A/N: SO sorry for the delay you guys. June is a VERY busy month for me, my birthday was on the 27th, and I've been caught up with personal life as well as other priorities. With that said, sorry for the wait and I appreciate your patience. Let's not keep you waiting any longer.
(The Citadel)
Harald Haraldson and his son, Ulfbjorn the Undefeated had never seen such a massive coalition of warriors in their lifetime. With this foreign force, any kingdom or empire could be sacked.
The only kingdom that Harald Haraldson wanted to be utterly destroyed was Hiccup Haddock's kingdom. Once it was destroyed, he rebuilt it from the ground up and led the Vikings into a new age of wealth, power, and prosperity; the name Haraldson would live on long after his bones had been reduced to dust, he would see to it personally.
"I've never seen such a gathering of armies," Ulfbjorn murmured. Even though he was a well-famed mercenary who had amassed a fortune, the heir to the Fairhair dynasty was left breathless at the sight of tens of thousands of ships all docked at the harbor of this island. Turning to his father, the mercenary heir raised a curious eyebrow. "You are aware that this coalition of foreign armies doesn't care about your campaign for the Viking throne, yes?"
Grunting in acknowledgment, Harald replied softly. "I'm well aware, my son. Drago Bludvist and his followers are born conquerors. And if a temporary alliance guarantees that Hiccup Haddock and his pathetic kingdom are conquered, then I am a happy man." A smirk graced his face as he turned to look his son in the eyes. "Once Hiccup is dealt with, I will assume leadership of our people and all Scandinavian people and expand the Fairhair dynasty." Looking past his son to look at the Blackstone Legion's ruthless master, Apollyon, Harald grunted. "But if we wish for our family to ascend, we must divide and conquer. Have you sent your men to speak with your aunt?"
"I have, father. Three of my best men left for Paris and will speak with your sister and mother and attempt to attain their support," he then raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And what would you have of me?"
"You, my son, will go to Hiccup's established settlement in the Kingdom of Corona. You will pose as a warrior of fortune and offer your services to Hiccup and ultimately gain his trust. When the time comes to dethrone Stoick's disappointment, you will be the blade that stabs the false king in the back."
Bowing his head in understanding, Ulfbjorn voiced his thoughts. "They will be suspicious of me, no doubt. However, I won't let them suspect that I am your son or that my loyalty is to you and our family name." He then inquired further. "When do you wish for me to depart?"
"You will leave at the earliest opportunity, my son. Time is of the essence, and you must act quickly before our alliance with the Northern Alliance and those supporting them demands that we attack Hiccup's kingdom."
Understanding the need for speed, Ulfbjorn placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. Within minutes, a dragon landed behind the father-son duo, causing them both to turn and become face-to-face with a Dashing Gripstabber, a hybrid between a Speed Stinger and a Deathgripper. The fierce hybrid approached Ulfbjorn and nuzzled its head against the heir's armored chest.
"Ah, Sting, good to see you too, boy," awarding the dragon with affectionate scratches, Ulfbjorn grabbed the dragon's head with both hands and looked into the beast's eyes. "You and I are going on a journey, and we'll be leaving very soon. I hope you're ready for a long flight." Sting growled softly, his eyes soft, as if reassuring his bonded rider that he was more than ready to fly a long-distance journey.
After packing the necessary provisions and supplies needed for the journey ahead, Ulfbjorn mounted Sting and looked to his father. Nothing needed to be said, and like any obedient son, Ulfbjorn wanted to not only see his task to completion but see that his family name took its rightful place as the rulers they were fated to be. Giving his father a firm nod, the Fairhair heir took to the sky until he and his dragon disappeared in the gloomy clouds above.
"Trouble with keeping your son by your side?"
Turning to see the heavily armored, menacing warlord of the Blackstone Legion approaching, Harald shook his head. "Not at all. I sent my son on a task. One that will benefit us all very shortly," he then gestured to The Citadel. "Are you not worried about so many foreign powers here?"
"Drago Bludvist is a man that one should not cross, however, his Northern Alliance and all the other armies gathered here are weakened by greed, personal ambitions, and of course, revenge. If the need arises, I will expose the wolves among their ranks and coax them to reveal their true nature among themselves and ultimately tear each other to pieces," Apollyon then chuckled darkly as she walked off. "They crave war like an infant craves its mother's milk, and war is what will ultimately destroy them."
The armored warlord's words echoed in Harald's mind, because despite being allies with Apollyon for the time being, he knew full well that left unchecked, she would be a great threat to his future empire. The ease with which she's able to turn brother against brother terrified him, and Harald had no intention of letting Apollyon or her zealous Blackstone Legion threaten him and his people in any way.
When the time was right, Harold would kill Apollyon himself and end her malicious schemes forever just as he would see an end to Hiccup Haddock's rule. He had been denied what rightfully belonged to his family for far too long, and now the time fantasizing about the future had long passed, now was the time to finally take action and secure the future for the Fairhair dynasty.
Kjell Bludvist made his way into his father's throne room, standing tall, and a look of sternness etched on his face. To be raised by a man such as Drago Bludvist meant that Kjell couldn't afford the luxury of a childhood. From the moment he could stand, he had been trained to fight, strategize, and persuade others to join you either with diplomacy or by spilling blood. For twenty-five years of his hard, brutal, and harsh upbringing, Kjell knew why his father destroyed his boyhood and innocence at such an early stage in his life, and it was because his father wanted to have a warrior heir who was not weak in any way.
He was Drago Bludvist's hidden blade that was now being unsheathed to ensure that the Northern Alliance attained world domination and became a new order.
Now, after returning to his father with what remained of the Muslim Coalition and his very own alpha dragon, Kjell was eager to face the Vikings and their king. Never before had his father suffered defeat, and yet somehow, the Viking's king, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III has done what more powerful warlords and rulers had failed to do— defeating Drago Bludvist. The young Bludvist had heard of the King of Vikings' reputation, and it was quite impressive. Not only did this barbarian king possess a Night Fury, but his victory over Drago and the Northern Alliance led to countless other campaigns and several other victories throughout the Christian lands of Europe.
Part of being a warrior is admiring another well-accomplished warrior, and although he had not met the man, Kjell found himself respecting Hiccup Haddock for not only his accomplishments in battle, but also for his keen intellect and wise leadership; he was a king who saw the wisdom of peace and growing his forces strength, and he was a ruler who went to war only if it was essential. All qualities that were worthy of praise, after all, a wise leader should never seek conflict at the expense of your people.
The young Bludvist's thoughts on the Viking king were interrupted when his father greeted him. "My son!" His booming voice caused the other warlords and generals in this coalition forcer to turn their heads in his direction. Many of them were his father's most loyal leaders, and although they respected him a great deal, many still saw him as a child, which annoyed Kjell greatly. "With your arrival, I can announce with confidence that at long last, we can set our sights on the Viking people that reside within the Kingdom of Corona. A Christian kingdom in Germany."
"Ha! Finally, we can show Stoick's boy the price for embarrassing the Northern Alliance!" Ragnar the Rock exclaimed boisterously.
Grunting in agreement, Griselda the Grievous then sneered. "After nearly killing us and leaving our armada crippled, and rendering our dragon army null and void, I'm eager to soak my blade with Hiccup Haddock's blood—"
"He's not meant to die, Griselda. Not yet," Drago's words, causing the warlords to stand straight as they shared curious looks before giving their master their attention. "When Apollyon and her Blackstone Legion arrived at our shores, they were accompanied by Viking mercenaries that are loyal to Ulfbjorn the Undefeated, son of Harald Haraldson of the Fairhair dynasty. Who has been sent by Harald to infiltrate Hiccup Haddock's ranks presents himself as a soldier of fortune and wins the boy's trust. When we arrive, however, Harald's son will turn on Hiccup Haddock and see to it that he suffers a fate worse than death."
One of the generals soon spoke up. "A bold plan, master. And what fate do you have in store for the Viking king?"
Stepping forward, Kjell offered a suggestion. "The Roman people of Constantinople are always looking for new slaves, as I learned in my brief time in that gem of a city. Its bloated emperor purchases many slaves to serve in his palace, fight against other slaves for his entertainment, or use them for his pleasure," shrugging, the young Bludvist smirked. "After ripping away his kingdom and watching what he's built for his people burn to ash, make him a slave and allow him to wallow in grief, loss, and failure until it breaks him."
Many of the warlords voiced their agreement, cruel smiles on their faces. Others merely had stern looks, telling those present that they didn't support the suggestion fully. In the end, Drago had the last say, as all eyes looked to their master, the hulking war master smirked.
"Were we to sell Stoick's whelp to Constantinople's bloated emperor, he would suffer unimaginable things. And since Hiccup Haddock is a man of renowned reputation, he will be a prize that will be kept on a tight leash." Giving his son an approving smile, Drago then turned to his warlords. "It's settled then."
"Master, with respect, this is a mistake," one of the warlords stepped forward, voicing their opinion. "Revenge is a key factor in the Viking's way of life. And if by some miracle Hiccup Haddock escapes slavery, he will return stronger than ever, raise an army to challenge us, and perhaps finish us off completely."
Noting that a handful of other warlords agreed with the words spoken, Drago considered this, of course, he did. However, hubris got the better of him, and he dismissed the warning that had been voiced. "You overestimate the Viking king. The Romans will keep Hiccup Haddock in line for us," Drago eyed the anxious warlord like a predator who had picked up the scent of blood. "Are you afraid of Hiccup Haddock?" Slowly approaching the warlord with a sword in hand, Drago pointed the blade at the warlord's face. "ARE YOU?!"
"N-No, master!"
Narrowing his eyes at the stammering warlord before him, Drago nodded, lowering the blade from his face before turning away. As soon as the warlord released a shaky exhale of relief, Drago let out a roar as he turned around and swung his blade at the fearful warlord's head, decapitating them. A geyser of blood spewed from out, wetting many of the other warlord's armor and causing them to back away as the now headless warlord crumbled to the floor and their head rolled in a pool of blood. Kjell merely sneered at the sight, he had been exposed to his father's cruelty from a young age, and such grotesque displays no longer made him weak in the stomach, sleepless at night, and sympathetic towards those who were unfortunate enough to suffer his father's wrath.
Lifting his blood-soaked blade at the warlords gathered, Drago narrowed his eyes at them all, even those who were here as guests. "Does anybody else wish to voice their pathetic fears about Hiccup Haddock?" None of the leadership holding the Northern Alliance dared to, out of fear of losing their heads, they all kept silent. "I thought not." Drago sheathed his stained blade and then turned to the guards keeping his... guest contained. "Bring him." The guards each grabbed Harald Haraldson by the arm and led him to Drago and his warlords.
"Hmmph. So, you are the one who defies Hiccup Haddock's rule?" Looking at Harald from head to toe, Drago sneered. "Why come here and turn on your kind?"
With a clenched jaw, Harald shook his head. "Not my people. I have turned on Hiccup Haddock," he corrected the lumbering leader of the Northern Alliance. "He was never meant to rule over the Viking people. His ascension as King of Vikings was based out of fear and desperation!" Bearing his teeth in recollection of being turned down to lead, Harald continued. "I may not have much to offer at the moment, save for my intimate knowledge of the Viking people and command of my son, Ulfbjorn's mercenary forces, but the rest of my family has Paris, the capital of Frankia. My sister, Aud rules as its de facto queen, but she has the Fairhair army under her command. If we were to meet with my family and sway my family to your cause, we would expect ample reward."
Caressing his braided goatee, Drago snorted. "You want to rule as the new King of Vikings," his statement was followed with dry laughter before contemplating if he should allow such a thing. Drago didn't see Harald Haraldson as a true threat to his plans, however, only a fool would underestimate a man with Harald's ambition and greed. The man was a serpent, and given enough time, the serpent, though it may be loyal for the time being, would one day reveal its fangs and the sting of his venom would either result in his death or his plans coming to ruin. Either way, Drago chooses to keep Harald close, recognizing the potential threat he poses, the ruthless warlord understands that Harald's betrayal could have dire consequences, potentially leading to the end of his life or the unraveling of his carefully laid plans. "Serve me well, and we will discuss how you will be rewarded, Harald Haraldson." Drago then narrowed his eyes at the Viking and hissed. "Betray me or fail to bring an end to the threat that Hiccup Haddock poses, and you will not live to see your ambitions come to fruition."
Bowing his head in submission, Harald says nothing, he doesn't need to. He would be a fool to cross Drago Bludvist. But he also knows that he can't trust Drago to keep his word when discussing the matter of receiving payment once Hiccup's kingdom falls. He knows if he wants to secure the mantle of King of Vikings without challenge, he'll need to be several steps ahead of Drago and ensure his family and his people survive the madman and those who follow him.
(Germany— Viking settlement)
Robin's fury burned hot as he landed blow after blow on Zlobina's spies, their bodies bruised and battered from the interrogation. Despite the physical punishment they endured, the spies remained defiant, their lips sealed with unyielding determination to protect their leader and their secrets.
Feeling the weight of desperation heavy upon him, Robin turned to his loyal companion, Merlin the Boneknapper, for assistance. The dragon's menacing growl filled the air, his skeletal form radiating a fiery glow that illuminated the dimly lit cell, casting menacing shadows against the walls.
"I'll have Merlin sear your flesh to the bone unless you tell me what I want to know," Robin's voice rang out with a cold edge, the threat hanging heavy in the air as he sought to extract the information he needed to locate Zlobina and her formidable allies.
The spies, faced with the daunting presence of the fiery Boneknapper, faltered for a moment, their resolve wavering under the threat of imminent pain and suffering. With Merlin's fiery presence looming over them, the spies knew that time was running out, and that the choice to remain silent might hold dire consequences.
In the background, Viggo Grimborn, Robin's mentor and guardian, watched the interrogation unfold with a mix of concern and impatience. Every passing day that his daughter remained in the clutches of Zlobina and her allies signaled a growing fear of losing her forever. The weight of responsibility and worry pressed heavily on Viggo's shoulders, his silent anguish a stark contrast to the fiery determination displayed by Robin in his desperate quest to locate and rescue his kidnapped daughter.
As the interrogation continued and tensions mounted, the fate of Viggo's daughter hung in the balance, the shadows of uncertainty and danger looming ever closer. With Merlin's fiery presence as a stark reminder of the consequences of defiance, the spies faced a critical decision that could determine the course of their fates and ultimately lead Robin closer to the dangerous adversaries that awaited him.
As the spy defiantly refused to divulge any information, spitting out ominous words of impending doom, Robin's silent signal to Merlin signified the next phase of interrogation. With a nod of acknowledgment, the Boneknapper unleashed a fiery blast, searing the spies' flesh and eliciting cries of agonizing pain that reverberated through the cell.
Viggo's sneer of satisfaction at the sight of the spies' suffering revealed his simmering anger and determination to deal with Zlobina and her allies once and for all. The pain inflicted upon the spies was merely a prelude to the retribution he planned to exact upon those who had wronged them. First the spies, then Zlobina herself would face the consequences of their actions.
A sudden interruption in the form of one of Hiccup's bodyguards drew their attention. The urgency of the impending Dragon Race reminded them of their duties, and the need to maintain appearances in the face of the gathering excitement and anticipation. With a reassuring nod from the bodyguard, Viggo knew that the prisoners would be watched over in their absence.
"Of course," Viggo responded, his tone composed as he turned to Robin, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Come, my boy. Let us take a momentary respite." Amid their mission and the urgency of their quest, a brief moment of rest and reflection was a welcome respite amidst the turmoil and chaos that surrounded them.
With a heavy heart and a mind filled with determination, Robin followed Viggo as they left the scene of the interrogation behind. The weight of their mission and the fate of Viggo's daughter hung heavy in the air, their steps echoing with a silent resolve to face the challenges ahead and emerge victorious in their quest for justice and redemption.
As they emerged from the jails, Viggo met with his cousin Lars II and his trusted ally Skegg, their expressions a mix of determination and concern. The blinding light of the radiant day momentarily stunned their vision before they adjusted to the brightness, revealing the vast gathering of tens of thousands of Scandinavian people, Viking and otherwise, along with visitors from Corona who had been invited by Hiccup to witness the Dragon Racing event.
"Big turnout for the event," remarked Skegg with a grunt, his voice reflecting the sheer magnitude of the crowd that had assembled for the competition. The former Dragon Hunter then turned to Viggo, noticing the weight of worry that lingered in his eyes. "Still nothing from those spies?"
Viggo shook his head with a heavy sigh, the burden of his concern visible in his expression. "If they don't break, I will personally burn down every square inch of this forest and flush Zlobina out of her rat hole through a scorched-earth campaign until I get my daughter back," he declared with a fierce determination, his resolve unflinching in the face of his daughter's abduction.
Lars II issued a cautionary response to his cousin's threat, voicing his concern for the potential risks involved. "That could cost Alina her life," he warned, recognizing the fine line between seeking justice for his daughter and putting her safety at further risk.
Robin, ever the strategist and determined ally, stepped forward with a plan. "Give me more time. Those two fools are holding strong for now, but everyone breaks. They'll break once I apply more pressure," he assured his companions, his confidence unwavering as he spoke.
Viggo nodded in agreement, accepting Robin's strategy with a sense of grim satisfaction. "Very well, dear Robin. When you extract the information from them, we'll go straight to Hiccup. I want my daughter back and Zlobina dead," he declared, the unyielding determination in his voice a testament to his unwavering commitment to rescuing his daughter and seeking justice for the wrongs that had been done against them.
With their sights set on their ultimate goal and the stakes higher than ever, Viggo, Lars II, Skegg, and Robin prepared to navigate the challenges that lay ahead and pursue their quest for vengeance and redemption in the face of formidable adversaries and dangerous adversaries.
"Place your bets! Come on everyone, place your bets right here!" A Viking yelled at the entrance of the Great Hall. It was a warm mid-morning; perfect weather for a Dragon Race. "Place your bets on the teams competing in this year's Dragon Race!"
Vikings, Sami, Inuit, and all Scandinavian people under Hiccup's rule made their way inside the Great Hall where Snorre the Stern's companions were inside to collect the people's wagers.
"Odin's beard, this is looking like it's going to be the best Dragon Race we've ever had!" One of the Vikings, a Hairy Hooligan, Snorre the Stern, barked out over the exclamations of the people.
"I know! The last time we had a Dragon Race was back on Old Berk! This is going to be crazy!" Alf Ballisson, another Hairy Hooligan exclaimed.
The scene at the Dragon Race arena was bustling with excitement and anticipation as the Vikings placed their bets on which team would emerge victorious. The atmosphere was charged with energy, but despite the high stakes, the Vikings remained civil, avoiding any brawls or conflicts that could have marred the event. Especially when Hiccup made clear numerous times that he wanted to keep the peace among the respective tribes and kingdoms, Viking or otherwise. As the bets were finalized, the crowds of Scandinavians made their way to strategic spots around the arena to get the best view of the action. The spectators were eager to witness the thrilling Dragon Race unfold, with dragons soaring through the sky and riders showcasing their skills and teamwork.
Businessmen among the Vikings saw an opportunity to capitalize on the event by offering food and refreshments to the spectators. They set up stalls and carts, selling a variety of foods and drinks to the hungry crowds, and making small fortunes in the process. The aroma of roasted meats, cooked mutton, seared yak, freshly baked bread as well as pastries, and spiced ale filled the air, adding to the festive atmosphere of the Dragon Race.
As the teams were gathered together and making final preparations, Hiccup was adding his war paint and smiled as he recalled that it was his father, Stoick who had suggested that they add the paint while competing against each other. After all, they were warriors, and the whole point of the Dragon Race was to compete for victory, if Vikings couldn't release the pent frustrations of life, they would release their troubles in a negative way that could potentially lead to infighting. This way, those competing against each other would be positively releasing their pent-up emotions.
"Looks like today will be a day to remember for a while, eh, bud?"
The Night Fury barked out happily at Hiccup before bouncing around excitedly, eager to compete against so many new challengers. Laughing at his reptilian companion's enthusiasm, Hiccup turned to see Merida and her guards approach. "Queen Merida," he bowed his head in both greetings and out of respect for the Queen of Scots, he then smiled. "I trust that my wife and my Fair Queens who are too pregnant to compete in today's race will ensure you and your people have good seats to view the event."
"Aye. They have, and we have been provided with Viking delicacies to enjoy while watching the event."
Hiccup and Merida share a moment of mutual respect and understanding that transcends centuries of animosity between their respective people. As Hiccup admires Merida's strength, leadership, and beauty, he sees an opportunity to forge a new path of reconciliation and unity between the Scots and Vikings.
Merida's gratitude towards Hiccup for his efforts sparks a desire within him to bridge the gap between their cultures and create an alliance based on friendship and respect. Hiccup recognizes the potential for a lasting partnership that could bring prosperity and harmony to both their lands and serve as a beacon of hope for others.
Drawing on his own experiences of overcoming prejudice and misconceptions about dragons, Hiccup believed in the power of understanding, empathy, and cooperation to bring two seemingly disparate groups together. Just as he demonstrated with Toothless, showing the Vikings that dragons are intelligent and loyal creatures, Hiccup seeks to show the world that different peoples can come together and find common ground through shared values and a commitment to peace.
His vision for an alliance with the Scots is not just about forging a political or warrior partnership but about building a lasting friendship that transcends cultural differences and historical grievances. Hiccup hopes to set an example for others to follow, demonstrating that unity and cooperation can overcome even the deepest divides and create a better future for all.
As he and Merida work towards this shared goal of alliance and friendship, Hiccup's belief in the transformative power of connection and understanding shines brightly, inspiring others to follow their lead and embrace a future built on cooperation, trust, and mutual respect.
"I'm glad to hear that, Queen Merida," Hiccup finally responds with a smile. "Despite those among us who would see us remain as enemies, I wish to rise above the transgressions of the past and fly towards a horizon that benefits both of our peoples. But it can only work as long as both our people cooperate."
Nodding in agreement, Merida tucks in a curly strand of her red hair behind her ear and then approaches. "I would love to further discuss such matters with you. Perhaps later on?" Despite the important matters of keeping the peace between their peoples, Hiccup noted something in Merida's tone. It was... seductive. An invitation to do more than just discuss how to cooperate. And Hiccup would be rude to turn down her offer, even if it was just discussing ways to ensure peace is kept between Scots and Vikings, Hiccup hoped that their private meeting later on would lead to something more.
"Perhaps," Hiccup smirked. Before they could speak further, horns sounded, signifying that the race would soon commence. Turning back to Merida, the Viking king gave her a firm nod. "You should get to your seat. You won't want to miss a moment of the race."
Bidding each other farewell for now, Hiccup and Toothless approached their team. They too were adding the finishing touches to their war paint and their dragon's paint as well. Their team, however, was short, due to Astrid and Ruffnut being pregnant and to ensure they didn't get hurt, they were to watch the spectacle with the rest of their people. However, to replenish their numbers, Thorhild, Tuffnut's wife would be riding alongside Tuffnut on Barf and Belch. Gustav and Adelaide would be playing for Team Haddock in this year's Dragon Race. Finally, Valka and Cloudjumper would be competing on Hiccup's team as well, Hiccup knew that having his mother on his team was a great advantage, especially since she was one of the best dragon riders in his kingdom, and her skills would be a great asset to his team.
As the tension mounted and the excitement buzzed in the air, Gustav and Adelaide meticulously applied the finishing touches to their war paint, their eyes gleaming with determination and anticipation. Beside them, Valka, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, and Thorhild stood ready, their dragons adorned and primed for the upcoming challenge. The group's gaze turned toward their leader, Hiccup, and his loyal companion Toothless, the Night Fury standing tall and proud by his side.
Hiccup's voice rang out strong and clear as he addressed his team, his words filled with passion and determination. "Today, we face fierce competition. Hasten the Hateful has chosen his finest Danes and their dragons to challenge here today," he began, his gaze sweeping over each member of his team. "But we are Vikings, fierce warriors with hearts as mighty as our dragons. We have trained hard, we have prepared well, and now it is time to show all Scandinavian people and our esteemed guests what we're made of."
His eyes alight with a fierce determination, Hiccup continued, "We face skilled opponents who hunger for victory, but we have something they don't: true friendship, unwavering loyalty, and the unbreakable bond between rider and dragon. Together, we are stronger than any rival, more united than any challenge that stands in our way."
A wave of camaraderie and determination surged through the group, a shared sense of purpose binding them together as they stood on the brink of the upcoming Dragon Race. Each member felt the weight of Hiccup's words, the call to embrace their strength, their skill, and their unwavering belief in each other.
With a final note of encouragement, Hiccup raised his fist in a gesture of unity. "Let's ride into this race as one, fight with the fire of our dragons, and show the world that the bond between Viking and dragon is unbreakable. Let's show them what we're made of!"
The group responded with resounding cheers, their spirits ignited with a fierce determination to conquer the race ahead. As they mounted their dragons, the wind at their backs and the thrill of the competition in their hearts, Hiccup and his team rode forth with a shared purpose, ready to face any challenge that came their way and emerge victorious as champions of the Dragon Race.
As the Vikings and Scandinavians, and even many of Corona's citizens and nobles gathered to spectate the impending Dragon Race, Astrid stood proudly cradling both Zephyr and Nuffink in her arms, her baby bump of her impending third child on display for all to see. The anticipation and excitement in the air were palpable as the crowd waited for the race to begin. Astrid, along with the other Fair Queens welcomed the arrival of Queen Arianna and Rapunzel, along with a handful of Corona's nobles and hundreds of its people who had come to witness the spectacle.
Rapunzel, seated next to Astrid, was in awe of the scene unfolding before her. She turned to her friend and lover, the Viking queen, with a curious look. "This is amazing," she remarked, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "How does the game work?"
Astrid smiled at Rapunzel, her gaze filled with warmth and a hint of excitement. With an air of confidence befitting a warrior queen, she explained the intricacies of the Dragon Race and the rules that governed the competition.
"The Dragon Race is a test of skill, trust, and the bond between rider and dragon," Astrid began, her voice steady and authoritative. "Riders and their dragons will navigate a challenging course filled with obstacles and surprises, showcasing their agility, bravery, and teamwork."
"To make a long story short, Dragon Races are chaotic, exhilarating, and adrenaline racing," Ruffnut, who was too pregnant with Fishleg's child to compete would watch from the side. Smirking at Rapunzel, who looked even more excited, Ruffnut then winked. "We'll show you how to play once you bond with a dragon."
She went on to describe the different stages of the race, from the flying challenges to the ground obstacles, each requiring precise coordination between rider and dragon to successfully maneuver through. Astrid's passion for the race and her love for dragons shone through as she detailed the nuances of the competition, painting a vivid picture of the intense and thrilling event that was about to unfold.
As the crowd listened attentively to Astrid's explanation, the excitement in the air grew, anticipation building for the start of the Dragon Race, that, and not every Scandinavian community ever did Dragon Races, only the Hairy Hooligans of Berk invented the sport, and participated in it, and now they were sharing what they had created with the rest of their people. With each word spoken by the Viking queen, the spectators could feel the energy and camaraderie that filled the air, uniting them in a shared sense of adventure and celebration. And as the race was about to begin, the collective spirit of the crowd soared, ready to witness the thrilling spectacle that would unfold before their eyes.
"Oh, gods! I can't maintain my excitement any longer. This sounds amazing!" Anna squealed with glee while clapping her hands.
Placing an easing hand on her sister's shoulder, Elsa laughed softly. "I feel the same, dear sisters but try to maintain yourself just a little while longer. After all, we're still ladies of standing." She then looked at Astrid with a curious look. "Who's competing against Hiccup and his team?"
Groaning in annoyance, Astrid replied with disdain. "Danes under the command of Haesten the Hateful," she then explained further, "he's using this an opportunity to not only humiliate Hiccup, but perhaps sabotage the peace between the collective tribes and peoples gathered."
The weight of the potential threat hung heavy in the air, prompting Raya, Namaari, and Mulan to exchange knowing glances. It was Mulan who spoke up next, offering her support and vigilance. "We can serve as an extra pair of eyes to watch for any signs of treachery, Queen Astrid," she proposed, her voice steady and determined.
Gesturing towards the various groups of Vikings and Scandinavians present, Mulan inquired further, "Could you point out to us which of these groups belongs to this figure, Haesten the Hateful? We will keep a vigilant watch and ensure that no harm comes to Hiccup, his team, or the unity of our gathering."
Astrid scanned the crowd, her gaze settling on a group of fierce-looking warriors standing under a bold banner bearing the symbol of the Haesten's Danes. "There," she pointed discreetly, her eyes narrowed with determination. "Keep a close eye on them, for he may seek to disrupt the peace that we've worked so hard to achieve."
With a newfound sense of determination and unity, the group of powerful women stood ready to protect their allies and ensure the safety and success of the Dragon Race, their collective strength poised to thwart any attempts at treachery or discord.
Raya's steadfast vow resonated with determination and resolve as she stood firm, a stalwart guardian of unity and peace. "We will not allow Haesten and his men to disrupt this day of unity," she declared with unwavering strength, her words a powerful shield against any threat that dared to challenge the harmony they had come together to celebrate.
Namaari's smirk held a glimmer of danger as she showcased her lethal weaponry, her newly forged razor-sharp, gilded claws gleaming ominously on her left hand as she patted one of her dual blades with her right. With a subtle display of readiness and confidence, she made it clear that she was prepared to defend her allies with fierce determination.
"If they dare to bring harm to anyone here, they will face dire consequences," Namaari stated firmly, her tone tinged with a hint of menace. The glint in her eyes revealed her readiness to take swift and decisive action against any threat that dared to disturb the peace of the gathering.
Astrid's smirk mirrored Namaari's, a spark of defiance reflecting in her eyes as she added, "Let's hope Haesten is foolish enough to try something."
Mulan, ever the strategist and protector, turned to the two princesses of Kumandra with a gesture, silently beckoning them to join her. Together, they departed from the pulpit, leaving behind the shelter of the royal family as they moved with purpose and determination to stand vigilant against any potential threat that loomed on the horizon. Mounting their respective dragons, the Asian women flew off while keeping an eye on the potential trouble makers without drawing attention to themselves.
With Raya, Namaari, Mulan, and Astrid united in their resolve to safeguard the peace and unity of the gathering, their collective strength and unwavering determination stood as a formidable barrier against any forces that sought to disrupt the harmony of the day. As they prepared to face the challenges ahead, their bond of solidarity and their shared commitment to protect their allies and foster peace shone brightly, a beacon of hope and strength amidst the shadows of uncertainty.
As the tension in the air simmered and the Dragon Race drew closer, one of Astrid's loyal Blue Valkyrie bodyguards leaned in and whispered a piece of crucial information into her ear. Astrid's attention was swiftly captured by the whispered words, her expression shifting slightly as she absorbed the news.
Turning her head slightly, she caught sight of Merida and her Scots approaching, their determined strides and fiery spirits a stark contrast against the backdrop of anticipation and camaraderie enveloping the gathering. The sound of their footsteps carried a sense of purpose and readiness, signaling their arrival as they drew nearer to Astrid and her companions.
As Merida and her inner circle approached Astrid and Hiccup's Fair Queens, Astrid greeted them with a warm smile. "Queen Merida, welcome," she said graciously, gesturing towards the seats beside her. "Please, get comfortable, the race is about to begin."
Servants appeared, offering the Scots the finest quality of foods and honeyed ale to enjoy while spectating the Dragon Race. The spread was a feast fit for royalty, with delicacies from the land and sea tempting the taste buds of the guests.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Queen Astrid," Merida said appreciatively as she took her seat and glanced around at her companions, who eagerly accepted the offerings.
Astrid nodded, a look of camaraderie and respect in her eyes. "Of course, it's the least we can do," she replied warmly, happy to share in the excitement and camaraderie of the Dragon Race with their honored guests.
As the spectators settled in and the tension and anticipation in the air mounted, Astrid, Merida, and their companions prepared to witness the thrilling spectacle about to unfold. The camaraderie and spirit of unity between the Vikings, Scots, and their allies created an atmosphere of celebration and shared adventure, as they awaited the start of the exhilarating Dragon Race.
Jasmine, the former Sultana of Agrabah, was fascinated by the concept of the Dragon Race. In recent days, she had been strengthening alliances with Hiccup by providing trade partners and resources that could benefit their community in the future. Her bond with the Deathsong dragon, Garf, had grown strong, as the dragon reminded her of her beloved tiger, Rajah, with his noble nature and fierce loyalty.
As Jasmine watched the preparations for the Dragon Race, her eyes glittered with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. The energy of the event was contagious, and she felt a sense of camaraderie and connection with those gathered to witness the exhilarating competition.
Approaching Astrid, Hiccup, and their companions, Jasmine greeted them with a warm smile. "This Dragon Race is truly a remarkable tradition. I am honored to be a part of this event and to witness the bond between rider and dragon in action," she said, her voice filled with admiration.
As the spectators settled in and the tension in the air mounted, Astrid, Merida, and their companions prepared to witness the exciting spectacle of the Dragon Race about to unfold. The camaraderie and spirit of unity between the Vikings, Scots, and their allies created an atmosphere filled with celebration and shared adventure, as they eagerly awaited the start of the exhilarating competition.
The sounds of Vikings sounding their horns echoed throughout the arena, their powerful blasts commanding attention and ultimately silencing the uproar from the excited spectators. The crowd hushed in anticipation as Bucket and Mulch, the lively announcers, took center stage to make a grand announcement.
"Attention, all Scandinavians!" Bucket's voice boomed, cutting through the air with a sense of excitement. "It's time for another epic Dragon Race!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their joy and enthusiasm reverberating throughout the arena as the prospect of yet another thrilling Dragon Race stirred their hearts. The Vikings, Scots, and their allies cheered in unison, united by their love for adventure and the exhilarating competition that lay ahead.
However, the cheers were soon stifled as Mulch stepped forward to introduce the teams competing in this year's race. His voice carried a sense of anticipation and reverence as he listed off the names of the skilled competitors, building suspense and excitement with each announcement.
"We have our king, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III leading Snotlout and Adelaide Jorgenson, Fishlegs Ingerman, Thorhild and Tuffnut Thorston, Gustav Larson, and Valka Haddock. This is Team Haddock!"
The roars of the crowds were deafening as they cheered for their king and those on his team. The Jorgenson's in particular were all but cheering at the top of their lungs for their children.
As the atmosphere crackled with excitement and anticipation, Mulch's booming voice filled the arena once more, introducing the next team in the lineup: the Danes under Heasten the Hateful, Team Haesten. A hush fell over the crowd as the fierce-looking team stepped forward, their presence commanding attention and respect.
The Danes, known for their fierce reputation and formidable warriors, were a striking presence in the arena. With steely gazes and a determined stance, they made it clear that they were not to be underestimated. Heasten the Hateful, their leader, stood at the forefront, exuding an aura of authority and confidence that was impossible to ignore.
This team of Danes was a sight to behold, their fierce demeanor and unwavering determination clear for all to see. The mere fact that they were the first Danes bold enough to partake in a sport like Dragon Racing spoke volumes about their courage and willingness to test their mettle in new and challenging endeavors.
As they were introduced to the crowd, the Danes under Heasten the Hateful were met with a mix of awe and apprehension. The spectators watched with a combination of curiosity and respect, their eyes tracking the formidable team as they prepared to showcase their skills in the upcoming race.
Determined to make their mark and prove themselves as worthy competitors, the Danes exuded a sense of quiet confidence and readiness. With eyes set on the prize, they were geared up and focused on emerging victorious in the Dragon Race, ready to face the challenges ahead with a fierce determination that matched their reputation.
As the tension mounted and the anticipation reached a fever pitch, the crowd braced themselves for the thrilling competition that lay ahead. With each team bringing their own unique strengths and strategies to the race, the stage was set for an exhilarating showdown that would test the limits of both rider and dragon.
The atmosphere was charged with energy and anticipation as the teams were revealed, each one met with enthusiastic cheers and applause from the eager onlookers. The sense of unity and camaraderie between the different factions only added to the electric atmosphere of the event, creating a feeling of shared adventure and celebration among all those in attendance.
As the competitors lined up at the starting line, their dragons restless and ready to soar, the tension mounted, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch as the countdown began. With the cheers of the crowd swelling around them, the competitors braced themselves for the adrenaline-fueled thrill of the Dragon Race that was about to take them on a whirlwind journey through the skies.
Eventually, Bucket and Mulch announced that the race would now begin, As Viking horns sounded, the racers and their dragons took to the sky, the rush of wind and the thunderous beats of dragon wings filled the air as the competitors surged forward, their dragons propelled by a primal instinct to fly ahead. Astrid, the Fair Queens, and everyone witnessing the race fixed their eyes on the racers as they weaved through the clouds, their hearts pounding with exhilaration.
As the races began, the cheers and shouts of the spectators filled the arena, creating a cacophony as dragons and riders raced across the sky. The Vikings watched in awe as the teams displayed their agility, speed, and courage, navigating obstacles and challenges with skill and precision.
Throughout the event, the spectators enjoyed the food and drinks offered by the vendors, savoring the flavors and enjoying the spectacle of the Dragon Race. The combination of thrilling competition and delicious treats made for an exhilarating experience for all who attended, showcasing the spirit of unity, excitement, and celebration that defined the Viking community.
As Team Haddock soars through the sky, the crisp wind rushes past their faces and the roar of dragons fills the air. Hiccup, perched confidently atop his loyal Night Fury, Toothless, surveys the chaotic scene below. His sharp eyes scan the landscape, quickly formulating a strategy to outmaneuver their rivals and secure victory in the Dragon Race.
"Alright, team!" Hiccup's voice rings out clear and authoritative. "Snotlout, I need you to use Hookfang's agility to pick off the sheep on the eastern edge. Fishlegs, focus on gathering the sheep near the water with Meatlug's careful precision. Ruffnut, Tuffnut— cause as much confusion as you can with Barf and Belch to keep the other teams off balance."
Snotlout, with his characteristic bravado, gives Hiccup a thumbs-up. "Piece of yak cake, Hiccup! I'll show them who's boss!" Hookfang responds with a snort, flames licking the edges of his mouth, ready for action.
Fishlegs, always the strategist, nods thoughtfully. "Got it, Hiccup. Meatlug and I will make sure to grab the sheep near the water. They're less likely to notice us there." Meatlug lets out a contented rumble, ready to do her part.
Ruffnut and Tuffnut exchange mischievous grins. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," Thorhild cackled. "Right, Tuff?"
"You bet, my lady," Tuffnut replied, already imagining the chaos they're about to unleash. "Time to show these teams why we are dedicated to Loki!" Barf and Belch, the two-headed dragon, seem just as eager, each head snapping playfully at the other.
Hiccup watches as his team breaks off, each member executing their role with precision. He can't help but feel a swell of pride. They've come a long way from the days when riding dragons was just a distant dream. Now, they are not just riders; they are a well-oiled machine, each member playing to their strengths.
Turning to his mother, Valka, who stood tall and proud on Cloudjumper's back, Hiccup's eyes shone with admiration and pride. Today, Valka would showcase twenty years of remarkable skills as a dragon rider, embodying the legacy of the Haddock pride with each graceful move and daring maneuver she made.
"Mom? You ready for this? Because this is a very rough and competitive sport—" Hiccup began, a note of concern lacing his voice as he addressed his mother.
Valka's expression softened with a confident smile, her eyes glinting with determination. "Hiccup, my dear, you seem to forget that I too am a Viking. I can handle rough," she assured him, her tone firm and resolute. A smirk curved her lips as she added, "I just hope Haesten's Danes provide a decent challenge."
Hiccup chuckled at his mother's response, a sense of admiration and respect filling his heart. As his gaze scanned the field, he spotted a group of sheep, his eyes narrowing with focus. "There!" he pointed, a surge of excitement coursing through him.
Patting Toothless on the back, Hiccup's smile widened with determination. "C'mon, bud, let's show our competition how it's done!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and confidence. The Night Fury, ever loyal and ready for action, let out an excited bark before swooping down towards the herd of sheep, his sleek form cutting through the air with precision.
With a swift and calculated move, Toothless extended his sharp claws, deftly snagging a sheep in his grasp. In tandem, Hiccup leaped from Toothless's back, the rush of wind whipping around him as he reached out and secured another sheep in his arms. The exhilaration of the race filled him with a thrilling energy, the bond between man and dragon growing stronger with each daring moment they faced together.
As Toothless and Hiccup soared through the sky, their skills on full display as they collected sheep with practiced ease, the competition heated up around them. The Dragon Race was well underway, and with each passing moment, the thrill of the competition only intensified, promising a showdown that would test their limits and showcase the unbreakable bond between rider and dragon. Regardless of the fierce competition the Danes put up, Hiccup and Toothless overcame the challenge the Danes presented and scored the first points for Team Haddock.
Snotlout and Hookfang dive towards the eastern edge of the field, snatching sheep with breathtaking speed and agility. Snotlout's competitive spirit drives him to outpace the other teams, and Hookfang's fiery nature keeps any would-be challengers at bay. Well versed in the sport, Snotlout mocks the Danes tells them to give up now due to them playing like they're yaks made from summer heat.
Fishlegs and Meatlug move with deliberate care, gathering sheep near the water's edge. Fishlegs' deep understanding of dragons and their behavior allows him to anticipate Meatlug's movements, making their collection efficient and smooth. And despite the fierce hostility from the Dane's trying to steal the sheep he and Meatlug secured, Fishlegs outmaneuvered the rival riders and giggled to himself when their uncoordination resulted in them crashing down in a heap of mud.
Thorhild and Tuffnut, true to their word, dive into the fray with gleeful abandon. Barf and Belch's dual nature creates chaos among the other teams, their unpredictable movements causing the Dane riders to scatter and lose focus, allowing the husband and wife duo to collect four sheep and score several points for Team Haddock.
Valka and Cloudjumper's synchronized movements were a sight to behold as they expertly navigated the chaotic dragon race. The thrill of the competition surged through Valka's veins, the rush of adrenaline heightening her senses as she strategized and executed daring maneuvers. As Cloudjumper made his impressive dive to snatch the sheep, Valka seized the opportunity to secure another point for her team. Her laughter echoed through the sky, a sound of triumph and defiance in the face of her rivals. The atmosphere became charged with tension as the Danish riders retaliated, attempting to corner Cloudjumper and disrupt Valka's point streak. But the formidable Stormcutter proved to be a force to be reckoned with, using his size and strength to push through the opposition and protect his rider. Valka's eyes blazed with determination as she deftly outmaneuvered her opponents, her bond with Cloudjumper allowing them to work as one seamless unit. In that moment of exhilaration and skill, Valka and her loyal dragon proved that they were a formidable team, capable of overcoming any obstacle in their path.
The fierce competition intensified as Gustav and Adelaide skillfully maneuvered their Monstrous Nightmares through the chaotic race, their teamwork and training proving to be invaluable as they dodged the relentless attacks from the Danish team. With each daring move and precise action, they managed to secure valuable points for Team Haddock, their young spirits alight with determination and courage. As they zoomed through the sky, the wind whipping past them and the roar of the crowd echoing in their ears, Gustav and Adelaide could sense their parents' proud gazes fixed upon them from the stands. The sight of their family cheering them on filled them with a sense of accomplishment and joy, spurring them on to greater heights. The bond between the two young riders already had was now strengthened with each successful sheep snatch and each clever evasion of their opponents, their connection deepening as they worked seamlessly together to achieve victory for their team. The praise and adoration showered upon them only fueled their passion and determination to excel, their hearts swelling with pride and gratitude for the unwavering support of their loved ones. In that moment of triumph and unity, Gustav and Adelaide knew that they were not just affectionate toward each other who were competing in a race, but a formidable duo bound by love and a shared goal of bringing honor to their family and Team Haddock.
As the race progresses, Team Haddock's coordinated efforts begin to pay off. They amass a sizable lead, their teamwork and strategy outmatching the raw power and speed of the other teams. Hiccup's heart pounds with exhilaration, not just from the race but from the sight of his friends working together so seamlessly.
As the final lap of the race reached its climax, Team Haddock sprung into action, their determination fueled by the thought of victory and glory. With adrenaline pumping through their veins, they split off in different directions, each member focused on the task at hand.
Snotlout and Fishlegs raced through the settlement grounds, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of the elusive black sheep. Meanwhile, Gustav and Fanghook soared through the sky, their keen eyes searching for any movement below.
Thorhild and Tuffnut steered Barf and Belch with precision, navigating through obstacles and challenges as they chased after the black sheep. The tension in the air was palpable as they closed in on their elusive target.
At the same time, Hiccup, Valka, Adelaide, and their dragons worked seamlessly together, fighting off members of Team Haesten who were trying to thwart their efforts. With a combination of agility, skill, and teamwork, they managed to outmaneuver their opponents and secure the black sheep.
With a triumphant cry, Team Haddock emerged victorious, their perseverance and unity leading them to the finish line. As they hoisted the black sheep high in the air, a wave of jubilation swept through the team, their hard work and determination paying off in the sweet taste of victory. They had proven once again that when they worked together, they were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.
With the final horn blast, the race comes to an end. Team Haddock lands triumphantly, their dragons panting but proud. The crowd erupts in cheers, and Hiccup dismounts, his face splitting into a wide grin.
"We did it, guys!" Hiccup exclaims, pulling his teammates into a celebratory huddle. "Nice job, all of you!"
Snotlout, Fishlegs, Thorhild, Tuffnut, Gustav, Adelaide, and Valka cheer in unison, their faces flushed with victory. The bond between them, forged through countless adventures and challenges, has carried them to yet another triumph. Their dragons too roar in triumph while spreading their wings.
As the crowds erupted into cheers and applause at the sight of Team Haddock emerging victorious in the Dragon Race, the members of Team Haesten could only watch in frustration and humiliation. Their hopes of triumph dashed, they were left reeling from the defeat, their egos bruised and their confidence shaken.
With heads hung low and shoulders slumped, Team Haesten made their way off the race grounds, the sound of the jubilant crowd ringing in their ears like a taunting reminder of their failure. Their faces flushed with embarrassment, they could feel the weight of disappointment heavy in their hearts.
Meanwhile, Team Haddock basked in the glory of their hard-earned victory, their spirits soaring high as they soaked in the adulation of the cheering crowd.
Astrid took a deep breath, a mixture of pride and longing washing over her. She watched as the dragons soared effortlessly through the skies, their riders guiding them with mastery that only years of experience could bring. Hiccup, her husband, was in the lead, his dragon Toothless darting through the air with unparalleled agility.
Despite her current state, Astrid couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the sight. Her hand rested gently on her belly, feeling the slight movements of their unborn child. She imagined the day when she would be able to share her love for dragon racing with her own little one.
The sound of cheers grew louder, signaling the end of the race. Hiccup and Toothless had secured the black sheep and cross the finish line and added the sheep that cost ten points into the pen of sheep, as expected, and the crowd erupted into applause as the king secured victory for Team Haddock. Astrid couldn't help but grin, pride swelling within her. Her sentiments were not alone, every one of Hiccup's lovers and Fair Queens erupted into cheers and applause.
Hiccup dismounted from Toothless and made his way toward the throne where Astrid sat. His eyes met hers, and she could see the joy and excitement in his expression. "Did you see that?" he asked breathlessly.
"Of course I did," she replied, her eyes twinkling with affection. "You were incredible, as always, babe."
Hiccup knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her swollen belly. "And how's our little dragon rider doing today?"
Astrid chuckled softly, placing a hand over his. "Impatient, just like their father."
He leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "Soon enough, you'll be back up there with us."
Astrid nodded, her heart full of love and anticipation. "I can't wait."
As they watched the celebrations continue around them, Astrid felt a deep sense of contentment. The future was bright, and she looked forward to the many adventures that lay ahead for her growing family.
As the Dragon Race was coming to an end, Mulan, Raya, and Namaari, who were perched on their respective dragons continued to keep a sharp eye out on Haesten's Danes. And as if on cue, they spotted a handful of those Danes agitating Christian Vikings. As the tension between them mounted, the three Asian women stepped up before blood was spilled.
Mulan, Raya, and Namaari exchanged knowing glances as they realized they needed to intervene before the situation escalated further. With a nod, they guided their dragons to land in the center of the confrontation, their presence commanding attention.
"Enough!" Mulan's voice cut through the tension like a sword. "Violence is not the answer here. We must find a peaceful resolution."
Raya's dragon, Sisu, let out a low growl, backing up Mulan's words with an imposing presence. Namaari, with her keen eyes, assessed the situation and spoke calmly, "Let's talk this out before anyone else gets hurt. We are all here for the Dragon Race, not to start a war."
The Danes and Vikings hesitated, their anger still palpable in the air. But the unwavering strength and unity of the three women, along with their powerful dragons, diffused the volatile situation, paving the way for diplomacy and mutual respect to prevail.
One of the Danes sneered at the women. "Who are you to tell us what to do?"
Mulan brandished the seal of Hiccup Haddock and presented it for the Danes. "We're about the king's business. And his business is preserving the peace."
Scoffing, the Dane spat at the feet of the Christian Viking. "Peace with Christians and foreigners like you?" Letting out a cruel laugh, the Dane continued. "Hiccup Haddock is weak and thinks he can be at peace with all people. Such misguided ideals will get his people killed." Turning to his fellow Danes, he beckoned them to follow. "Come. I've had my fill of festivities and happiness."
As the Danes turned to leave, Mulan, Raya, and Namaari exchanged somber glances, knowing that their work to uphold peace was far from over. They watched the Danes disappear into the crowd, a lingering tension in the air.
Mulan sighed, her gaze fixed on the retreating figures. "Some minds are not easily changed," she noted, her voice tinged with sadness.
Raya's jaw clenched in frustration, but she forced herself to stay calm. "We may not have convinced them today, but we must continue to strive for understanding and unity."
Namaari nodded in agreement, her gaze unwavering. "It's a long road, but we must stay true to our cause. The world needs more voices advocating for peace, even in the face of adversity."
With a resolute air, the three women mounted their dragons once more, ready to continue their mission of promoting harmony and coexistence, even in a world where discord and prejudice seemed all too common.
As the exhilaration and festivities of the day had died down, the Vikings and Scandinavians began to return to their respective huts of the vast settlement they were residing in. Hiccup thanked Rapunzel and Arianna, along with the Corona citizens for coming and was glad they enjoyed what Viking sports looked like. As the Viking king made his way back to his home with Astrid and their children in each other's arms, a voice familiar Scot spoke up.
"King Hiccup."
Both Viking rulers laid eyes on Queen Merida.
"Queen Merida," Hiccup acknowledged. "How can I assist you?"
"I was hoping we can speak together in private. Do you have time this evening to oblige this humble request?"
Queen Merida's request struck Hiccup with concern, especially since her voice laced with a sense of urgency and a hint of mystery. Despite the evening settling in and the exhaustion from the day's events beginning to creep in, Hiccup could sense the gravity of her plea and agreed to meet with her in private later that night.
Astrid, ever perceptive, exchanged a knowing glance with Hiccup, silently acknowledging the weight of the upcoming conversation. With a reassuring squeeze of his hand, she encouraged Hiccup to go and speak with Queen Merida, assuring him that she would take care of their children and that she believed in his ability to handle whatever matter was at hand. Thanking Astrid with a kiss, Hiccup, who was holding Zephyr, placed his first born heir in Astrid's open arm while she was also cradling Nuffink in her other arm.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Hiccup made his way to the designated meeting spot, his mind filled with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. The prospect of a private conversation with Queen Merida sparked a flurry of questions in his mind, wondering what secrets or concerns she might reveal.
Their meeting promised to reveal truths and challenges that would test Hiccup's leadership and alliances, setting the stage for a pivotal moment in the intricate web of relationships that bound their lands together.
As the respective leaders of both Vikings and Scots met at a location away from prying eyes and ears. Merida voiced her concerns.
"The Vikings known as Haesten the Hateful has made threats against me and my people," with a sigh, she clarified. "After the Dragon Race, he and a handful of his men cornered me and my people and made veiled threats that not all Vikings agree with Hiccup's notion of peace with the Scots. And he promised that blood will spill sooner rather than later."
As Merida spoke, her voice carried a weight of concern and urgency that caught the attention of the Viking leader, Hiccup. His brow furrowed in deep thought as he processed the gravity of the situation unfolding before him.
Hiccup turned to Merida, his expression a mix of determination and resolve. "I had hoped that our alliance with the Vikings would bring about a new era of peace and cooperation," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "But it seems that not all among my people share the same vision."
Merida nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a steely determination. "Haesten's threats cannot go unanswered. We must come together, Vikings and Scots alike, to show that we will not be intimidated or divided."
As the two leaders deliberated on their next steps, a sense of camaraderie and unity began to form between them. They knew that in order to maintain the fragile peace between their people, they would need to confront the looming threat head-on, with courage and solidarity.
With a shared understanding and mutual respect, Hiccup and Merida pledged to stand together in the face of adversity, ready to defend their people and their shared values against any who sought to disrupt the peace they had worked so hard to achieve.
Merida, despite her lingering fears of Vikings, Hiccup had proven himself to be trustworthy and a very generous ally. The time that they spent getting to know each other, the compassion and kindness he showed to her Scots, and his determination to keep the peace created a whirlwind of emotions within the Scottish Queen, she then grabbed Hiccup's face and kissed him deeply, and passionately, much to his shock and surprise.
As Merida's lips met his in a sudden, passionate kiss, Hiccup's initial shock quickly gave way to a rush of warmth and desire. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a collision of emotions as their connection deepened in an unexpected twist of fate.
Feeling her fierce spirit and raw passion in the kiss, Hiccup found himself drawn to Merida in a way he never thought possible. As their embrace deepened, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in a whirlwind of emotion and desire.
Merida's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their shared longing. The heat of their bodies pressed together, igniting a fire that burned bright and untamed between them.
After breaking the kiss, Merida apologized for the brash gesture, but Hiccup reassured her she had nothing to apologize for and he then took her face in his hands and returned her kiss. This time, their kiss growing heated and more passionate.
As Hiccup's lips met Merida's once again, the kiss ignited a fire that blazed hot between them. The intensity of their passion surged as their bodies pressed closer, their hearts beating as one in a symphony of desire.
Merida melted into Hiccup's touch, the heat of his embrace sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The raw and unbridled passion between them felt like a storm brewing, ready to unleash its power in a torrent of emotion and longing.
Their kiss deepened, the world around them fading into the background as they lost themselves in each other. The weight of their unspoken desires and the magnetic pull between them filled the air, creating an electric charge that crackled with intensity.
Lost in the moment, Hiccup and Merida found solace in each other's arms, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they shared a connection that transcended words. The heat of their embrace intensified, their breaths mingling in a shared rhythm of need and longing.
When they finally broke apart, their chests heaving and their eyes locked in a gaze filled with unspoken longing, they both knew that this was only the beginning of a wild and passionate journey together— a journey that would be filled with companionship, desire, and a bond that could withstand any challenges that fate threw their way.
Their kiss deepened, fueled by a primal attraction that sizzled between them. Hiccup's heart raced as Merida's hands explored the contours of his chest, the touch igniting a fiery desire within him. Their connection was electric, a magnetic pull drawing them closer as their passion flared. Hiccup's fingers tangled in Merida's curly, fiery hair, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building to an irresistible intensity.
Merida's hand boldly explored Hiccup's crotch, a sharp gasp escaped his lips as he was taken aback by the sudden sensation. His body tensed with a mixture of surprise and desire, his heart racing at the unexpected touch from the fiery Scottish Queen. Feeling the firm pressure of Merida's palm against his growing arousal, Hiccup couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure. The intensity of the moment sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his body, igniting a fiery longing that burned hot within him.
In that raw and intimate moment against the tree, Hiccup's mind was clouded with a whirlwind of sensations as he succumbed to the wave of desire that consumed him. Merida's boldness and passion stirred something primal within him, awakening a hunger that he never knew existed.
Their shared desire hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that pulsed between them like a living, breathing entity. And as Hiccup's groan of arousal filled the secluded space, the connection between them deepened, setting the stage for a passionate encounter that would leave them both breathless and enraptured.
Hiccup then switched their positions and pressed Merida against the tree, causing her to gasp and her pupils to dilate. Hiking up Merida's skirt, Hiccup looked into her eyes, as if silently asking her if it was alright to continue. Her response was pulling him into a deep kiss, one that he returned. As their heated kiss continued, Merida's hands worked at his pants, unfastening the drawstrings and lowering his pants and undergarment in one strong tug until the clothing was halfway down his thighs, exposing his erect cock. Hiccup moaned as her hand wrapped around him, fanning the flames of arousal further until he began to rut against her.
Turning her around and pressing her front against the tree, Merida panted in anticipation and arousal as she looked over her shoulder to see Hiccup hiking her skirt up and lining himself against her before burying himself until her backside was flushed against his stomach.
"O-Oh, gods!"
Merida cried out in both pain and pleasure as she grew accustomed to having Hiccup inside of her. Slowly pulling out, Hiccup thrust back into silken heat, growling at the delicious sensation. "Mmm, were you planning on me humping you, Merida?" As he began to set a steady rhythm, he grabbed a handful of her fiery, curly locks and murmured hotly against her ear. "Were you planning on having the King of Vikings take you like a common whore?"
Moaning at his words, her azure eyes set ablaze with lust growled back. "And if I did?"
"Then I would say you should've come to me sooner."
Pressing himself flush against her back, one of his hands clasped around her neck and panted harshly against her ear while pumping himself into her. Merida's moans filled the air and Hiccup's ears like music, it was sweet and pleasant to hear. In truth, he was surprised that this was happening at all, Merida had voiced her fear of Vikings and that it was because of their savagery that she defied her mother to marry the son of a neighboring clan to ensure protection against a future Viking attack which could risk not only her life but her virginity.
Now, here she was, Merida, Queen of the Scots, being humped by Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of Vikings.
How ironic.
Despite his licentious lifestyle, Hiccup found himself being close to reaching his end embarrassingly fast. It wasn't him, rather it was Merida, her tightness and silken heat was like a vice and it was deliciously good. As his pace quickened and his thrusts became harder to the point were the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the forest, Hiccup felt that familiar sensation churning in his gut, telling him that he was close.
"C-Close!" He growled through gritted teeth. "Gods, Merida, you're so tight!"
Merida couldn't form words, she merely moaned in response, however, the look in her eyes when she looked over her shoulder at Hiccup told him all that he needed to know. She was silently telling him to don't stop. Obliging her silent plea, Hiccup's harsh growls and powerful thrusts made Merida's blood run hot as she soon let out a shrill shriek when she reached her climax.
Hissing sharply as her silken walls gripped him tightly, Hiccup's thrusts were almost a blur of motion until he buried himself deep inside of the Scots ruler to the hilt. They both let out a choked moan when Hiccup spilled deep inside of her, pleasure leaving both respective rulers in a haze. Whimpering as he began to pull out, Hiccup cooed softly and when he was out of her, Merida felt empty and unsatisfied, however, her experience with Hiccup was one that was unexpected but certainly not unwelcome.
"Well, I see now why they call you Hiccup the Womanizer," grinning at her ally, Merida then laughed softly, "you certainly know how to please a woman."
Blowing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face, Hiccup chuckled. "That's one of my many titles, unfortunately," he then straightened his undergarments and pants before giving her a worried look. "I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us."
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes lingering on his toned physique. "Awkward? Why would it be awkward?" she purred, stepping closer and running her fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. "You may have a reputation, but I'm not one to shy away from a man who knows how to please a woman." With a mischievous smile, she leaned in and whispered, "So why don't you show me what those titles are all about?"
Smiling, Hiccup replied. "Another time. I have a busy morning tomorrow and after the Dragon Race and what we just shared. I'm ready for a bath and much needed sleep."
Chuckling, Merida nodded. "Of course."
As they bid each other goodnight, the air between them crackled with the promise of more intimate encounters. Hiccup's heart raced at the thought of what they could explore together, knowing that the sparks between them were far from extinguished. Heading to his chambers, Hiccup couldn't help but feel a thrilling anticipation for the adventures that awaited him with the fiery and captivating Merida.
A/N: Hiccup and Merida will get a proper smut chapter soon enough, this was just a taste. I'll be getting to work on the next update, so expect another chapter soon!