they spoke of treachery and betrayal.
"Agreed. I have no desire to be ruled by a boy who allowed his father to die because of his savior complex," Ulfbjorn of the Lava Louts grunted. "The Lava Louts and Hairy Hooligans have been fierce enemies, while that is no secret, I will not challenge Hiccup Haddock until the time is right." Murmurs and grunts of agreement filled the air from the other Viking leaders who were not happy with being under Hiccup's yoke.
Madguts of the Murderous Tribe tossed aside chicken bones after he had finished picking the meat off them, licked his fingers, and sighed. "All this talk of usurping Hiccup Haddock and overthrowing him, and yet... what will happen if we fail in this charge?" All looked to the man as he raised his eyebrows. "Harald wants to become king, and rule over us, however, if we go through in overthrowing our present king, those in his inner circle will know that we all played a hand in his downfall."
Princess Aud, who was leaning against a wall suddenly spoke up. "We cannot move against Haddock, not now! Not when we are on the verge of descending on Frankia, and Paris with the promise of unleashing a whirlwind of blood and death the likes of which they have never seen before," turning to her brother, Aud shook her head. "I know your ambition to be king over the Viking people has been one of your greatest desires in life, even as children, you spoke of one day uniting all of our people so that we can be greater than ever, however, if you cannot keep watch over your tongue, your words of betrayal and treachery may fill the wrong ears, and Hiccup Haddock will have you executed or worse."
Toka Sinricsdottir, who had accompanied Aud from Frankia spoke her mind. "I had received word from what remains of my clan not long ago, the situation for our people is most dire, and Hiccup Haddock is our best hope of avenging our fallen brothers who succumbed to the cowardice and dishonor of the Franks. I will not stand by and watch as you and these vermin conspire behind Hiccup Haddock's back."
Growling, Ulfbjorn drew his sword and pointed it at Toka. "What did you say to me, girl?"
"Enough!" Aud swatted away the Lava Lout leader's blade before turning to her brother. "Again, I understand your ambition to rule over our people, however, now is not the time to be conspiring behind Hiccup Haddock's back, not now, not when we need his keen mind to help us formulate a plan to crush the Franks and sack Paris!"
Snorting softly, Harald nodded. "Very well, sister. You always were the more... reasonable one between us," he then held his hands up in surrender when Aud glared heatedly at him. "I will cease my talks of usurping Hiccup Haddock. For now."
"I beg to differ, Harald Haraldson," Ulfbjorn said while sheathing his blade. "Those among us gathered have sworn on our sacred arm rings to support you when we decide to usurp and overthrow Hiccup Haddock, but we must be mindful of what we say! I have accumulated my wealth through the slave trade, my Lava Louts acquired a fresh stock of Saxons not long ago, many of them are women and children who will serve their purpose in more ways than one. If we fail in overthrowing Stoick's boy, then we will suffer dearly."
"Aye," Madguts grunted. "To ensure your coup does not fail, we will help from others who wish to see Hiccup Haddock come to ruin."
Before these talks of treachery could continue, war horns sounded, causing everyone gathered to tense. Aud, however, opened the door of the establishment they had gathered in and saw dozens of Vikings running.
"Oi! What's happening!"
Ignoring Madguts outburst, Aud stepped outside the establishment and as more Vikings were running, she could hear a distant chanting from beyond the city. Drawing her sword, Aud turned to Toka and urged her to follow her. Nodding, Toka drew her blade and followed her friend and the two women joined their fellow Vikings to see why the war horns had been sounded.
As the war horn continued to sound, Hiccup and Thormod were the first ones out of York's castle, both leaders rushed down the castle steps where Alvin the Treacherous, Mogadon the Meathead, Big-Boobied Bertha, Svanhild of the Jomsvikings, Eivor Wolf-Kissed, and those who stood as Hiccup's warlords awaited their king.
"Well? Do we know who's at our gates?" Hiccup inquired while affixing his forearm gauntlet in place.
"According to our sentries, they're saying that they call themselves "The Deviants," and that they're being led by that traitorous dog, Savage," Alvin said through gritted teeth.
"Savage? Here?" Tuffnut said out loud before turning to his sister. "When was the last time we saw that piece of weasel turd?"
"Oh, when he tried to overthrow Dagur on Berserker Island, but was then imprisoned," Ruffnut shrugged before smirking. "If that has-been wants a fight, we'll give him one."
"You got that right, Ruff,"
Turning around, Hiccup saw Heather approach with a stern look on her face. "Before the Berserkers and Defenders of the Wing left Berserker Island, we had heard that a renegade sect of Vikings was amassing in the outskirts of Norway plotting to exploit the chaos our homelands were undergoing," shaking her head, Heather's hands clenched into tight fists. "If Savage is the cause of my brother's death, I rip out his throat and laugh as he tries to scream."
"We need to confirm Savage is here here, Heather," Fishlegs said while turning back to Alvin. "If Savage is among these renegades, how many men are down there?"
"No more than one thousand," Alvin said. "Although we outnumber them, we'd be fools to underestimate them; they're outlaws, murderers, and disgraced warriors. They'll do whatever they must to obtain victory."
Scoffing, Eivor crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head. "Cowards, the lot of them," she then raised an eyebrow at Alvin. "You know this Savage personally, do you?"
"He was once my second in command, but now he's nothing to me," Alvin looked at Hiccup and gave him a curious look. "What do you want to do, lad?" Those gathered looked to their king, awaiting his answer.
Finally, Hiccup voiced his thoughts. "We talk to them, see what they want," he then spoke up before Heather could object. "If they do nothing but threaten and provoke us, we'll deal with them swiftly. Our time here in England is at its end, it's time we move on from this place." Summoning Toothless via dragon call, Hiccup rushed to the front gate with those he trusted right behind him.
Once Toothless was by Hiccup's side, the two alpha males of each respective species reached the front gate where legions of Vikings stood prepared. Among the number of warriors at the ready were Valka, Heyral the Wise, and Queen Mala.
"Mom!"
Turning to face her son, Valka smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder while giving him a nod in greetings. "I'm sure you've been told already, but a force of renegade Vikings are outside our walls. We don't know if they wish to fight or talk,"
"Considering that they're thieves, murderers, and dishonored warriors, I doubt they want to talk," Heyral then affixed a proper battle axe to his prosthetic stump while taking a shield from a nearby rack.
"You speak the truth, Heyral the Wise," Mala agreed, "these people have no desire to talk, they are here to fight."
Barking out a laugh, Snotlout smirked. "Then they're idiots! We outnumber them easily, we can crush them—"
"While we outnumber them, we can't underestimate them, Snotlout," Astrid said while placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Are you sure talking to them is a good idea?"
"Not entirely," Hiccup confessed, to both his wife and general," however if we talk to them, they may reveal if they're more of them hiding in the forests."
Humming in agreement, Astrid shrugged. "Alright, let's go talk to them," everyone gathered agreed with Hiccup's decision silently before ascending the ramparts of the walls.
Blowing a raspberry, Snotlout shook his head. "This is a waste of time, you know. These Vikings are the worst of the worst, we should just riddle them full of arrows and reduce them to dragon fire. You know, shoot first and ask questions never!"
"Thank you for your opinion, Snotlout," Hiccup acknowledged before setting his foot down verbally. "But it is decided, we talk to them." Groaning at his cousin, Snotlout gave up and went along with Hiccup's plan.
Upon reaching the ramparts, Hiccup and Heather looked beyond the walls and laid eyes on a sizeable Viking force several feet away from the gates of York. Many of these Vikings bore brands of a skogarmaor along their skin and even faces, telling the King of Vikings that many of these warriors were outlaws in the eyes of Viking society.
"Outsiders! I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of Vikings!" He then narrowed his eyes and demanded in a firm tone. "Whoever among you stands as the leader, step forward, so that we can talk!" Two hooded figures pushed their way through the ranks of murderers, outlaws, and misfits until they were in front of the army at their back. Taking several steps forward, one of the figures lowered their hood, revealing Savage, the man wore a malicious smirk on his face.
"Savage!" Heather seethed, her teeth bared like a predator eager to spill blood.
"Hello, Heather," bowing mockingly, he then crossed his arms across his chest. "It's been a while, eh?"
"Not long enough," she then narrowed her eyes at her late brother's traitorous subordinate. "You dare show your face here after you attempted to usurp my brother so long ago? I had hoped the plague and famine in Scandinavia had finally rid Midgard of your foulness."
Laughing, Savage grinned. "I yet breathe, it's a shame that's not the case for your brother," turning to his men, he barked out. "He was a dog that was long overdue for being put down. Wouldn't you all agree?" The Deviants laughed darkly while many more grunted in agreement.
"Your sack of sh—"
"Heather!" Placing a hand on Heather's shoulder, Hiccup leaned in and murmured against her hair. "Don't let them bait you. Something doesn't feel right." Reluctant, Heather growled before nodding at her lover and king.
Mala, who was holding back her anger for better than Heather sneered at the renegade Viking leader. "What is it that you want?"
"What I want to settle old scores, that, and I've made some new friends that are very interested in meeting you, Hiccup," Savage extended his arms. "What do you say? Care to meet me without your vast army of men and dragons? Or will you be a coward and hide behind these walls and the fools who follow you?"
Crossing his arms across his chest, Hiccup scoffed softly. "Bold words from a disloyal, oath-breaking weasel," the young king shook his head. "Unless you and your men what to be reduced to dust by the dragons within our ranks, I suggest you run with your tails tucked between your legs." Hiccup then smirked. "Or don't, if you wish to throw your lives away for petty revenge."
"I knew luring you out would be the challenge, Hiccup, you're far too clever," Savage commended before eyeing both Heather and Mala, "these two, however... you might want to make sure the leash you have around them is tight." Before Hiccup could question what Savage was talking about, the man turned the hooded Viking by his side and gave him a nod. Stepping forward, the Viking lowered his hood, revealing Hauk Blood-Stained, killer of Dagur the Deranged. "Recognize my man, you two?" Savage's words caused Hiccup to turn to the two women and he saw their faces twist with rage and he could see that they were both tense.
"Y-You! You're the man who robbed me of my husband!" Mala gasped through gritted teeth.
Grinning, Hauk extended his arms and gave a nod. "That I did, and I would do so again without pity or remorse. His father saw me banished from my tribe—"
"Because you're a depraved murderer who offered blood sacrifices to the gods, even the blood of innocent men, women, and children!" Heather reached behind her back and grabbed her axe. "I saw how you killed my brother, you carved him up like he was a piece of meat!" Tears swelled in Heather's eyes as the grotesque images of her brother's final moments flashed in her mind's eye. "You're going to pay for taking away my brother!" Her promise to avenge Dagur's death caused Savages' men to roar in laughter.
Savage, who was gripping his sides from laughing so hard then goaded. "Well then, why not come down here and do it, Heather? I do hope you give Hauk a challenge though, I fear you won't last longer than your brother did!" The Deviants once again howled in laughter and before Hiccup could stop Heather from making a rash decision, Heather leaped over the wall and landed a ferocious kick into Hauk's face, causing the banished Berserker to collapse on the ground while Heather dug her knee into his throat.
"HEATHER!"
Whirling to her right, she raised her axe to halt Savages' sword from splitting her head open. Unfortunately, Hauk landed a blow into her stomach and shoved her off of him while hacking violently, desperately trying to regain his breath. Brandishing both ends of her double-bladed axe, Heather took a battle stance and glared heatedly at Savage and Hauk. "I call a hólmgang against you, Hauk Blood-Stained and Savage the Oath Breaker! To avenge the death of my brother, Dagur the Deranged, and to rid Midgard of you!" The Deviants all readied their weapons and advanced on Heather, causing her to inhale sharply and back away slowly.
"Archers!" Hiccup barked out.
The Vikings lining York's walls raised nocked bows at the renegade Vikings below them, Savage whirled around and barked out. "Shield wall!" The Deviants quickly formed a solid shield wall while Savage himself pointed his blade at Mala. "Why don't you join us, eh? I think your late wife's sister will need all the help she can get." His taunting words caused Mala to growl and she handed Rune to one of her bodyguards before she too leaped over the wall and landed like a graceful cat. Drawing her Nodachi sword, Mala whirled it with ease before taking up a battle stance by Heather's side.
Chuckling darkly, Savage turned to Hauk and raised an eyebrow. "What say you, Hauk? Would you rather take Dagur's wife or his sister?"
Eyeing the two women, Hauk's eyes settled on Mala. "I'll deal with the wife," while drawing a sword and tomahawk, he then turned to his chieftain. "Ready when you are." Both men soon rushed the women and locked blades with them.
Hiccup, although very worried for the safety of both Heather and Mala, couldn't help but wonder what Savage meant when he said he had new friends that are very interested in meeting him, could he and his band of misfits and criminals be allied with the Zealot Order or someone else? A question for later, for now, Hiccup returned his attention to the duel below him.
Mala was as fast as a Speed Stinger, each of her heavy attacks was precise as she whittled Hauk's strength down with each blow. Sparks flew as Mala ducked underneath her opponent's blade and then landed a flying knee that sent him crumbling to the ground. Gasping, Hauk quickly rolled away from Mala's wrath as she brought her blade down where his head previously was. Before he could get back on his feet, Hauk screamed in pain when Mala's blade cut his back open. Now on his feet, the banished Berserker hissed sharply as he flexed his back, the gash he had received was serious, and he could feel blood seeping down his back.
"When facing Dagur, you fought him when he was starving and exhausted," Mala said while placing the sharp side up of her sword between the crook of her elbow and dragging it through, removing the blood off of her honed blade. "He was placing the needs of his people before his own needs of nutrition. But you and the cowards who took advantage of the Berserkers and Defenders' chaos to steal what remaining provisions we had."
"Yes. And then I mutilated your husband like a beast," Hauk laughed before looking to the wall and saw Rune in the care of one of Mala's bodyguards. Turning back to Dagur's wife, Hauk grinned. "Once you're dead, I'll make a blood sacrifice out of your daughter, and I'll take my time with her—"
Mala snarled and then swung for Hauk's throat, but he was able to barely halt her blade from removing his head from his shoulders. Smirking to himself, Hauk knew that Mala's skill with a blade far exceeded his, to beat her, he needed to get her angry, very angry.
Heather, whirled her axe while trading heavy blows with Savage, the man was just as ugly as she remembered him, however, he was no longer a lackey but a leader. While hacking and slashing at her brother's former subordinate, Heather used her axe to vault herself in the air and kick the back of Savage's head, sending him to fall face-first into a mud puddle.
"Down on the ground, laying before a Berserker," Heather humphed. "No doubt you threw yourself at my brother's feet when you still held a shred of honor."
Snarling, Savage wiped the mud off of his face and spat whatever got into his mouth before lashing out at Heather ferociously. Each blow that she blocked forced her back and eventually the two of them locked blades. "I serve no one! My only concern in life is to lead my tribe to a better future and regain the honor you and everyone else we once served stripped away from us!" As Savage's strength forced Heather down on one knee, he laughed. "I once held your life in my hands. Do you remember? My blade at your throat?"
"Yes," Heather strained with effort before standing. "Then Dagur and Snotlout came and subdued you before you and the Berserker traitors could take over." Unfastening one of her axe handles, Heather now wielded two axes in her hands. Savage's gasp of shock was soon replaced with a cry of agony when Heather managed to embed one of her axes into Savage's left hip.
Letting out a choked cry, Savage turned to his men and snarled out. "Don't just stand there and let her kill me, you idiots! Shoot her!"
Heather gasped as she turned to the hostile Vikings making an opening in their shield wall, allowing men with crossbows the opportunity to shoot her down. Before the marksman could riddle Heather full of bolts, Windshear shot a blast of fire at the enemy shield wall, sending them and the marksman flying back and spooking their horses.
Momentarily distracted by the chaos her dragon was causing, Heather couldn't react in time as Savage's fist connected with her jaw, sending her to tumble to the ground. Ripping one of her axes out of his side, Savage placed a hand over her wound and turned to Hauk who tumbled to the ground while coughing up a mouthful of his blood. Deciding to leave his best warrior to die, Savage ran for a horse that hadn't run off and mounted it before barking out. "Deviants, fall back, now!" They all scattered, running for the forest while hundreds more mounted their horses and rode after their chieftain.
Hauk, who was badly wounded miraculously found the strength to evade Mala's final judgment and rushed to an unoccupied horse. Quickly mounting the horse, Hauk looked over his shoulder to see Dagur's wife point her bloodied blade at him, silently promising him that the next time they crossed blades, he would meet his end.
"Windshear, come!" Heather mounted her Razorwhip and pointed her axe at the fleeing Savage. "After him, girl!" Roaring, Windshear flew after the renegade Viking leader.
"Heather, no!" Cursing under his breath, Hiccup turned to his warlords who were by his side. "Prepare our forces, we're going after them." Turning to his fellow riders, he gave them a firm nod. "Let's ride!"
"Haha! Finally, some action!" Snotlout exclaimed before mounting Hookfang.
As the rest of the riders followed after Hiccup, Astrid steered Stormfly to Toothless' flank and barked out at Hiccup. "What are you thinking, babe?"
Shaking his head, Hiccup spoke up. "Savage is purposely baiting Heather to pursue him and Dagur's killer as a means of drawing me out of York's walls. Why? This is a trap, most likely set up by the Zealot Order who are out there with England's kings and their armies," he then spoke with urgency. "We need to convince Heather to let Savage and Hauk Blood-Stained go to lick their wounds, we can deal with them another time."
"Uh, this is the same Heather who was obsessed with avenging her adoptive parents and tribe when Dagur destroyed them and who was as relentless as Cavern Crasher to find her long-dead father," Tuffnut pointed out.
"Yeah, she's got an obsessive nature, and I think we all know that Heather won't stop until she avenges Dagur's death," Ruffnut stated. "I mean, we're Vikings! We have stubbornness issues and when someone close to us is killed, we seek vengeance."
"None of that will matter if Hiccup is right and we're falling into the Zealot Order's net!" Fishlegs grunted while he steered Meatlug after Heather and Windshear.
As the uneasy feeling in Hiccup's stomach grew, he patted Toothless' neck. "Bud, summon the Smokebreath dragons, if this is a trap, I want to make sure our enemies are all disarmed, leaving them vulnerable," nodding, Toothless unleashed a thunderous roar, beckoning the Smokebreath dragons to follow them.
While steering away from tree branches, Astrid steered Stormfly closer to Heather, but before she could tell the Berserker to slow down, a large net was suddenly fired and encapsulated Heather and Windshear, causing them to crash down on the ground.
"Heather!"
Net launchers began poking out of the thick shrubbery and bushes before being fired at the Vikings and their dragons. "Evasive action!" Hiccup barked out over his shoulder while he and Toothless dodged incoming nets.
"Argh! What's with all the nets!" Tuffnut exclaimed while steering Belch to right.
"Hey, watch it!" Ruffnut steered Barf to the left.
A net suddenly wrapped around the twins and their Zippleback, causing them to crash into a nearby river.
"Ruff, Tuff!" Astrid had Stormfly turn around so that she could blast the net off of them. Unfortunately, Zealot soldiers emerged out of the thick bushes and formed a defensive formation around the twins and archers were pointing their nocked bows at them. "Down, Stomfly!" The Nadder squawked while descending to avoid multiple arrows, she then returned fire, and her magnesium blast melted through their armor and chainmail like a hot knife through butter. "Clear out guys, go!" Astrid barked out while lifting a shield to stop a spear from striking her down. The twins nodded at each other and had Barf and Belch break them out of the net. Once their gas had been lit, the net ripped as easily as parchment paper.
Inhaling sharply, Tuffnut exhaled and turned to his sister. "Ah, I love the smell of Zippleback gas in the morning!"
"You took the words right out of my mouth, brother," Ruffnur grinned.
Meanwhile, Heather was desperately trying to cut the ropes of the net off but was stopped when she and Windshear were surrounded by a ring of spears. Euclio, who was mounted on horseback smirked at the detained Berserker and Razorwhip. "I wouldn't, my dear girl," he advised. "Unless, of course, you and your dragon wish to die here and now." As Zealot soldiers pressed their spears against Windshear, Heather cursed out loud before surrendering.
"Heather!"
Looking to the sky, Euclio could see Hiccup and Toothless land before them, ready to fight. "Ah, you must be the devil king of the heathens," eyeing him from head to toe, Euclio snorted. "You don't look like much."
Ignoring the Zealot lieutenant, Hiccup slid off of Toothless and raised his shield, and drew Inferno. "Who are you? Heahmund?"
"That would be me!"
Whirling around, Hiccup saw a man in his mid-thirties on horseback accompanied by the English kings and other Zealot soldiers of high rank. This man was lean and well-built, he had ivory skin that gleamed in the lantern lights, and his amber eyes were like scarlet coals that could burn a man alive. He had short, yet spiky dirty blond hair and a light beard on his handsome face. Adorned in gleaming, silver armor as well as chainmail as additional reinforcement, he had a crimson cape wrapped around his body as well as a cross in the center of his breastplate.
"You are King Hiccup Haddock III, are you not?"
Despite the vast number of enemy warriors emerging out of the forest and now surrounding him and those by his side, Hiccup nodded. "I am," standing tall, he then narrowed his eyes at Heahmund. "I take it you're the "new friends," Savage and his tribe had made."
"A means to an end," Heahmund deadpanned. "All I wanted from him was to lure you out of the fortified position you held in York. And now that you're at my mercy, I will accept your immediate and unconditional surrender."
Looking to the sky, Hiccup smirked as a vast cloud of fog was fast approaching. "Here's my counteroffer, take your men and your allies, leave now, and you might just spare yourselves a slaughter,"
"Where are my family?"
A young Saxon demanded, pushing his way through the ranks of English and Zealot soldiers, Hiccup laid eyes on a young man around his age with brown hair and eyes, he wore chainmail armor, dark blue trousers, and black leather boots.
"Jack! Get back in line!"
Ignoring Heahmund's command, Jack pointed a sword at Hiccup and spoke with gritted teeth. "I am Jack Overland! My mother and sister were taken by your kind, as were many from my village here in Northumbria. Where are they?"
Before Hiccup could reply, he turned to his wife, lover, and companions and barked out. "Get down!" The Smokebreath dragons soon descended on the Christian armies like a swarm of enraged wasps as they began to strip them of their weapons, armor, chainmail, and anything metallic. During the chaos, Hiccup looked at Jack and saw him discarding his sword and quickly stripping off his chainmail armor as Smokebreaths swarmed him.
"You want to see your family?"
Turning to face the King of Vikings, Jack eyed Hiccup before the king held a hand out. "Come with me, and I'll take you to them!"
"No! Don't do it, Jack!" Heahmund cried out while desperately peeling off his armor and anything metallic. "Don't throw yourself into the arms of evil. Resist him!"
Torn between whether or not he could trust the word of a Viking, Jack knew he needed to do what he believed was right. He ran towards Hiccup, taking his hand. The young Saxon suddenly found himself on the back of a dragon as the King of Viking urged Toothless to take to the sky. "Dragon Riders, to the air!" As they climbed high enough to avoid arrows, spears, and other projectiles, Toothless roared a second time, summoning more dragons to the fray. Jack was in shock, of course, he had heard about dragons, they were supposedly creatures of myth and stories, and yet he found it hard to believe he was on the back of one and witnessing swarms of small ones completely disarm an entire army as if they were nothing.
Suddenly, a multitude of roars and heavy flapping of wings caused Jack to turn around and blanch at the sight of several Green Death Stoker dragons as well as swarms of Typhoomerangs that obeyed the will of Toothless, the King of Dragons. The Green Deaths inhaled sharply before dispersing large waves of fire that swallowed York's forests in flames as well as the Christian soldiers below. Their screams of horror and agony caused Jack's stomach to churn, he could see men being reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye as if they never even existed. While the Green Deaths reduced the forest and those in it to dust, the Typhoomerangs would move in for the kill and would either launch into the air and fire their flames in a spiraling manner, which they use to surround and trap foes and leave them to choke on the thick clouds of smoke or they hammer them again with waves of fire.
Heahmund, who had been severely burned on the top of his leg could hardly run, and so whilst the English kings and their armies and his forces were being reduced to ashes, the Catholic prince dove for the river and submerged himself into the water. The cool water was a most refreshing respite for the prince, he felt as though he was in the fires of hell itself where the nonbelievers and godless would wallow for all eternity. However, the water could only protect him for so long, he needed to be ready to make a run for it and somehow return to Rome and warn the Pope and the church of the threat of the Northmen and their dragons.
After what felt like days, the Catholic prince emerged out of the water, hacking and coughing violently as he caught his breath and gasped shakily at the carnage he now laid eyes on. The lush, beautiful forest around them had been consumed, the fetid stench of flesh from both man and horse dominated the air, and the sunny skies were now blotted thanks to the thick black clouds of smoke surrounding Heahmund. To make matters worse, the Vikings under Hiccup Haddock's command had arrived to finish off stragglers or anyone fortunate enough to escape the fire from the dragons.
While trying to escape, Heahmund cried out when a large dragon pinned him down, his wounded struck a rock, and the excruciating pain caused the prince to scream. "Haha! Snotlout!" Sliding off of Hookfang while whistling, Snotlout reached for his war hammer and loomed over the struggling prince, ready to finish him.
"Stop!"
Hiccup landed and slid off of Toothless and held Snotlout back before he could cave in the Catholic prince's head with his ear hammer. Crouching down, Hiccup placed a hand on the wound Heahmund had received, causing him to wheeze in agony. Looking over his shoulder, Hiccup spoke up. "Save him, before he succumbs to his wounds."
Snorting, his cousin gave him a confused look. "Why save him when I can bash his head open instead?"
"Our new friend Jack, here, told me that Heahmund is the prince of Christendom in Rome. If we save him, we can have him tell us what Rome has to offer should we choose to conquer it. Not only that, but he's a prince, those who care about him could pay us an attractive price for his release," Snotlout glared at Jack who shifted uncomfortably at the stocky Jorgenson's gaze before giving Hiccup a disapproving look. Standing up, Hiccup gave him a firm look. "Save him. Now." Groaning lightly, Snotlout nodded and had two Kingsguard who had just arrived to drag the wounded Heahmund away so that his wounds could be tended to by their healers.
Heather and Windshear approached Hiccup and Toothless, the King of Viking looked at his Berserker lover and gave her a worried look. "Are you hurt?" He asked while looking her over.
Giving him a reassuring smile, Heather patted Windshear's head gently. "We're fine, nothing but a few scraps from the fall, but nothing serious," she then sighed heavily. "Savage and Hauk got away, as did those who follow them."
"We'll deal with them with the time comes, Heather," Astrid promised before turning to Hiccup. "Won't we?"
"Of course we will," Hiccup replied firmly. "Savage and Hauk are merely buying for time, the next time we cross paths with them, they're done for."
As the respective forces were now on the scene, Hiccup turned to a handful of his Kingsguard and spoke softly. "Sift through the recent slaves the Lava Louts have taken here in England, I need you to find a mother and girl by the name of Overland. Go, now," the guards nodded and went to fetch Jack's family. As the Scandinavian Vikings, Sami, and indigenous forces looked to their king as he spoke up. "With this victory, England's remaining kings are no more and their armies are now dust. I will need people I can trust to hold England for the Viking people and ensure the Saxons don't regain the strength they need to launch a counterattack. Thormod Hoskuldsson, Svanhild of the Jomsvikings, and Jarl Randvi of Ravensthorpe step forward." As each Viking leader stepped forward, Hiccup returned his attention to his army. "The Saxon kings were that of Northumbria, Cornwall, and Mercia. Because of the potential this land holds in both wealth and producing food, I will England in the charge of Thormod who will continue to rule over York, Svanhild and her Jomsvikings will rule Cornwall, and Jarl Randvi and her Raven Clan may return to Ravensthorpe." Looking at the three Viking leaders, Hiccup beckoned them forward. "I leave the whole of England in your care, you all have enough men to ensure these three kingdoms are secured, and because many of your men have bonded with and learned how to ride dragons, you'll all be able to stamp out any resistance to your rule over these three kingdoms."
Thormod brandished his arm ring and bowed his head. "I swear to you on my sacred arm ring, that York and its interests as well as Northumbria will be secure, King Hiccup,"
"As will the interests in Cornwall," Svahild said while brandishing her ring, silently swearing her oath of loyalty to Hiccup.
Randvi stepped forward and gave a firm nod and smiled. "I know you wanted me and Eivor to join you beyond England, King Hiccup, but Ravensthorpe has become our home, I speak on behalf of the Raven Clan and thank you for allowing us to remain where we have decided to ultimately place our roots," she presented her ring like the other two leaders by her side. "You can assure that the Raven Clan and I will ensure Mercia is secure."
Confident in his vassal leaders, Hiccup returned his attention to his subjects, specifically to the Fairhair dynasty. "Our time here in England is at an end. The time to enact vengeance on the ruler of Paris has arrived!" Hiccup's words caused the Vikings to roar in elation, especially those of the Fairhair dynasty. "Ready yourselves; sharpen your blades, hunger for victory, and thirst for the blood of your enemies. We go to Frankia. To war!" The roars from both Vikings and dragons were deafening, but Hiccup knew that this conflict was for the Viking people, this was a matter of honor and reputation.
And in their culture, that was everything to them.
(Unknown location)
The Conqueror, flagship of the Northern Alliance sliced through the open ocean as it approached a massive island between England and Norway. Ever since the mighty junta suffered a crippling defeat off of the shores of New Berk two years ago, what remained of the Northern Alliance found asylum on an island they called The City of Bones, or merely The Citadel, since the majority of the island bore colossal bones of a Foreverwing dragon. Once establishing themselves on the lush, dragon-filled island, the dragon wranglers among the junta subjugated all the dragons while formulating a counter-attack against the Vikings of New Berk that had disgraced them in battle. Among the suitable leaders of the fractured junta was Griselda the Grievous, Chagatai Khan, and Ragnar the Rock, all of whom not only survived the armada battle between Hiccup Haddock and the Vikings who followed him into battle but also were disgraced for allowing more than half of the Northern Alliance armada to be destroyed. Although disgraced, the three warlords were the only suitable leaders left at the time to lead the junta, that was until out of nowhere, their master, Drago Bludvist, and his Bewilderbeast returned with a fleet of Samuari ships as well as a reserve fleet of ships full of warriors, supplies, and dragons that replenished the beleaguered junta. Despite suffering the loss of a tusk and being wounded by the Night Fury on Old Berk, Drago's Bewilderbeast had healed from its wounds, and like all the dragons under the subjugation of the Northern Alliance, the junta's alpha dragon was now outfitted with armor along its head and hind legs, as well as a metallic tusk to make up for the one the Night Fury had blown off.
Ahimoth and his Dragon Flyers, who had eased their flight to ensure that Zlobina had not stepped out of line to settle her vendetta against Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury soon touched down on the deck of the reconstructed, far bigger, and heavily armed flagship of the Northern Alliance. Once on the ship's deck, men approached to water and fed the armored Singetails while Ahimoth himself eyed the multitude of warriors and crewmen onboard the mighty vessel.
"Took you long enough to get back here. What happened? Were you acting as a caregiver to Grimmel's bloodthirsty daughter?"
The young leader of the Dragon Flyers laid eyes on his lover, Rae, who smirked when he rolled his eyes. "She is relentless," he groaned in annoyance while approaching his woman. "One would think that having a father like Grimmel the Grisly would teach her how to temper her bloodlust with patience."
Shrugging, Rae wrapped her arms around Ahimoth's broad shoulders. "Well, maybe we can retire to our chambers on the island and I can help... alleviate your stress." Chuckling at her offer, the two leaned in for a kiss, however, they were interrupted by the ship's shipmaster.
"Ahimoth, Drago wishes to speak with you," as the shipmaster gestured to the front of the ship, the young leader of the Dragon Flyers nodded, murmuring a brief farewell to his lover before walking to the front of the ship.
Upon reaching the front of the ship that was drawing closer to The Citadel, Ahimoth cleared his throat. "You summoned me, master?" The young man could see the shrouded figure of the man his father, Krogan, had once served turn in his direction, causing Ahimoth to stand at attention. Stepping out of the shade, Drago Bludvist revealed himself to the young flyer, his eyes bore down on him with an intense stare, but Ahimoth stood firm.
"Where is Hiccup Haddock?"
"In England, however, in my brief time within the Viking-occupied city of York, I overheard that Hiccup's Viking and dragon forces plan to invade the Frankish capital of Paris, as a means of enacting vengeance for the slaughter of their people as well as avenging those close to them," he then continued. "With that said, I also wanted to tell you that Fa Mulan was captured by the Vikings, she suffered great torture by their hands and revealed that you are indeed alive to our enemies. But because the Vikings will dispose of her, I dealt with her companions instead, or rather Zlobina and her Deathgrippers did."
Grunting in acknowledgment, Drago raised his right arm, revealing a ferocious Tormentipede dragon, which resembled that of a centipede insect, however, this dragon was about the same size as the madman's arm and it could breathe fire. The dragon soon crawled around his muscular back and affixed itself on the stump where his left arm should be. Once the dragon was in place, the madman then placed a new prosthetic arm over the dragon he had formed a symbiotic bond with shortly after he and his Bewilderbeast were expelled from Berk by the Night Fury and the dragons who were once under the control of the Northern Alliance. With this new advantage, Drago could not only use both his right arm but also his dragon-controlled limb in battle.
"Like the other mercenaries who eliminate dragons for a price within our ranks, she is one of my most valuable assets at the moment, an asset that must be kept on a tight leash," he then looked to the sky to see The Huntress looming overhead. "She'll have her moment to deal with Haddock's Night Fury, but until then, keep her in line." Ahimoth nodded in understanding, although he despised watching over Grimmel's daughter, he was ordered by Drago to keep the ruthless Dragon Hunter in line, and he would follow his orders to the letter.
"Is there anything else you require, master?" Ahimoth inquired.
Silent for but a moment longer, Drago, who had looked ahead while speaking over his shoulder. "Have you received word from Kjell, yet?"
"No. His last message did specify that he must not give that greedy, small-minded fool, Johann, any reason to doubt his "loyalty," when the time is right, however, I'm certain he'll deal with him. Once that fool is out of the way, Kjell will assume command of the forces Johann has amassed and steer them back here and further swell our numbers," Ahimoth smiled to himself. "Your son will do you proud, master."
Grunting, Drago nodded. "No doubt," his tone was... soft, affectionate, which surprised Ahimoth, he believed the madman was incapable of speaking in such a way, even if it was only but a moment. That tone was quickly replaced with a firm one as Drago's next words caused the young warrior to stand straighter. "Inform me the moment Kjell's next message reaches us."
"Yes, master,"
With a dismissive wave from Drago's right hand, Ahimoth took his leave. Now alone, Drago drowned out the exclaims of his men as they prepared to dock at The Citadel's harbor where the rest of the Northern Alliance armada was docked. The madman's thoughts took him back to Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury, as long as they live, his desire to conquer the world and rule unchallenged would never come to fruition.
To ensure his complete and total victory, Drago knew that Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury must die. Unfortunately, that time was not today. Soon though, he would finally be rid of the greatest threat to his impending domination, and he would soon rule as a god among men and dragons, unchallenged and without equal. First things, Drago had loyal servants out in the world bringing together as many forces together and ultimately bringing them all to The Citadel and forming a massive coalition that would ultimately challenge Hiccup and his Vikings for control of their dragons.
Until that time arrived, there was still much work to be done.
A/N: This next section of the story will have Hiccup hooking up with so many women, I won't spoil anything, but you'll want to stay tuned for what I have in store! Also, I might do an orgy in the next chapter with the current women with Hiccup at the moment before moving to the next woman who will join Hiccup's harem. Anyway, you know the drill, leave feedback or suggestions on who you want to see Hiccup pair up with, and I'll catch you in the next update!