A/N: Kassandra from Assassin's Creed Odyssey has entered the story and she's who Hiccup is hooking up with in this chapter!
(Viking settlement)
The stench of seared flesh and blood filled the air as Robin continued to torture Zlobina's agents that had been planted within the settlement. However, despite having his Boneknapper, Merlin, burn the flesh of these men, having been beaten to a bloody pulp, and had body parts removed, they refused to give up the location of Zlobina and the considerable force of Dragon Hunters she brought to confront Hiccup and Toothless.
Panting heavily and tossing a pair of bloody pliers he had used to remove teeth to the ground, Robin paced back and forth as he let out a frustrated cry. These men were far more resilient than he had anticipated, and his patience was wearing dangerously thin. He wanted to kill them and wipe those smug grins off of their faces, but he knew that wouldn't do him any good, especially since they knew where Zlobina's camp was located.
"So you won't tell me where Alina is located. Fine, don't," Robin, who had a pair of chains wrapped around his right hand struck one of the more critically wounded spies in the belly, causing the man to cry out in pain, especially since there was a fresh burn mark from Merlin's fire. The Boneknapper was outside of the cell, yet his menacing eyes illuminated the dimly lit dungeon, watching his rider apply pain to his enemies. "We already have our Dragon Riders' Auxiliary scouting for Zlobina's camp thanks to Viggo's word on where he first met your boss." Robin then struck the second spy across the face with a ferocious right hook, sending blood, spittle, and a tooth flying out of the man's mouth. "In truth, your time here and on this earth is at an end, and when I have the chance to finally kill you both, I'm going to savor it."
Removing the bloodied chains wrapped around his right hand, he then circled the chained spies. "If you want your deaths to be quick and painless, tell me what I want to know, and I swear on my arm ring that I will end you quickly," Robin's voice dropped and he spoke cooly. "If you continue to waste my time? I will have Merlin burn you alive." The Boneknapper's mouth curved into what looked like a murderous grin and his maw opened slightly, causing fire to glow and cast ominous light in the dungeon.
One of the spies chuckled before shaking his head. "We will tell you nothing, boy," he then groaned in pain when Robin grabbed a handful of hair and yanked back. "Kill us. Just... spare us your chatter."
The other spy turned to Robin and spat at the boy's feet. "Yes. Kill us, so we don't have to listen to you talk anymore."
Releasing his hold on the spy's hair, Robin scoffed softly at the spy's words. "You two are no warriors. You are not even fighters. You are Dragon Hunters," he spat out in disgust before drawing his sword and examining the keen edge. "You are not brave, you only display the poor mask of bravery, believing your defiance means something. Well, I hate to tell you this, but it means nothing." He then ran one of the spies through with his sword, causing the man he killed to cry out in agony and let out dying gurgles. The other spy watched in horror as his friend was run though and he could feel his stomach grip as Robin gave him a stone-cold glare.
Withdrawing his now-soaked blade from the now-dead spy, Robin turned to the last spy and pointed the bloodied blade at his face. "You will die one way or another, you can't escape that inevitability," he then drove his blade through the man's right thigh, causing him to cry out and let out labored whimpers. "Like I said before, tell me what I want to know, and I will end you quickly. If not, I will make your end excruciating." Twisting his blade in his victim's thigh, Robin waited for the cries of anguish to cease before bearing his teeth. "Tell me where Alina Grimborn is. NOW!"
The sound of footsteps caused Robin and Merlin to see who was approaching, it was Gustav Larson, leader of the Dragon Riders' Auxiliary. After giving Merlin a pat on the head and entering the cell, Gustav gave Robin a nod in greetings before speaking. "The Auxiliary Riders and I just returned from our night scout and we found Zlobina's camp," turning to face Gustav fully, Robin beckoned him to continue. "It seems Zlobina is accompanied by the traitor, Savage, and his faction of criminals and outlaws. They've been slowly breaking campsites and have been slowly but surely encroaching at the doors of this settlement. Their new camp is an hour-long flight from here."
Nodding, Robin turned back to the spy and smiled at him. "Oh. Well how about that?" Patting the spy on the cheek, Robin shrugged. "Well, I guess you are of no further use, my friend," turning to his Boneknapper, Robin nodded. "Merlin. Fire." The Boneknapper opened his maw wide and unleashed a wave of fire at the chained spy, burning him alive. Robin and Gustav got out of the way as the writhing spy cried out in raw agony, his bloodcurdling screams were deafening, however, those cries soon died down to pained whimpers before the fire finished him off.
The two young men walked out of the dungeon with Merlin following close behind. Once outside, they were met by Viggo, who was wrapped in a fur cloak, the early morning sun rising and casting its light around them. "What have you learned?" He inquired, a hint of hopefulness in his tone.
Robin turned to Gustav and nodded at him. The leader of the Auxiliary Riders turned to the former Dragon Hunter and told him that he and his fellow riders learned that Zlobina's small army of Dragon Hunters as well as the Savage and his army of Viking outlaws are an hour away from the settlement they here.
Acknowledging Gustav's words with a hum, Viggo looked to the rising sun and winced as the sunlight was directly in his right eye. "I will revel in killing Grimmel's girl and see that my daughter is back in this settlement safely," tearing his eyes away from the sunlight, he then murmured softly. "I swear on everything that is sacred, if anything has happened to Alina—"
"Than Zlobina will regret it," Robin reassured his mentor. "That lunatic is on borrowed time."
"Time that's almost out of," Gustav added before reassuring both men. "Hiccup will be informed of this and a plan will be set in motion to rescue your daughter," addressing Viggo, the young leader of the Auxiliary Riders gave the older man a firm nod. "We'll get her back. I promise."
As Gustav soared into the sky, Robin felt a mixture of determination and unrest settle over him. The sun was climbing higher, painting the world in shades of gold, but the weight of their mission loomed heavy in the air. He turned to Viggo, who stood with a fierce intensity in his gaze, clearly worried for his daughter.
"Viggo, we'll put an end to Zlobina's madness," Robin said, placing a reassuring hand on the older man's shoulder. "We have a skilled team ready to fight, and we won't stop until Alina is safe."
Viggo relaxed slightly, but concern still flickered in his eyes. "If Zlobina has joined forces with Savage, this will be no easy task. Their combined forces will be powerful." He clenched his fists, the fur of his cloak rustling in the morning breeze.
Merlin let out a low rumble, sensing the tension in the air. Robin knelt to meet his dragon's piercing gaze. "You'll be ready, right, buddy?" The Boneknapper snorted, flames flickering from his nostrils as if to say he was always ready for a fight. Turning back to his mentor, Robin gave a firm nod. "We'll be ready."
"Of that, I have no doubt, my dear Robin," his lip curled as he spoke in a tone that matched the cold morning air. "I can't say the same for Zlobina when we put her in her place."
(Haddock hut)
Several months had passed and with winter around the corner once again, the Viking settlement in the land that had been provided by Queen Arianna was finally completed. The Scandinavians celebrated as they enjoyed the fruits of their hard labor with feasting, fighting, and other exciting events. Those who stood as farmers among the Scandinavians were very satisfied with the crops that they had planted and were able to not only provide for the Viking kingdom but also thank the gods for the bountiful harvest with sacrifices.
With the Scandinavians giving thanks to the gods for the success that was their settlement, they also gave thanks to Freya, thanking the goddess of fertility for allowing the various Scandinavian peoples, whether Viking, Sami, or otherwise to conceive and bring children into Midgard. So many families celebrated seeing their bloodline extend and newlyweds experienced the joys and hardships of building a family of their own, regardless, fertility was great among the people of the settlement.
Many within Hiccup's inner circle too were celebrating welcoming children of their own: Snotlout and Minden Jorgenson welcomed a son into their lives, Viklout Jorgenson. Spitelout and Irmgard in particular were extremely happy for their son and ensured that their grandson would be showered with love. Adelaide was very happy for her brother and loved to spend time with her nephew, and vowed to her brother and sister-in-law that she would do what she could to help raise Viklout in strength, honor, and show reverence towards the old gods. Fishlegs and Ruffnut too welcomed a son into their lives, Harefoot Ingerman. Many in the settlement would often jest how Fishlegs would groom his son with knowledge and sharpen his mind, and Ruffnut would fan the flames of her son's mischief and crazy side, making Harefoot a terrifying mix of intellect and nutty. Tuffnut and Thorhild were expecting their firstborn child in a matter of days, and it was exciting to them both, and especially to Tuffnut, who never thought he would ever have a child, let alone be married to a beautiful woman who adored his crazy, nutty self.
For Hiccup, his heirs were growing in numbers: Elsa, who had been pregnant gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl named Erling and Elisif. Already noting the similarities between his twin children and Elsa in terms of sporting the same platinum blond hair and blue eyes, Hiccup was glad that his first child with her, Sif, would have two siblings to accompany her in her life.
Anna, who had become envious of her sister and many of the other Fair Queens' conceiving children, had offered sacrifices to the gods, asking them to bless her with a child to not only extend Hiccup's bloodline but also raise and love the child that the gods would fashion inside of her womb. And after many sacrifices, it would seem that the gods had answered and Anna had given birth not long ago to a son, Aven was his name, due to the boy being beautiful in appearance. Hiccup had no doubt when the boy was older, he would utilize his physical appearance to his advantage whether when dealing with future enemies who charming those he wished to take to his bed. Atali too had given birth to a child, one that would not only bring joy to her life and Hiccup's but one that would assume control of the Wingmaidens. And thankfully for Atali, this child was a girl, Alisi was the name given to her.
Heather, who never thought she would ever conceive a child of her own, had that notion struck from her mind when she had given birth to a son she named Soren. The fact that had conceived a child to raise, love, and teach made Heather very emotional. Luckily for her, Hiccup, Astrid, and the other Fair Queens were there and reassured her that she would make a fine mother to the boy she had given birth to. Thanking both the gods and her lovers, Heather cradled Soren in her arms and swore that she would raise him into a fine young man, one that would honor the memory of Oswald the Agreeable and Dagur the Deranged.
Rapunzel too had conceived a son for Hiccup, they had named him Gullvard. The Norse word for gold (gull) was given to this son because he inherited Rapunzel's golden blond hair. After spending most of her life confined in a tower by Gothel, Rapunzel feared she would never have a family of her own, let alone find a partner. But because of Hiccup, she had found the partner of her dreams in him, and she now had a beautiful son to love and cherish. Hiccup titled Gullvard the Golden Prince, and it suited the young prince.
Camicazi was so far the only Fair Queen who had yet to conceive a child, and although the Bog Burglar was fine with that for the time being, she was eager for the day to finally arrive. Big Boobied Bertha especially wished for grandchildren and although she congratulated Hiccup and his other Fair Queens for the children they had brought into Midgard, she told the king she would love if her daughter were pregnant and bring forth a child or many. Understanding Bertha perfectly, Hiccup swore to Camicazi's mother that he'd do what he could and also respectfully suggested that she pray to Freyja that she would open Camicazi's womb and allow his seed to take hold the next time they slept together.
Mala, despite being sexually active with Hiccup and the other Fair Queens had not yet fallen pregnant. Even if she didn't bear a child because of Hiccup's seed, she still had her daughter, Runa, spawned by her late husband, Dagur. The same could be said about Fiona, who had already bore Hiccup a daughter, Gunhild, but had yet to bear another child as of yet.
Despite the fruitfulness of preserving the Haddock bloodline, Hiccup couldn't help but recall his visit to Gothi and Ya'ela and their foreboding words of the impending storm of steel, claws, teeth, and death that would soon arrive here. Of course, defenses were being built on both land and sea, but the gnawing feeling in Hiccup's gut told him that despite these noble efforts, it wouldn't be enough to stop his enemies from coming here and destroy the settlement for those who sought to farm and dwell within these lands. He had yet to hear from the scouts he had sent back to Scandinavia and see whether or not their ancestral homelands were truly decayed and unsuitable for habitation, or if there was hope of returning. Either way, Hiccup was not idle, he was hellbent on protecting those under his rule, man and dragon alike.
Currently, the King of Vikings was concluding his morning bath after getting up early to take Toothless for a morning flight and put in his training for the day. After emerging from the cold waters, he exhaled shakily, not enjoying the cold, even though he was accustomed to cold his whole life, he still wasn't fond of it. After throwing on a large, thick fur towel around his naked body, he approached a fire that Toothless had made for him so that he could warm up before getting dressed. Thanking his reptilian companion, Hiccup soon dried himself off and began to dress himself for the day. As he was dressing, a Corona soldier, perched on horseback looked down at the ridge where Hiccup had been bathing.
"King Hiccup?"
Looking up at the soldier, the Viking king gave a nod of confirmation. "Yes." He then raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Queen Arianna has summoned you to Corona Castle. It's an urgent matter."
Nodding, Hiccup ran a hand through his hair and finished dressing. "Inform Queen Arianna I'll be there shortly. I'll just need to inform my wife and Fair Queens," as he gathered his bathing supplies and the damp towel he used and shoved them in a satchel, he turned back to the guard with a curious tilt of his head. "Did Queen Arianna say what this urgent matter is?"
Shaking his head, the guard replied. "That is between you and the queen," before riding off, the guard added. "I will inform the queen of your iminate arrival."
Patting Toothless' neck, Hiccup murmured. "Let's go, bud. We'll need to let Astrid and the others know of this." The Night Fury let out a warble of understanding before taking to the sky.
(Kingdom of Corona)
The room was dimly lit, shrouded in shadows that mirrored the discontent brewing among the nobles of Corona. Joshua, an influential noble and one of the most vocal critics in their ranks paced the floor, his frustration palpable. The atmosphere was tense, filled with hushed whispers and furtive glances as they gathered to discuss their growing dissatisfaction with Queen Arianna and Princess Rapunzel.
"How could our queen and princess align themselves with the likes of Hiccup Haddock?" Joshua exclaimed, his voice low but charged with emotion. "This so-called king of the Vikings embodies everything we stand against. Their pagan ways and open debauchery tarnish our kingdom's honor!"
Around him, nods of agreement ripple through the group. Noblemen and women exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and indignation. "It's not just that they've allowed these Vikings to settle here," one noblewoman added. "It's the very fact that they choose to consort with them, embracing their lifestyle. What example does that set for the Christian people of Corona?"
Another noble chimed in, "The very idea that our queen and princess could be involved with Hiccup and his so-called 'Fair Queens' is an affront to our values. We, who have fought so hard to uphold the dignity of Corona, must take a stand!"
Whispers of concern echoed as they recounted tales of the Viking settlement thriving at the borders of their beloved kingdom, each story fueling their collective ire. The thought of their leaders mingling with the perceived immorality of the Vikings was a bitter pill to swallow.
Joshua straightened, a sense of resolve washing over him. "If we do not act now, the integrity of our kingdom may be at stake, and should this continue further, word could reach Rome, where Pope Stephanus Quintilius and the Roman Catholic Church could see us excommunicated for the church entirely, leaving us isolated and at the mercy of further incursions from pagan forces." Murmurs of fear and worry filled the air, many agreeing with what Joshua was saying." We must unite and confront the queen. Our loyalty lies with Corona and to God, not with those who would lead us astray."
The murmurs grew louder, as the nobles rallied to the cause, fueled by a shared mission to restore the values they cherished. Yet, within each heart lingered the daunting prospect of challenging their queen—one who had always been revered for her courage and grace.
As the discussions intensified, Joshua leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, filled with urgency. "I have been considering our options, and I believe we have a path forward. We are not powerless in this situation. I can gather soldiers—brave men loyal to our cause. Together, we can mount an attack on the Viking settlement and rid our lands of the foulness that has encroached upon us and send the vile devil worshippers into hell, where they belong."
Gasps of disbelief and excitement rippled through the gathered nobles. Some exchanged cautious glances, weighing the ramifications of such a bold move. The idea of engaging in battle against the Vikings and their fearsome dragons stirred a mix of fear and exhilaration within them.
"An attack?" Questioned Lady Elara, one of the kingdom's most illustrious ladies asked in disbelief, her brow furrowed with concern. "Do we have the means to confront not just their warriors, but the beasts they ride? The Vikings are fierce, and their dragons are not to be underestimated. And there are a great many of them."
Joshua's eyes sparkled with determination. "I understand your concerns, but we have numbers—and we have the element of surprise. We must strike at an opportune moment when they are least prepared. If we can catch them off guard, we can disrupt their operations and send a clear message: the Kingdom of Corona will not deal with heathens."
The room buzzed with a mixture of fear and fervor as nobles debated the implications of his plan. Some were ready to rally behind Joshua, emboldened by the prospect of reclaiming their homeland. Others hesitated, aware that such an act of aggression could escalate tensions and lead to unforeseen consequences.
"But what about the queen's response?" One noble queried, his voice shaky. "If we act against the Vikings, we risk putting sticking our necks out, only for them to be slit open by our queen's guards. Especially since Arianna has invested much in seeing Hiccup Haddock and his people establish this settlement here."
Joshua straightened, his tone firm. "We must remember that the loyalty of our soldiers and the people of Corona aligns with our values, not with Hiccup Haddock and his pagan ways. If we can unite our forces and show the strength of our conviction, we might not only drive out the Vikings but also persuade the queen and princess to reconsider their alliances, both to their people and to God."
A wave of encouragement swept through the gathering as Joshua's words ignited a fire within them. The nobles began to murmur about logistics, strategy, and gathering their loyal supporters. The time for passivity had passed; action was now imperative, and they were determined to restore their kingdom's honor.
As they finalized their plans, a sense of camaraderie settled in the room. Each noble had come with their frustrations but would leave with a shared purpose—united under the banner of Corona, ready to confront the threat they perceived at their doorstep. Joshua looked around the room, pleased to see their resolve strengthening. They were ready to reclaim their kingdom, whatever the cost.
As Joshua's voice thundered through the chamber, his words cutting through the tension like a sharpened blade. "We stand here today at a crossroads, where the honor of Corona hangs in the balance. Queen Arianna and Princess Rapunzel have disgraced themselves by consorting with the pagan king, Hiccup Haddock. Their actions have brought shame upon our kingdom."
The nobles listened intently, the weight of his words sinking in as he continued, his gaze unwavering. "If the Kingdom of Corona is to survive this turmoil, we must look to new leadership. We require a leader who will uphold our values, defend our honor, and protect our people. It is clear to me that this burden falls upon my shoulders."
A murmur of surprise and uncertainty rippled through the crowd, some exchanging wary glances at the audacity of Joshua's declaration. To suggest overthrowing the ruling monarchs was a brazen move, fraught with peril and uncertainty.
Yet, a spark of defiance flickered in Joshua's eyes as he pressed on, his tone resolute. "I offer myself as a beacon of hope for Corona as its new king. With your support, we can usher in a new era of prosperity and righteousness. Together, we can rid our kingdom of the Viking stain that has tainted it and restore our rightful place among the realms and show the neighboring Christian kingdoms that we do not allow pagans any advantage or rights unless they renounce their ways and submit to baptism and accept God into their hearts."
Some nobles nodded in tentative agreement, their minds swirling with the possibilities of a new leader at the helm. Others remained silent, wary of the implications and consequences of such a drastic upheaval.
As the room fell into contemplative silence, Joshua stood tall, his presence commanding attention. "I do not make this proclamation lightly, but with a heavy heart and a steadfast determination. The path ahead will be fraught with challenges, but I swear to you all that I will lead Corona to greatness once more."
The nobles looked to one another, weighing their loyalties and their convictions. The shadow of uncertainty hung over them, yet the promise of a brighter future beckoned. In that moment, the fate of the Kingdom of Corona teetered on the edge of change—a change that could reshape their world forever.
As Joshua's call for support echoed through the chamber, a tense silence settled over the gathered nobles. Some among them exchanged cautious glances, their expressions torn between loyalty to the current monarchs and the allure of a new leader promising change. Joshua's gaze swept the room, his eyes meeting those of each noble in turn, searching for signs of solidarity.
"I ask you now, who among you will stand with me in this pivotal moment for our kingdom?" Joshua's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Together, we can steer Corona towards a future free of the stain of this unholy alliance with the pagan king. We can forge a path that restores our dignity and secures the prosperity of our people. Will you join me in this noble cause?"
A few nobles stepped forward, their resolve clear in their eyes as they pledged their allegiance to Joshua's cause. They shared his vision of a renewed Corona, free from the compromise they believed had tainted their rulers. Others, however, hung back, their hesitation palpable as they weighed their loyalties and the potential consequences of such a bold act.
The room grew tense as the divide among the nobles became apparent. Some whispered amongst themselves, debating the implications of choosing a new leader over the existing monarchy. The air was thick with uncertainty and tension, as the nobles found themselves at an impasse, torn between tradition and the promise of change.
With a heavy heart, Joshua surveyed the room, the weight of his decision heavy upon his shoulders. The stakes were high, and the path forward was uncertain. As the standoff continued, the fate of Corona hung precariously in the balance, with the nobles' choices shaping the kingdom's future in ways both profound and unpredictable.
A ship had dropped anchor in the harbor of Corona's kingdom, this ship carried travelers, merchants, and those who belong to the wide world. Among these travelers was a hooded figure who had been alive longer than any human being on the earth, thanks to powers not of the mortal world. Stepping off of the ship the figure has sought passage on to reach the Kingdom of Corona, they lower their hood, revealing a beautiful woman with vibrant tanned skin, dark brown hair, and enchanting sepia eyes which took in her bearings. This woman's name was Kassandra the Eagle Bearer, a Spartan mercenary who fought during the Peloponnesian War in 431 to 405 BCE. After partaking in such a war and many adventures in her lifetime, she ultimately succeeded in vanquishing the Cult and the Order from Greece, Kassandra met her father Pythagoras, who entrusted her with the Staff of Hermes Trismegistus, another Piece of Eden which granted her biological immortality. Since then, she has walked the earth having been on countless adventures, wars, and other daring exploits for millennia and three hundred years. And even though she should be dust and bones, she found that immortality was both a blessing and a curse; a blessing, for the opportunity to not only vanish evil and powers whether mortal or otherwise who would threaten the world of liberty and freedom. But also a curse, for everyone she has known and loved in her life has either died in one way shape, or form, while she has maintained her vitality, strength, and appearance.
Having traveled most of the known world in her millennia of immortality, Kassandra had encountered many threats, evils, and wonders that could jeopardize the world. Thankfully, with the aid of the Hidden Ones as well as other reliable allies, such threats were either destroyed utterly or forced to retreat to the shadows and lick their wounds until an opportunity to return presented itself. When she wasn't saving the world from perils that threatened the world, she would savor the beauty of life, seek out and learn about hidden cultures that were long forgotten, and fight as a soldier of fortune.
Now, as she found herself in Christian Europe, she was here to seek out a man who had piqued her curiosity during her travels—Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. She had first heard of this Viking king when
As Kassandra moved through the bustling marketplace of Corona, the vibrant colors and sounds enveloped her. Merchants shouted their wares, children played by the fountain, and the aroma of spices mingled with the scents of fresh bread and roasted meats. Despite her surroundings, Kassandra's mind was focused on her goal: meeting Hiccup Haddock III, the Viking king whose reputation had reached even her ears in far-off lands.
Her armor, a glorious fusion of Spartan and Amazonian designs, clung to her body, emphasizing her prowess as a warrior while still allowing for ease of movement. The cloak billowed slightly behind her, adding an air of mystery as she glided through the crowd. Though she was accustomed to drawing attention, today she chose to remain incognito, her hood shadowing her striking features.
As she approached the town square—where she had heard Hiccup often spent time—Kassandra spotted a group of Vikings gathered around a tall, charismatic man whose laughter boomed above the chatter. His unmistakable shock of red hair and confident demeanor made him stand out. She felt a surge of determination; he was every bit the leader she had imagined.
Kassandra hesitated for a moment, observing him from a distance as he interacted with his people, sharing stories of adventures and conquests. There was a camaraderie among the Vikings that was infectious, and she found herself smiling at the warmth of their bonds. Yet, duty called, and she steeled herself to approach him.
Drawing a deep breath, she stepped forward, her cloak swirling around her as she made her way through the throng of admirers and curious onlookers. When she finally stood before Hiccup, she dropped her hood, revealing her fierce yet graceful visage.
Hiccup now roamed through the marketplace of the streets of Corona, his mind was churning with thoughts of worry and anxiety as he stopped by the nearest blacksmith shop and examined weaponry that had been recently forged and was for sale. Arianna and Rapunzel greeted him with love and affection, but the warm greeting was replaced with the grim talks of a possible attempt to overthrow them from power. When Hiccup inquired who would be bold enough to make an attempt to overthrow her and Rapunzel, the queen of Corona had her suspicions about the nobleman, Joshua, along with several others who harbored resentment towards her for allowing Vikings to settle in their kingdom. Rapunzel was being harassed and looked down upon by many of the late King Frederic's trusted nobles, even calling her a whore to pagans, which infuriated both Arianna and Rapunzel.
This wasn't just a matter of overthrowing a royal family but also a means of exterminating a people who had no choice but to flee from their homeland and now seek life elsewhere. And of course, religion was a major factor in this--the conspirators believe Arianna and Rapunzel have abandoned their Christian path and had turned to the pagan ways of Vikings by willingly sleeping with Hiccup on multiple occasions both in the Viking settlement and Corona Castle. If these conspirators and their followers were allowed to overthrow Arianna and Rapunzel, then the peace between the Scandinavian people and citizens of Corona would be at war with each other, and Hiccup refused to let that happen.
"Excuse me, are you King Hiccup?"
Turning around, the Viking king laid eyes on a fierce, yet stunning woman with tanned skin and dark brown eyes that seemed to burn in the sun. She was clad in a cloak, yet Hiccup could see that she was wearing armor the likes of which he had never seen before. Her accent was clearly foreign, and the way she spoke Norse was... impressive.
"I am," standing straighter, Hiccup narrowed his eyes at the beautiful stranger before him, his left hand resting on top of Inferno, ready to draw his blade if she made an attempt on his life. "And you are?"
Smiling softly, the woman replied. "Kassandra the Eagle Bearer," bowing her head in greetings, she then eyed him from head to toes, before looking in his eyes with hum. "I have traveled far to meet you in person. Your fame has travelled far and wide."
Raising an eyebrow, Hiccup feigned ignorance. "My fame?"
Chuckling, Kassandra nodded. "Yes. You Vikings seek to make names for yourselves, no?" Crossing her arms across her chest, she continued. "I know little of your peoples' heroes, but I have heard a great deal about you: tamer of the Night Fury, slayer of the Red Death, The Dragon Master, Chief of Berk, King of Vikings, and Hiccup the Womanizer." Smirking at the Viking king's flushed face at the mention of the last title, Kassandra tilted her head in curiosity. "I take it you have a harem, yes?" Walking along the crowded marketplace together, Hiccup turned to this stranger and merely nodded. Humming, the Greek warrior shrugged. "I see. As king, you must persevere your bloodline, and so you would need those of royal blood to ensure your heirs have a claim to the throne and fend off those who would challenge you."
"Yes, exactly," Hiccup said and looked to Toothless, who had been by his side, and was still showing signs of caution around this stranger. Reciprocating his dragons' instincts, the Viking king then came to a stop. "Why have you sought me out, Kassandra the Eagle Bearer?"
Chewing on her bottom lip softly, Kassandra revealed her intentions. "I have come seeking you out because I not only wish to see dragons, those winged beasts of legends and stories told to inflame the imagination of children but also to serve as... a soldier of fortune," smiling, she shrugged. "I have been wandering this world for many years, ever since I lost those I have held close to my heart and my homelands have moved on, I have sought to offer my services a warrior to those who are not only just and fair rulers, but I also seek to rid the worlds of great evils and perils, whether they come from man or from forces beyond or control."
Sharing a look with Toothless, who tilted his head curiously, Hiccup looked back to the Greek beauty and hummed before beckoning him to join him. "You've piqued my interested, Kassandra," he confessed before urging her to speak further. "Let's talk further and I'll gauge if you can be a trustworthy ally."
"As you wish, King Hiccup."
As King Hiccup Haddock and Kassandra, the Eagle Bearer, strolled through the vibrant marketplace of Corona, the air was filled with the tantalizing aromas of spiced meats and fresh bread. They exchanged stories and laughter, their chemistry undeniable. The colorful stalls, with their wares on display, seemed to fade into the background as they focused on one another, captivated by their shared experiences as warriors.
The duo soon found themselves in a bustling square where townsfolk had gathered, their interest piqued by the presence of a Viking king and a legendary Assassin. With a playful competitive spirit, Hiccup proposed a friendly duel, showcasing their fighting skills. Kassandra accepted with a grin, and the crowd erupted in excitement.
As they sparred, it was a mesmerizing display of agility and strength: Hiccup's calculated strikes skillfully clashing with Kassandra's fluid movements. The audience gasped as the two exchanged blows, the sound of metal ringing through the square. Each strike and parry told a story of their respective legacies, and the combination of Viking bravado and Greek precision left the citizens speechless.
After their spirited duel ended in mutual respect and admiration, Hiccup led Kassandra to a secluded hilltop where Toothless awaited. They climbed onto the back of the loyal Night Fury, and with a powerful roar, they ascended into the sky. The wind whipped through their hair as they soared above the kingdom, the world below a tapestry of vibrant colors.
Upon returning to the ground, the evening sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape. They broke bread at a quaint tavern, the warm light illuminating their faces as they shared stories of their adventures and the challenges they had faced. They spoke of their hopes and dreams, their cultures, and the gods they revered—finding common ground in their quests for honor and justice.
As the hours passed, the conversation grew deeper. There was an electric connection between them, woven through shared laughter and intense stories. They discovered a mutual respect that began to blossom into something more profound. The intimate atmosphere of the tavern, combined with their adventurous spirits, made it easy for them to share personal details.
Hiccup leaned closer, his voice low and sincere, while Kassandra felt a warmth in her chest as he spoke about his dreams for the future of his kingdom. In turn, Kassandra painted vivid pictures of her journeys across ancient lands, the thrill of discovery and the weight of her responsibilities as an Assassin.
With each passing moment, the vibrant hues of the sunset bathed the kingdom in shades of orange and pink, Kassandra felt an impulse for freedom after a long day of adventures and battles. With a playful smile, she suggested to Hiccup that she wanted to take a dip in the nearby beach's cool waters, her adventurous spirit urging her to embrace the moment.
Hiccup chuckled, encouraging her to enjoy herself while he gathered his thoughts. He watched her dive into the waves, the sun glistening off the water as she swam with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The sight was captivating, and he couldn't help but admire her confidence and strength.
However, the tranquility of the moment was shattered when a Terrible Terror arrived on the scene, breathless and urgent. Hiccup quickly took the message attached to its leg, his brow furrowing as he read about the alarming reports from Gustav and the Dragon Riders' Auxiliary. Zlobina the Malicious, was reportedly camped just an hour away with her small army, alongside Savage and his faction of Viking rogues.
Knowledge of their presence sent a chill down his spine. Hiccup recognized the threat they posed to the newly established Viking settlement and the innocent lives that relied on their protection. This was not just a matter of pride; it was a test of his leadership and resolve.
With Kassandra still enjoying her swim, Hiccup decided to give her a few more moments of peace before addressing the serious situation at hand. He turned his gaze back to the horizon, plotting their next moves, knowing that upon returning to the settlement, he would need to convene with his warlords. A meeting to strategize against their enemies was essential, and with Zlobina's cunning and Savage's ruthlessness, they would require careful planning to ensure the safety of their people.
As Kassandra peaked her head from the water, droplets cascading down her skin, she noticed the sudden shift in Hiccup's demeanor. "Everything alright?" She asked, her expression shifting from carefree joy to concern.
"Not quite," Hiccup admitted, folding the message and stowing it away. He shared the news with her, outlining the threat posed by Zlobina and Savage. Kassandra's eyes darkened with determination as he spoke, the legacy of the Assassin within her igniting a fierce protective instinct.
Kassandra would question what was bothering him soon, but for now, there was something else she wanted in that moment.
Walking out of the water, stark naked, Hiccup's heart raced as Kassandra approached him, the gentle waves lapping at her feet. The vibrant hues of the sunset painted the sky in shades of deep orange and pink, casting a warm glow on her tanned skin, making her look ethereal. Hiccup had admired her strength and fierce determination upon meeting her, but seeing her like this, so free and unguarded, took his breath away.
Kassandra flashed him a playful grin, her confidence evident in how she moved. "Enjoying the view, King Hiccup?" She teased, her voice a melodic mix of amusement and challenge. Hiccup swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as he struggled to find his words.
"Uh, I—" he stammered, captivated by the sight before him. Her soaked hair glistened, as did her skin with droplets of water, and the air was thick with an unspoken tension that crackled between them.
"Come in, the water is perfect," she beckoned, her tone inviting as she waded deeper into the sea. Hiccup hesitated for a moment, then decided to join her. Stripping out of his clothes and splashing into the cool water, the waves swirling around them as he closed the distance.
As they swam together, laughter mingled with the sound of the ocean, their bodies gliding effortlessly through the water. Hiccup couldn't help but admire her strength and agility, and they soon found themselves playing a game of tag among the waves. Each playful splash brought them closer, the boundary of their friendship blurring little by little.
Eventually, they found themselves floating on their backs, side by side, watching the colors of the sunset dance across the sky. Hiccup turned his head to glance at Kassandra, and for a moment, time stood still. The connection between them felt palpable, a magnetic pull that drew them closer despite their hesitation.
"Kassandra, I—" Hiccup began, his voice barely above a whisper, but she cut him off by propping herself up on her elbows, smirking at him.
"Let's not pretend we don't feel this," she challenged softly, her eyes shimmering with mischief and sincerity.
Before he could respond, Kassandra moved closer, her hand brushing against his as she floated. A bolt of electricity surged through him at the contact, and their gazes locked, the teasing atmosphere shifting to something more intense. The world around them faded as Kassandra leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a hesitant, electric kiss that ignited a spark deep within him.
Suddenly, all the uncertainties melted away, and he found himself deepening the kiss, tasting the salt of the sea on her lips, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The kiss was fervent yet gentle, a promise of more to come as the sun dipped below the horizon, enveloping them in twilight.
"You... don't mind this?"
Pulling away from his face to look into his enchanting, green eyes, Kassandra shook her head. "No," she then cocked her head curiously. "Do you?" When Hiccup shook his head, Kassandra smiled. "Good." She then caressed his toned skin, admiring his lean, wiry frame. Trailing a finger down his abdomen and wrapping her hand around his cock, the Greek warrior smiled as Hiccup inhaled sharply in pleasure. "Now, where were we?"
As they stumbled out of the water, laughter filled the air, creating a carefree atmosphere. Kassandra, with a playful glint in her eyes, suddenly pushed Hiccup back onto the warm sand, catching him by surprise.
"Hiccup, consider this a challenge!" She teased, straddling him, her knees on either side as she leaned down, her hair cascading around them like a curtain. "Spartan women are not easily tamed. You will have to assert dominance if you want me." The contrast of her laughter and the gentle sound of waves crashing on the shore formed an intoxicating backdrop.
Hiccup looked up at her, heart racing, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath him and the thrilling weight of her above him. As she leaned in closer, the world around them faded; it was just the two of them, suspended in this moment.
Deciding to accept her challenge, Hiccup tried to assert his dominance over the millennia-old woman above him. They wrestled and groped playfully, rolling around in the sand, until finally, Kassandra placed a strong hand on his heaving chest, keeping the Viking king pinned down. Grinning at her lover, Kassandra quipped. "And here I thought you Vikings were known for your strength. Perhaps you are not as strong as people say."
"Maybe I want to experience the strength of a woman who should be long dead by now," Hiccup quipped back before chuckling. "And if you think that just because I'm a man I need to assert dominance, think again. Despite having moments with my wife and other lovers, I always seem to be a bottom, especially when entangled with a strong woman."
Then, with a playful smile, Kassandra closed the distance, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both soft and electric. Hiccup felt every nerve in his body awaken as she pressed against him, the taste of salt and the essence of the ocean merging in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her back, overwhelmed by the chemistry that sparked between them. The moment felt timeless, a perfect blend of passion and the thrill of adventure, mirroring the journeys they had both faced in their worlds.
Reaching down between them, Kassandra took hold of his shaft while grinding against him. Hissing at her stronghold and also the feel of her hot and wet against him, Hiccup held his breath as the Greek warrior aligned his shaft with her entrance, slowly sinking on his shaft inch by inch until they were flushed. Kassandra moved with a confidence that left Hiccup utterly captivated. Her presence was electric, and every movement seemed to blend strength and grace in a way that was both enchanting and awe-inspiring.
Hiccup couldn't help but admire the way the sun caught the contours of her figure, highlighting the determination in her expression. The rhythm of the moment, the connection they shared, wrapped them in a bubble that felt both surreal and exhilarating.
He found himself lost in her gaze, wondering what thoughts were swirling in her mind and feeling a sense of wonder at the bond they were forming—one that transcended their different worlds. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the shared experience between them, filled with warmth and burgeoning emotions.
Kassandra's laughter, bright against the backdrop of crashing waves, was a melody he wanted to hear forever.
"Oh, this is an impressive spear you have, King Hiccup," Kassandra praised as she rode him harder and faster. She ran her tongue along her lips before running a hand through her wet hair and leaned down to murmur against his ear. "Can you wield it with deadly purpose as you do with your flaming sword?"
In a surprising move, Hiccup flipped them over until Kassandra was on her back and looking up at him with a look of surprise as well as anticipation. "I suppose you'll find out, won't you?" Hiccup's response was backed by him taking two handfuls of her legs and thrusting into her strong, powerful body with thrusts that left Kassandra crying out in Greek.
"O, Hedone, tóso kalá!"
Crying out to the Greek goddess of pleasure, Hedone, Kassandra grasped two handfuls of sand and moved her hips with Hiccup's strong thrusts. Despite being sexually active, she had not been intimate with a man in some time, and she was reaching the state of release embarrassingly fast, however, at the moment, Kassandra didn't mind. Her legs lock around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of her. Her muscled body meets his thrust for thrust until Hiccup threads a hand through her hair and murmurs how incredible she is, to which Kassandra moans even louder, spurred on by his praise, as though he were a mere mortal praying to a goddess.
"I can feel you clenching around me," Hiccup growled against her ear. "You're beautiful, Kassandra, inside and out, worthy of companionship and affection," he continued, relishing the way she shivered from his words. Kassandra flutters under his touch and feels herself drawing ever closer to her climax. The same could be said for Hiccup himself, who felt that delicious desire pooling between his legs.
Kassandra's hips rock against his frantically, eager to claim that pleasurable end. Her hard nipples rub against his, each movement builds his need higher and higher. Her body arches up to meet his as if she can't get enough, and when the buildup becomes too much, his climax is an explosion of heat and desire.
"Odin's beard, Kassandra!"
Crying out the Greek warrior's name, Hiccup's blissful cry spurs her climax onward. His whole body shakes with the release, and her own joins him, writhing and moaning hungrily. Savoring the experience together, Hiccup whispers words of praise while she bucks underneath him all while still grinding into her, drawing his last bits of pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of bliss, Hiccup flops on the sand next to Kassandra, breathing heavily. "Wow, that was..."
"Splendid?"
Turning to the Greek, the Viking king chuckled while running a hand through his damp hair. "That's one word for it," he then got up and returned to the sea to wipe away sand clinging to parts of his body that would lead to irritation. Once free of sand on his body, Hiccup redressed and noted Kassandra eyeing him with a smirk. "Like what you see?" He teased.
"You are very pleasing to the eyes, King Hiccup."
Getting up herself, Kassandra too returned to the sea and washed away the sand lining her. After washing away the sand, she made her way to a Boulder that held a folded towel and a dress. "That was a very pleasant way to spend time with you," she smiled after drying off and then putting her Greek dress back on. "I certainly hope this isn't the last time we can have an intimate encounter like this."
"That makes two of us," Hiccup smiled as he fastened the last of his clothes. Looking to the horizon, the Viking king inhaled the air and sighed before looking back at Kassandra. "I need to return to my home, my wife, Astrid, is expecting to give birth to our third child, and I would hate to miss out on her conception."
Smiling, the Greek warrior nodded. "Go. We will see each other again soon, King Hiccup," she then grinned. "I would love for you to help me train a dragon of my own."
"Count on it."
Upon making his way back to the Viking settlement, Hiccup, who was perched on Toothless' back, headed straight for the Haddock hut. Judging from the frantic expressions of midwives exiting the hut, Hiccup knew he had arrived just in time to be by Astrid's side as she conceived their third child. Sliding off of Toothless and racing into the hut, Hiccup made his way upstairs and found Astrid in labor, surrounded by midwives and his Fair Queens.
"H-Hiccup," Astrid, who was sleeked in sweat, and contorting in pain, smiled despite the excruciating labor she was undergoing. "Good of you to join us."
Reaching his wife's side, he grasped her hand and kissed her sweaty forehead. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, Milady," he reassured her and cooed soothing words against her ear as she cried out in pain.
As Hiccup held Astrid's hand tightly, he could feel the strength and determination radiating from her, even amidst the pain. The midwives moved efficiently around them, their calmness contrasting with the intensity of the moment. Hiccup leaned closer, brushing a few wisps of hair away from her damp forehead.
"You're doing so great, Astrid," he whispered, his voice steady and soothing. "I'm right here with you. Just focus on me."
With each contraction, Astrid's grip on his hand tightened, and she turned her gaze to him, finding solace in his presence. The room was filled with the sounds of encouragement from the other Fair Queens and the rhythmic breathing of the laboring mother. Hiccup kept his eyes locked on hers, offering his unwavering support.
"You're my warrior," he said, a gentle smile breaking through the tension. "Just a little longer, and we'll have our baby here. Just like the strong Viking you are."
With one final push, the cries of their newborn filled the room, bringing tears of joy to Astrid's eyes. Hiccup felt a rush of love and pride as he watched his family grow. Valka, who was aiding the midwives, swiftly wrapped the tiny form in blankets and placed the baby in Astrid's waiting arms.
"What is it, Mom?"
Looking at her son and lover, Valka beamed. "You have another son," she congratulated both Hiccup and Astrid.
"Unsurprising," Astrid chuckled breathlessly. "That baby was just clawing at my insides to be free."
Laughter filled the air because of the Viking queen's quip, but soon Valka carried the third child spawned by Astrid to the queen, who gladly took the baby boy in her outstretched arms.
Hiccup knelt beside her, his heart swelling as he gazed at the newest member of their family. "Welcome to the world, little one," he murmured, brushing his fingers gently over the baby's head. Then he looked at Astrid, a smile breaking across his face, "You did it."
"We did it," Astrid corrected, beaming with pride and exhaustion as she leaned against his shoulder. The couple shared a moment of quiet joy, knowing that their love had brought forth new life once again.
The room was filled with warmth and celebration as the Fair Queens gathered around Hiccup and Astrid, each of them offering their heartfelt congratulations. Heather, with her nurturing spirit, was the first to step forward, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Another son! What a wonderful addition to your family," she exclaimed, enveloping Astrid in a gentle embrace. "He'll be a brave warrior, just like his parents."
Anna chimed in, her excitement infectious. "I can't wait to see him grow! We'll have so many adventures together." She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Maybe we can even teach him how to ride a dragon!"
Elsa stood beside her sister, a serene smile gracing her lips. "Your family is a testament to the strength of love. This little one is lucky to have such caring parents," she added, her voice warm and encouraging.
Camicazi, always full of energy, bounced on her feet. "I bet he'll be just as mischievous as Hiccup! Can't wait to see how he gets into trouble!"
Atali offered a soft smile, placing her hand on Astrid's shoulder. "You've shown incredible strength, Astrid. He'll grow up seeing just how powerful a woman can be."
Mala, with her wise demeanor, nodded in agreement. "This child will carry the legacy of both of you. His future is bright with your guidance."
Fiona, ever the supportive friend, leaned in closer to offer her own heartfelt joy. "I'm so proud of you both! This little boy is going to be surrounded by love and fierce protectors."
Hiccup felt a swell of pride and gratitude. "Thank you, everyone," he said, looking around at the women who meant so much to both him and Astrid. "We're grateful for your support. It means the world to us."
Together, the group embraced the new arrival with warmth and celebration, already envisioning the adventures that awaited their extended family. In that moment, Hiccup and Astrid felt an overwhelming sense of belonging, surrounded by love and friendship, ready to face whatever came next.
Valka, who dismissed the midwives, turned back to Hiccup and Astrid, a soft smile and a twinkle in her eyes that spoke of pride and affection. The moment she laid eyes on her son and daughter-in-law with their newborn son, her heart swelled with joy.
"Oh, son," she said, moving to embrace Hiccup. "You've made me so proud. Another beautiful addition to our family!" She then turned her attention to Astrid, her voice warm and tender. "And you, dear Astrid, you were incredible. Your strength and bravery shine brighter than ever."
Astrid looked up at Valka, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her embrace. "Thank you, Valka. It means so much to have your support."
Valka knelt down to see the baby better, her hand reaching out to gently caress the tiny forehead. "He's perfect," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "You both have created something truly special. I can already tell he will have a spirit as adventurous as his father's."
Hiccup, placing an arm around both Astrid and Valka, smiled widely. "We hope to raise him to be as brave and compassionate as you taught me to be."
Valka chuckled lightly, her eyes bright with love. "With parents like you, he'll certainly have the best lessons. Just remember, love and courage are the foundation of a great heart. What a wonderful future awaits him."
The Fair Queens gathered around, nodding in agreement, their shared laughter filling the room. The bond of family and friendship enveloped them, a heartwarming reminder that they were all part of something greater—a community built on love and unity.
In that moment, Hiccup, Astrid, and their newfound son were not just surrounded by friends; they were enshrined by a family of warriors, ready to support them on their journey ahead.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Viking settlement, Hiccup cradled the newborn in his arms, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. Astrid, still breathless from the labor, lay back against the pillows, her hair glistening with sweat but her spirit undiminished. The gentle cooing of their baby Finnick brought a smile to her face, and she reached out to stroke his downy hair.
In the flickering light of the candles, the air felt electric with the combined feelings of joy and relief. Hiccup leaned in, brushing his lips softly against Astrid's forehead. "You were incredible," he whispered, his voice low and filled with admiration.
Astrid's cheeks flushed, not just from exhaustion but from a mix of pride and something deeper that stirred within her. "We did this together," she replied, her eyes sparkling with that familiar fierce affection.
The room was filled with the gentle sounds of the night settling around them, but it was interrupted by the laughter and chatter of their friends just outside the door, celebrating the newest addition to their family. Hiccup found himself lost for a moment, watching Astrid, her eyes bright with love and the weariness of motherhood.
He leaned closer, their foreheads touching, the air thickening between them as they shared a tender moment. "What do you say we step outside for a minute? Just the two of us?" Hiccup suggested, his voice dropping to a soft murmur.
Astrid nodded, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "I could use a moment away from all this," she replied, glancing back at the baby, who was peacefully asleep in his crib.
Hiccup slipped his hand into hers, leading her outside to a quiet spot overlooking the settlement. The stars twinkled above them, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees. Here, in the serenity of the night, the weight of their responsibilities felt lighter, and the bond between them deepened.
"Can you believe it?" Astrid said, looking out at the settlement aglow with warmth and life. "Look at what we've built together."
Hiccup turned to her, his eyes filled with admiration. "And look at our family," he added softly, pulling Astrid closer into his embrace. The warmth radiating from her body ignited something within him that had been simmering beneath the surface.
"I don't think I'd want to do this with anyone else," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Astrid met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting a blend of affection and desire.
In that quiet moment, surrounded by the peacefulness of the night and the soft sounds of their home, Hiccup leaned in, capturing Astrid's lips with his in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around them faded away as they melted into each other, their hearts beating in sync with one another.
This was their sanctuary—a place where love flourished even amid chaos. When their lips finally parted, breathless and smiling, Astrid knew that together they would navigate the challenges ahead, just as they always had. And with that thought warming her heart, she whispered against his lips, "Let's create even more memories, shall we?"
As Hiccup took her hand, they walked back inside, ready to embrace whatever came next—together as partners, as rulers, and as a family.
However, this euphoria would soon be replaced with apocalyptic circumstances.
(The Citadel)
Kjell Bludvist moved his way through the crowded streets of The Citadel, where warriors were assembling to where his father, Drago, had summoned them to address them before they set off to conquer Hiccup Haddock and his Vikings. After months of final preparations, pillaging the Hidden World for any remaining dragons, and ensuring each faction within this gathering of warriors was prepared for the voyage at sea, it was finally time to set sail to the Viking settlement within the Kingdom of Corona, and raze it to the ground and conquer Hiccup Haddock's kingdom. This was undoubtedly one of the greatest gatherings of ethnic warriors the world has ever seen, and the war that they would bring to Hiccup Haddock and his people would be remembered long after they were all dust and bones.
Despite the reputation Hiccup Haddock had built for himself, Kjell knew that there was no possible way that these people of combined Scandinavians could resist such an army. After all, their numbers didn't just consist of men and women, but also dragons of all shapes and sizes. Still, although they had the numerical advantage, Kjell knew that trust among the ranks of this cabal of ethnic factions was like walking on thin ice, eventually, a crack would form and spread out, symbolizing each warlord of their respective faction would seek to go their separate ways or seek glory elsewhere; they would tolerate the burden of following Drago's command for so long until the burden became too heavy and they would remove themselves from this cabal entirely. It was inevitable.
Reaching where most of the warriors were gathered, Kjell nudged one of his closest companions within this coalition, Ahimoth, and leader of the Dragon Flyers. The two men shared a smirk and nodded, acknowledging each other before the light-skinned man murmured loud enough for Kjell alone to hear. "The time has come to finally rid the world of the blight that is the Viking people. Hiccup Haddock deserves death, not enslavement," his words harbored resentment, especially since Ahimoth's father was Krogan, the former leader of the Dragon Flyers many years back, and who was killed for his failure for not procuring a King of Dragons egg for Drago. Ahimoth knew his father's failure wasn't because of his incompetence, it was because Hiccup Haddock and his Riders of Berk had interfered with his mission. "Nothing would please me more than kill the man whose interference led to my father's execution."
Turning to the man he saw a brother, Kjell murmured back. "I feel your rage and hatred towards the Viking king, my friend. But my father's word is law. Hiccup Haddock will suffer a fate worse than death as he watches his settlement in the Kingdom of Corona burn to ash, his people being slaughtered, and his beloved dragons being added to our dragon army," he then turned his head to look at his friend in his eyes, which had a figurative fire blazing within them. "Defy my father's decree and you will join your father in death. I do not wish to see you die pointlessly." Grabbing the back of Ahimoth's head and pressing his forehead against his own, he tempered his friend's rage with sweet promises. "You cannot kill Hiccup Haddock, but my father said nothing about sparring his collection of whores and bastard children, hmm?" A sinister smile spread across Ahimoth's face and before he could voice his opinion, the commotion from their allies around them grew louder and the two young men looked to see their leader about to address the masses.
Drago Bludvist stood atop a rocky outcrop, the fiery sunset casting a dramatic glow on his scarred, determined face. The gathered warriors of the Northern Alliance, Samurai of the Red Dragon Order, Muslim Coalition, Dragon Hunter and Trapper remnants, Knights of the Blackstone Legion, and Viking mercenaries under the employment of the Fairhair dynasty stood at attention with their respective leaders. A sea of fierce faces and battle-worn armor looked up to the mad warlord with anticipation. He raised his voice, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd, his presence demanding their full attention.
"Brothers and sisters of the Northern Alliance! Allies! And fellow warriors! Today we stand on the brink of a new era, one where fear and doubt will be washed away by the tides of our ambitions! As we prepare to set sail for Hiccup Haddock's Viking settlement in the heart of the Germanic kingdom of Corona, remember this: He has been a thorn in our sides for far too long. With him gone, we will seize the power that is rightfully ours!"
He paced back and forth, the energy of the crowd building with each word. "Stoick the Vast's pup and his horde of tired, filthy dogs think they can defy us, that their so-called friendship with dragons will shield them from our might. But we are the storm that will sweep across their shores! We will show them the true meaning of power and dominance!"
Cheers erupted from the warriors, their spirits ignited with fervor. Drago raised his bullhook aloft, his voice rising above the thunderous applause. "We will strike fear into the hearts of the Vikings! Their homes will burn, their spirits will shatter, their king will become enslaved, and their dragons will be ours! No longer will we be denied our deepest desires and ambitions. Once the filth that is the Viking people has been dealt with, nothing will stand in our way as we conquer this world and become its masters!"
The crowd roared with approval, their voices echoing through the air as they chanted his name. Drago's eyes gleamed with ambition as he gazed over his allies. "Prepare your ships, fan the inferno within you, and sharpen your blades. We set sail at dawn! And when we return to this place, it will be as conquerors, ready to claim what is ours and leave our mark on this world as its masters!"
As the rallying cry of the Northern Alliance and its allies filled the air, Drago felt the weight of their shared purpose. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their goal of glory and conquest.
With a final flourish, he thrust his bullhook into the ground, vowing that this would be the dawn of a new age, and with it, the world would tremble beneath their might.
Kjell shared a grin with Ahimoth smacked his friend on the back and gave him a firm nod, silently promising him of the pleasure he would take in robbing Hiccup Haddock of his loved ones and his bloodline.
A/N: We're picking things up here. Expect some hectic battles coming soon!
