A/N: For those of you who're reading this story on different writing platforms, I am writing other stories too, hence the wait for this story. But with the wait now over for this chapter, Hiccup's next women will include Eivor Wolf-Kissed and Randvi of the Raven Clan, so expect a three-way delight in this chapter, as well as a surprise from the Viggo plot line. Anyway, let's not waste any more time, on to the next one!
(Normal pov— York)
"I still can't believe King Hiccup spared your life during your trial, old man. Killing you would be in the king's best interest, after all, many of his people wanted to see you hang for what you did to their loved ones."
Viggo was tending to Starscream in the stables, washing the Skrill while also savoring the early morning sunlight warming his skin. Looking over his shoulder, the former Dragon Hunter saw his protege finish cleaning his Boneknapper, Merlin, who was now receiving a bucket of fish from his rider. "In truth, young Robin, I find it hard to believe myself, especially with all that I have done to Hiccup and those who follow him," as Viggo began to dry off his Skrill, he dried the dragon's soaked skin and scales carefully as well as tenderly, causing the storm dragon to growl lowly in delight. "Trust, however, is a fragile thing that can easily be broken, and it goes both ways as well; Hiccup has decided to place his trust in me, for the moment. Should Hiccup doubt my intentions, then my life will end, and it will not be a pleasant death, I can assure you."
"Yeah, being thrown to a bloodthirsty mob of Vikings as they tear you to pieces isn't the way I would want to die," Robin winced while rubbing Merlin's head and smiling as the Boneknapper was chomping down nearly the entire bucket of fish that was offered to him. "So, should we tell Hiccup that it's not just the two of us and that more riders out there are loyal to you? And what about... her?"
Once Starscream was dried off, Viggo turned to his young companion before setting the sodden rag he was using in the now-empty cleaning bucket. "Hiccup must not have reason to doubt me, I must earn his trust by telling him the truth about why we are here. I will seek an audience with Hiccup and seek his permission to allow our companions and my daughter to join us," The sound of multiple footsteps suddenly caused Viggo and Robin to turn to the stable doors, they soon laid eyes on Hiccup, Snotlout, and the Kingsguard. Both men bowed their heads in greetings before Viggo stood straight. "King Hiccup, may I have a word with you—?"
"Save it, Viggo, my cousin is on his way to Ravensthorpe to coax Jarl Randvi of the Raven Clan to join our numbers," Snotlout crossed his beefy arms across his chest while adding. "While the king is away, you and your sidekick here are to be under constant watch, any funny business, and... well, you know."
"Yes, I understand, thank you, dear Snotlout," Viggo then turned back to Hiccup, "before you depart, however, there is some information that I wish to disclose to you." Curious, the young king gave a nod, allowing Viggo to continue. "Robin and I are not the only ones here. We are here with what remains of the Grimborn Tribe, not just former Dragon Hunters, but there are also harmless men, women, children, as well as my daughter—"
"Excuse me, what!?" Snotlout exclaimed in shock. "Since when do you have a daughter?"
"I'm a chief, Snotlout, producing an heir is vital to ensuring one's bloodline remains intact... wouldn't you agree, Hiccup?" Viggo gave his former adversary a knowing smirk, causing Hiccup to give the older man a deflective scowl.
Awkward silence.
Deciding to change the subject, Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "This daughter of yours, what's her name?"
"Alina," a smile graced Viggo's face as she spoke softly. "Alina Grimborn."
Sharing a look with Snotlout, who looked doubtful, Hiccup inquired further. "Does your daughter and what remains of your men ride dragons too?"
"They do," Viggo confirmed. "Many of my men believed bonding with dragons was absurd, at first, however, when Johann and Krogan exhausted my tribe's resources and manpower in search of the King of Dragons, many were left with nothing, and when faced with living a land that could no longer sustain us as well as the threat of plague, my men saw that they had no choice but to bond with dragons."
"How many of you are there?"
"We number one hundred and fifty. Though the number of my people is not impressive, I can assure you, they will not cause trouble among your ranks, should you be willing to take us in," Viggo continued while shaking his head. "I confess, my... obsession with seeing you destroyed in the played a key factor in my tribe's misfortune, that adversity only continued when Johann and Krogan continued to exhaust the resources and manpower of my tribe, leaving the Grimborn Tribe on the brink of utter collapse. It was only after Robin and a faithful man of mine saved me from succumbing to the arrow wounds I received back then did I manage to save my tribe from destruction," Hiccup was cautious, he wanted to believe Viggo, but he also knew that he was skilled in deception and manipulation. "I can see you are conflicted, please, allow me to prove to you that what I have told you is true."
Snotlout turned to his cousin, awaiting his orders. After a moment to think, Hiccup looked into Viggo's eyes and nodded, granting him permission to prove whether or not his words were true.
Stepping outside of the stables, Viggo turned to Robin, who gave him a horn out of his saddle pouch. With the horn in hand, the former Dragon Hunter blew it with all his might, alerting anyone who would be listening beyond the walls of York. Time passed, until suddenly, three people who were perched on the backs of dragons landed in front of Viggo and the King of Vikings.
"Father!"
One of the riders, a hooded female, with sleek ebony hair done in a simple ponytail and with brown eyes slid off a grey Shivertooth dragon. "Alina, my daughter," Viggo opened his arms and chuckled boisterously when his daughter gave him a hug that threatened to make him breathless. "I told you this was a risk worth taking."
"Wait, so does this mean that Hiccup has forgiven you?"
Viggo looked over his shoulder at the young king before remarking. "I have been given a second chance, however, should we do anything that jeopardizes King Hiccup's authority and his people, then the Grimborn Tribe will be destroyed completely."
Lars II, Viggo's cousin, slid off of the Monstrous Nightmare he was riding and approached. "Then we'll see to it that the king's terms are clear," he said firmly. "I'll bring the others and spread the word to the men." Viggo nodded and gave his cousin the go-ahead to bring the rest of their people into the safety of York's walls.
The third rider, Skegg, once a Dragon Hunter Commander, was in fact the same man Viggo had saved from falling into the lava within the volcano at Dragon's Edge when in search of the original Dragon Eye. Skegg also aided Robin in nursing Viggo back to health after he nearly met his end in the fortress Johann and Krogan used as a base of operations. Dismounting his Changewing, Skegg approached Viggo, after the two grasped each other's forearms in greetings, he then spoke. "Sir, our supplies are exhausted, and the women and children are all starving, as are the men and the dragons," turning to King Hiccup, he then spoke humbly. "I know you have no reason to help us, sir, but I beg you, the voyage to England was taxing and it cost us nearly the entirety of our food and water rations. If you show the Grimborn Tribe compassion, I promise you, you won't regret it."
Hiccup knew that this was an opportunity to show not just his own people, but even those he was at odds with that he was a compassionate, fair leader, he knew that although the Dragon Hunters inflicted much harm on Scandinavia's people and dragons in the past, in the end, they too were people who deserved to continue to exist.
"Snotlout, you and the Kingsguard see to it that Viggo's people are fed and cared for while I'm away. If anyone moves against them, see to it that they are imprisoned until I can determine a punishment suitable for them," The stocky Jorgenson nodded and turned to the men under his command to follow him to the gates of York and prepare for the Grimborn Tribe to arrive.
Breathing a sigh of relief at the compassion Hiccup was showing to his people, Skegg expressed heartfelt words of gratitude. "Thank you, King Hiccup. Thank you."
"Consider this act of compassion being the slates being wiped clean," Hiccup said before turning to Viggo. "Not everyone will agree with my actions, I know this. But we can't afford infighting and divisions, especially now," he then continued, "tend to your people and keep them in line, Viggo. When I return from Ravensthorpe, you and I will spend time together, giving me the chance to determine what role you and your people will play in my kingdom."
"As you wish, King Hiccup," Viggo bowed his head. "May I inquire what it is we will be doing when you return?"
"Why we'll be playing a game you're most fond of..." as Hiccup made his way out of the stables, he looked over his shoulders and revealed what Viggo already knew. "...Maces and Talons." With that said, Hiccup left his former adversary and then made his way to the Great Hall.
Once inside the Hall, the king was greeted by those who would be accompanying him to Ravensthorpe, they had just finished eating their morning meal, and all they were doing was waiting for Hiccup.
"Good morning, my dear," Valka's warm smile made butterflies swarm in Hiccup's belly, he returned her smile and the two shared an equally warm embrace. Eventually breaking the embrace, Valka caressed his cheek, causing him to lean into her tender touch and press a kiss into the palm of her hand, making Valka's heart beat faster.
"It's time," he said before looking at his companions, "is everyone ready?"
"Sure are!" Both Ruffnut and Tuffnut claimed in excitement. "Man, it feels like I've been cooped up in here for ages. It's about time we can get out and see what else England has to offer." Tuffnut said with an excited grin.
"I hear you, brother," Ruffnut then rubbed her hands. "Hopefully we'll have the opportunity to blow things up too!"
Rolling his eyes, Hiccup burst the twins' bubble. "Guys, we won't be blowing things up, we're going to Ravensthorpe to convince Jarl Randvi to join us," he then added firmly, "I want you two on your best behavior. Understand?" The twins groaned before nodding. "Good. Now, let's get moving everyone, Jarl Randvi will be expecting us."
"Spoilsport," Tuffnut murmured.
"I know, right?" Ruffnut agreed with her brother.
Eret placed a firm hand on each twin's shoulder, causing them to turn to the former Dragon Trapper. "You heard him, let's get a move on," he then snorted when the twins pouted like children. "You two really are something else, you know that?"
"Tell us something we don't know, Son of Eret," Camicazi smirked at the pouting twins.
Once outside, the group of Vikings mounted their respective dragons while Svanhild and the Jomsvikings accompanying her climbed behind each rider, serving as a wingman. Before taking off, Hiccup saw his queens' approach, those that were pregnant cradled their swelling bellies while those not yet without child gave him smiles. Astrid too gave him a smile before mouthing "I love you" to him. Giving his High Queen a nod of acknowledgment, the king turned to his companions before urging Toothless to take to the sky. Soon enough, the small group made their way beyond York and into the great lands of England.
Unknown to the King of Vikings and his followers, a mysterious figure in black armor with crimson and gilded outlining watched from afar as they flew towards Ravensthorpe. This figure lowered the telescope in their hands before approaching their own dragon, which was a large, snake-like dragon with crimson skin, a yellow underbelly as well as whiskers, and possessed dark blue horns on the top of its head. Setting the telescope in the saddle pouch, the armored rider mounted their dragon before murmuring in the Asianic tongue.
"Zài tāmen zhīhòu, nánhái,"
The dragon nodded before taking to the sky and began flying through the cloud, since this dragon didn't possess wings, it was thanks to the magic abilities it had that was it able to fly. Once the foreign duo caught up to the King of Vikings and his group, they made sure to stay out of their line of sight.
Getting caught by the Vikings would be the least of this figure's concerns, failing her benefactor would cost her dearly if she failed in apprehending her bounty.
(Eashing— Kingdom of Wessex)
The Saxon armies had been at work readying the battlefield of Fearnham so that they could use the lay of the land to their advantage. While the English armies were preparing for the inevitable battle, Heahmund was in the war tent with the other English kings and their commanders, formulating a strategy to beat the Viking hordes and their dragons.
"The fact is these: the Vikings outnumber us one thousand to one, in a straight fight, we would be overwhelmed and it would be our blood that soaks these fields. If we are to defeat the heathens, we must lure them here and use the lay of the land to our advantage," Heahmund looked up from the map and at his fellow brothers in faith. "I propose that I lead my Zealot Order to challenge Hiccup Haddock and his Viking horde directly, if he takes the bait and orders his forces to simply wash over us, you all will be laying in wait in the forests, waiting for my signal to box them in, trapping them."
King Norbert of Wessex grunted in worry. "Your plan is good, Prince Heahmund, however, even with the war machines you possess to slay the dragons the heathens ride, I fear that it will not be enough—"
"Or perhaps you are making up excuses to worm your way out of this battle," King Eardwulf of Mercia snorted in disdain. "It is no secret you are no warrior, Norbert, were it not for the Pope dispatching Prince Heahmund and the Zealot Order to our aid, any hope we have of defeating this Viking army would be pointless."
Scowling at Eardwulf's words of disdain, Norbert narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that I have no right to be here?"
"I am," he said firmly before smirking, "if you believe that peace with these animals is possible, go on, negotiate with them, see how long it will be before they slaughter your army and sack your kingdom, but not before they kill you."
Osferth, King of Northumbria looked to the flushed face of Norbert and then at Eardwulf. "Lords. We are here to discuss strategy and form a plan of attack, not create a chasm between us," looking back to Heahmund, Northumbria's king gave him a nod.
"Thank you, King Osfert, well said," the prince then glared at Eardwulf, "this is hardly the time to be provoking each other, we mustn't turn on each other, not with the heathen's vast army out there. Norbert may not be of use on the battlefield, but he will serve other purposes," turning to the ruler of Wessex, Heahmund stated facts. "Wessex is your kingdom, and you know these lands. Provide the armies of God with the knowledge they need to best the heathens and send them screaming to the fires of hell."
Nodding, Norbert pointed to a vast section of the battlefield that was full of dense forest. "I propose we hide our armies in the forests, waiting until and should the heathens choose to engage us on our terms. Our cavalry will cut them down from behind while our infantry will move in and press the attack," he then shrugged. "Of course, that is if the heathen king is a fool and chooses to engage us and our armies here."
"From what my men told me or their brief time with Hiccup Haddock, I don't believe he would willingly match his army here where we would have the upper hand in terms of the high ground and the forests large enough to hide armies and conduct a surprise attack," Heahmund picked up a carved piece that represented the King of Vikings. "We must lure him and his army to us."
"And how would you do that?" King Eardwulf inquired.
Chuckling quietly, Heahmund flipped the piece in his hand before setting it down on the map once again. "As it so happens, I have someone who claims he could be of great use to me and find a way of eradicating Hiccup Haddock and his followers," intrigued, the kings all shared looks while Heahmund snapped his fingers. Two Zealot soldiers brought in a disgraced Viking so that they could stand before the English kings. "This is Savage, he and a fleet of ten ships full of banished Vikings seek to see Hiccup Haddock ruined."
King Osferth scowled. "These people will say and do anything to save their own skins. Why would even consider their counsel?"
"I wouldn't under the circumstances, however, Savage says he knows Hiccup personally, and if I am to better understand the heathen king, the enemy of my enemy is a necessary evil," the prince then gave Savage a menacing glare, causing the Viking to wince in fear. "If you play me for a fool or if I so much as smell the faint scent of betrayal, you and your men will die in the greatest agony imaginable. Do you understand?" When the former right-hand man of Alvin Treacherous nodded furiously, Heahmund grunted. "Good. Now..." placing a firm hand on the Viking's shoulder, the catholic prince narrowed his eyes, "...tell me how I can lure Hiccup Haddock here."
Savage thought of a way to lure Hiccup out of the safety of York's walls while also dwelling on how to make the young king lose a significant amount of warriors. A sinister grin spread across Savage's face as he voiced his thoughts. "A long time ago, my men and I swore fealty of the late chieftain of the Berserker Tribe, Dagur the Deranged. After that fool sided with Hiccup Haddock and the Dragon Riders, I staged a coup to overthrow him. Still, I failed, those who aided me in trying to overthrow Dagur were branded as outlaws and we were banished from Scandinavia. However, when our homelands had reduced to plague, famine, and death, a trusted man of mine and his Berserkers attempted to steal what little Dagur's people had. In the end, those men failed to take what little supplies the Berserkers had, but we took something far greater from them than food, water, or silver— their chieftain," Savage then explained how this would benefit the Saxons and Zealot Order. "Among Hiccup's pack of refugees is the Berserker Tribe, led by Dagur's wife, Queen Mala, and his sister, Heather the Unhinged. Both women still mourn the loss of Dagur, and if we can apply enough... pressure on that wound, it'll rile up the Berserkers into foolish action, forcing Hiccup to stop his allies from making a mistake, but by then, it will be too late," he then gestured to the carved pieces representing the English kings and their armies, "you lot will all be laying in wait, ready to slaughter those dim-witted Berserkers, dealing Hiccup Haddock a blow."
Norbert pursed his lips in thought before looking at Heahmund. "Can it be done?"
"I will see to it that my men accompany Savage and those who follow him so that they can lure the heathens and their king into the trap," Heahmund turned to Savage and gave him a dismissive wave. "See it done." The Viking nodded and left the tent. Two Zealot warriors that were by the prince's side stood at attention when he turned to them. "Have men accompany the Vikings, if they try anything, however, see to it that they are killed." The two warriors nodded before they too left the tent. Looking back at the English kings, Heahmund gestured to the map before them. "There is still much to prepare for. Come, let us ensure our victory is total and complete."
Heeding the words of the prince, the kings set aside their differences and came together as one to strategize further.
(Ravensthorpe— Kingdom of Mercia)
"So, what do we know about the Raven Clan?"
Svanhild of the Jomsvikings, seated behind Hiccup looked to Eret and spoke up over the winds blowing past them. "The Raven Clan lived in Norway with a host of other clans. However, endless wars and a lack of resources made survival exceedingly difficult," she then shrugged. "They've been here in Mercia supposedly since the time Ivar the Boneless and his brother Hvitserk came here with King Harald Fairhair to wage war on Alfred of Wessex. The battle ended with a defeat for our people, Ivar and Harald fell in battle, and Hvitserk renounced the worship of Odin and the old ways, he was baptized in the Christian faith and renamed himself to start a new life, and he started to go by Athelstan, in memory of a fallen friend and former Christian monk his father, Ragnar Lothbrok took as a slave during his first raid in England."
Valka, who stood on Cloudjumper's back tilted her head. "Have you had dealings with Jarl Randvi and her clan before?"
"Many times," Svanhild confirmed. "My men and I would aid them in raids to help Ravensthorpe with resupplying and whatever we saw that was of great value, I would take as compensation for the Jomsviking's services."
Camicazi who was perched on her Flightmare, Misty, steered her dragon beside Toothless and looked questioned further. "The Raven Clan are the last Viking settlers here in England, right?" When Svanhild nodded, Camicazi then turned to Hiccup. "The Zealots must know that too, it's no secret they've been keeping an eye on us. Since we haven't been attacking the Saxon kingdoms and raiding local villages, they see that all you've been doing here is bolstering our numbers. And since Ravensthorpe stands as the last Viking settlement here in England..."
"...the Zealots will send a sizeable force to kill the people of the Raven Clan and prevent us from gaining more Vikings," Hiccup finished. Knowing now that time was not on their side, the king turned to his riders. "Double time! We have to reach Ravensthorpe before the enemy does!" As the riders and their dragons flew faster, Hiccup prayed that they weren't too late.
Time passed, and the sound of battle filled the air and thick clouds of black smoke rose to the heavens. When Ravensthorpe came into view, Hiccup and his riders could see the Vikings of the Raven Clan fending off a large number of Zealot infantry and soldiers on horseback that was burning down huts and storehouses.
"We're too late!" Eret turned to Hiccup with urgency. "Those lot won't last long, not without our help."
Nodding in agreement, Hiccup turned to Ruffnut and Tuffnut. "Alright you two, looks like you get to blow stuff up after all. I need you guys to deal with the enemy cavalry, stop them from razing Ravensthorpe to the ground!" Both twins saluted before urging Barf and Belch down into the fray. "Cami, you and Misty join them, make sure enemy archers don't shoot them down." The blond beauty gave a nod and urged Misty to follow the twins. Turning to Valka and Eret, Hiccup gave them a nod. "The rest of us will help the Raven Vikings in any way that we can. Let's go!" As the king steered Toothless down, the Night Fury's high speeds and banshee-like whistle caused both the Zealots and Raven Vikings to look to the sky. As Toothless fired a plasma blast, Ravensthrope's attackers were sent flying in all directions, they soon ceased their attack on the Raven Vikings to deal with the newcomers.
Svanhild looked to her fellow Jomsvikings that served as wingmen for Hiccup's riders and gave them a signal to draw their bows. As the riders would dive in aerial attacks, the Jomsvikings would pick off stragglers or kill enemy archers before they could let their arrows fly. Never before had the Zealots seen dragons, they assumed they were nothing more than creatures of fairy tails, and legends, and even the god of this world, Satan, was described as the great dragon in the Bible. Now that dragons were here, in the flesh, attacking them, the Zealots knew that now they were in for a great challenge.
"Do not lose heart! Fight!" Maximus, second in command of the Zealot Order barked out to his men while perched on the back of his horse. "Show the heathens we serve a higher power!" Emboldened by their commander's words, the Zealots pressed their attack, finding the courage to face Hiccup and his riders while also determined to ensure the Raven Clan would not join the King of Vikings and his vast army.
Ruffnut and Tuffnut steered Barf and Belch down to the nearest enemy horse riders, who were burning down a food storehouse. Once they were close enough, the Zippleback used both heads to wrap their jaws around the necks of the horse riders, sinking their teeth into their flesh and thrashing around violently until the sickening cracking of bones was heard. The Zippleback then tail whipped an incoming horse rider across the face, knocking their helmet off and sending them to tumble down on the ground, they were then finished off by the two Jomsvikings that hitched a ride with the twins.
Ruffnut heard shrill screaming, as she turned to the source, she spotted larger Zealot warriors advancing on a group of children, intent on killing them. "Oh, I don't think so!" Ruffnut growled before patting Barf. "Gas me!" Thick clouds of gas streamed out of Barf's maw, Tuffnut patted Belch while silently reassuring the dragon he'd get his chance to light the gas when the time was right. Once the tetrad stood between the Zealot warriors and Raven Clan children, Ruffnut grinned devilishly. "Light 'em up!" Belch ignited the gas and the following explosion sent the enemy warriors back while being consumed by fire.
As more Zealot warriors advanced, they were suddenly paralyzed with fear as Misty breathed her mist on them, Camicazi drew multiple throwing knives and hurled them at each paralyzed Zealot in the heart, killing them without pity or mercy. Turning to the twins, Camicazi gestured to the Ravensthorpe's Great Hall. "Get those children inside, and then get to work on the enemy cavalry!" Nodding, the twins slid off of Barf and Belch while leading the children they saved to the Great Hall. The feisty Bog heir let out a cry when a spear nearly struck her down, she then fell off of Misty and saw an enemy warrior now drawing their sword and advancing, accompanied by more warriors. Growling, Camicazi drew her own sword and turned to Misty, who was protecting her rear flank from larger warriors.
"Kill the heathen!"
Camicazi swatted away a spear that was thrust at her belly before cutting her attacker's throat open, she proceeded to sidestep away from a swordsman before cutting down their back, following up with stabbing one in the belly. The Bog heir gritted her teeth in concentration as she parried and swatted away each of her next opponent's sword strokes at a rapid pace before landing a punch in their face and then jumping on their back and driving her sword through the top of their head, killing them.
Eret, who had steered Skullcrusher in front of Zealot cavalry that threatened to run down helpless families then pulled out a boomerang and hurled it at the nearest enemy rider, knocking them off of their horse. At the same time, Skullcrusher fired multiple fire blasts at the rider's chests, killing them. When the boomerang came back around and into Eret's grasp, he turned to the families of the Raven Clan. "Run!" Turning to the Jomsviking on his back, he nodded. "Protect them." The Viking nodded, sliding off of Skullcrusher and urging the families of Ravensthorpe to stay close to them.
As more Zealot warriors sought to slaughter the unarmed settlers of Ravensthorpe, their path was cut off by Cloudjumper who breathed a line of fire. Valka, who was in her "dragon" armor, her appearance seemed to frighten the Zealots, especially as the fire illuminated her and Cloudjumper who then stood on his hind legs and roared loudly before breathing another wave of fire in their direction. Flames devoured the Christian warriors and as they scrambled and rolled in the ground in a desperate effort to put out the flames, Valka watched while the Jomsvikings that rode with her slid off of Cloudjumper to aid the unarmed, helpless people.
"Nasty lot, aren't they?"
Eret steered Skullcrusher to Cloudjumper, and the elder Haddock grunted in agreement. "They are driven by their faith and believe they are doing the will of their god," she then shook her head. "Where is the honor in slaughtering helpless men, women, and children?"
"None," Eret then drew his sword before seeing enemy warriors advance. "Why don't we show them that they can't murder Vikings and expect us not to do anything about it."
"My thoughts exactly," Valka raised her shield to stop an arrow from striking her in the head. Raising her staff, she then narrowed her eyes. "Cloudjumper, go!" The Stormcutter roared before taking to the air and descending on the enemy, breathing large torrents of fire. Eret and Skullcrusher joined the Haddock matriarch in battle, the former Dragon Trapper hacked and slashed at any Zealot in his way, Skullcrusher broke through their ranks like an enraged bull; his size and strength were too much for the Zealots who attempted to stand their ground. As both riders worked together in unison, both their dragons then breathed waves and blasts of fire that cut down the enemy ranks like they were nothing, eventually, when only a handful of Zealots remained, they ran, fearing for their lives and knowing they couldn't beat the Scandinavian riders and their dragons.
Though the Zealots had caught the Raven Clan by surprise, the warriors of this clan were fighting back with a vengeance, none more so than Eivor Wolf-Kissed. With her two axes, she hacked and slashed any man who stood in her way, their blood soaking her skin while she was determined to drive the enemy away from her home. Placing two fingers in her mouth, the blond warrior whistled and a pack of large, aggressive wolves suddenly emerged out of the nearby bushes and began to rip into the Zealot soldiers. One of the larger, hungrier males tackled a winded Zealot, sinking their teeth into their throat, and silencing their screams. Another one of the wolves moved too fast and pounced at a Zealot swinging their sword at Eivor, the wolf, however, sank its teeth into Zealot's sword arm, causing the attacker to scream in pain. Those screams were silenced when Eivor used her axe to hack her attacker's head off, allowing one of the wolves to leap in the air and wrap its mouth around the head. The de facto leader of the Raven Clan dove away from a spear that would've struck her in the abdomen, bearing her teeth, Eivor hurled her axe at her attacker, and the blade struck the spearman right between the eyes, killing them. Another Zealot rushed Eivor, but the fierce blond ran up and tackled her new opponent, body slamming them to the ground, and then began to unleash a flurry of punches into the face. After beating her opponent's face in with her fists for a full minute, Eivor grabbed the front of their armor and then bashed her head against her opponent's with enough force to cave the front of their skull in, killing them.
One of the larger, stronger Zealots suddenly rushed Eivor, and she dove away from the giant before he could stun her with a fierce blow. Pounding a fist against her chest, Eivor roared before charging her next opponent, as did the giant intent on killing her. The two warriors grabbed at each other's hands, growling in the effort as they each sought to overpower the other, however, the giant gained the upper hand, nearly bringing Eivor to her knees. Refusing to concede to her opponent, Eivor drove a knee into the giant's groin with enough force to send them back, she then drew a throwing axe and brought the weapon down on their left leg, forcing the giant on his knees. Pressing her advantage, she buried that axe into the giant's left hip before drawing a second throwing axe and bringing the weapon down where the neck and shoulder join. Retracting her throwing axes from the now dying giant, Eivor hurled the axes at enemy archers who were aiming at the Hiccup and Svanhild, as the axes felled both archers, the fierce blond drew two more throwing axes and hurled one at an incoming horse rider and she hurled her final throwing axe at an enemy warrior who had the Raven Clan's blacksmith, Gunnar, at their mercy.
Seeing many of his brothers dying around him, Maximus sounded the retreat. "We're overwhelmed, brothers! Retreat! Save yourselves!" The remaining Zealots withdrew from Ravensthorpe, causing the Raven Clan warriors to cheer and kill off any remaining stragglers.
Hiccup had Toothless landed, as he slid off of the Night Fury, the young king saw Eivor huffing and puffing heavily, he wondered whether or not this was Randvi. "That is Eivor Wolf-Kiss, King Hiccup," Svanhild clarified before pointing in the direction of the stables. "Jarl Randvi is that one." Looking in the direction she was pointing at, Hiccup saw Ravensthrope's leader and several of her bodyguards escorting handfuls of families and unarmed people out from the stable.
"You must be King Hiccup of the Scandinavian people," turning around, the king saw Eivor approach while she clipped her axes to her hips and extended an arm out to him. "I speak on behalf of the Raven Clan when I say this: thank you. Had you and your people not arrived, the enemy may have overwhelmed us." Hiccup took her arm and they both squeezed before releasing each other. Eivor's eyes fell on Toothless and she was rendered speechless. "By the gods, a Night Fury..."
"This is Toothless, and he is a sight to behold, I agree," Hiccup chuckled when his reptilian companion sat on his hind legs and puffed his chest out, emphasizing Hiccup's point. A multitude of footsteps suddenly approached, causing Hiccup to look at Randvi and her bodyguards' approach. Bowing his head in greetings, the king spoke. "Jarl Randvi, I am King Hiccup Haddock, you have my condolences on your losses here."
Nodding in acknowledgment, Randvi sighed heavily. "They attacked while we were sleeping, our losses were high, but they would have been far worse had your people not arrived in time to save us," she then looked into his eyes. "Let us discuss business over food and drink once we put our dead." Hiccup bowed his head once again and turned to his people, commanding them to help their fellow Vikings collect their fallen and see them placed on a longship. Once Ravensthrope's dead were set adrift, the Vikings had bows in hand and lit the tips of the arrows with fire before letting them fly and strike the ship which would soon be engulfed in flames.
As the ship containing the dead of Ravensthorpe was up in flames, Hiccup recalled the sting of loss when his father, Stoick sacrificed himself to save his life from Toothless, who was under the control of Drago Bludvist's Bewilderbeast.
Death.
Nobody wants to die, but for a Viking, death is bliss, if you face a warrior's death and fight bravely, then you will earn a seat at Odin's table and dine with the All-Father and the Æsir in Valhalla. Though the Raven Vikings lost loved ones, they knew this, and Hiccup knew that his father was supping and drinking with Odin and Thor at this very moment, the gods commending him for his life of bravery, strength, and sacrifice.
Hiccup often wondered when it was his turn to die, whether he would die well or would he die alone, and forgotten. He prayed that it would be the former, not the latter.
Death.
It comes for all living things.
Sadly, no man can choose how they die, but they can choose how they wish to meet that end in order that they are remembered as men.
Whether or not Hiccup will be remembered throughout the ages is yet to be determined, but the young king knew that all he wants is to see the Scandinavian people and dragons find a new home and thrive throughout the ages.
Eventually, Randvi spoke. "People of Ravensthorpe, I believe we owe our saviors a feast in their honor. Not only will we celebrate living to fight another day thanks to King Hiccup and his companions, but we will celebrate our loved ones who faced a warrior's death, who are now supping with the gods in Valhalla!" Cheers and clamors of agreement filled the air as the jarl then barked out. "To the Great Hall!" The Vikings cheered once more before moving with haste in preparation for feasting.
As the Vikings were preparing to celebrate, however, they were unaware of the foreign figure and their dragon, who had watched the battle from across the river. Setting their sights on Hiccup, the figure lowered their telescope before feeling their dragon nudge them from behind. Turning to look the dragon in the eyes, the figure sighed before tilting their head in question.
"You are tired and hungry, you should rest."
Shaking their head, the figure removed their helmet, revealing a beautiful Chinese woman, she then replied to her dragon's words of advice. "I'll rest once Hiccup Haddock is captured. You know I can't afford to lose focus, Mushu," she then looked to the Raven Clan's Great Hall before murmuring, "not when there's so much at stake."
"Mulan, you did what you had to. Had you not accepted their terms, you would be all alone in this world."
Sighing heavily, Mulan recalled the times she was happy in China, married to her husband, Li Shang, and spending her days in peace with her family and friends. All that changed, however, when the Northern Alliance invaded China, the reputation of the junta was not exaggerated whatsoever, they were ruthless and brutal, especially their leader as he offered China's emperor the opportunity to submit to him or die. Of course, the emperor refused, resulting in his death, along with millions of China's people, those who resisted who slaughtered by the junta's vast army of foreign warriors that seemed to best China's armies. There were many Chinese commanders who joined the Northern Alliance, aiding the Northern Alliance in destroying China and its people. When the bloodshed reached Mulan and her village, those capable of fighting repelled the foreigners valiantly: Shang, Yao, Ling, Chien Po, and every man within the village fought until they dying breath, but they were butchered, leaving the women and children at the mercy of the Northern Alliance. As a gesture to stop the massacre of her village, Mulan pledged service to the junta and its master, as did Ting-Ting, Su, and Mei, the emperor's daughters and wives of the now-dead Yao, Ling, and Chien Po. The women were permitted to serve the Northern Alliance and its master, however, the village was slaughtered to the last man, leaving it a place for crows and wild animals to feast upon the dead.
Several footsteps emerged out of the forest, revealing Mulan's sisters in arms, they too were perched on their dragons. Su and Mei shared an orange and crimson Mist Twister they named Júzi and Tuó. Ting-Ting had a female Oriental dragon she had named Pushen, the dragon adored the water, whenever they had free time, Ting-Ting would allow her dragon to swim for long periods of time, and she even helped the Chinese tetrad with procuring fish to eat.
"There you are, Mulan, we thought you were taken by those Vikings," Su breathed in relief as she slid off of Júzi and patted the dragon's orange head before making her way to Mulan. "Have you spotted our quarry?"
Nodding, Mulan pointed toward the Great Hall. "He's in there, along with the Vikings who live here, they had just finished paying homage to their dead not too long ago," she then spoke firmly and to the point. "When night falls, I will apprehend Hiccup Haddock myself, you all keep an eye out—"
"Mulan, we should be doing this together," Mei objected. "Besides, we stick together, we've already lost our husbands, families, and home to the Northern Alliance, the thought of losing you, our sister in arms and circumstance is... I dare not think about it." Su nodded in agreement with Mei's words, and they then looked at Ting-Ting.
Sighing, the older sister of the trio nodded. "I agree with my sisters, our dynasty has fallen, and the life we once had is over. All we have left is our dragons, honor, and each other," she then looked into Mulan's eyes. "Mei is right, we should do this together."
"We should," she agreed before continuing, "however, the thought of seeing you all overwhelmed by these Vikings and then made into slaves is something I won't allow. I will apprehend Hiccup Haddock alone, end of discussion." Seeing her friends shake their heads yet offer no objections made Mulan nod to herself, but when she saw Mushu's displeased look, she held out a hand. "Not a word, Mushu. I'll be fine, alright?" The dragon of her ancestors rolled his eyes and huffed before walking away to look for some food.
While the others got to work on preparing their morning meal and training, Mulan looked back across the river and narrowed her eyes at the Great Hall. Her benefactor had been grievously wounded by Hiccup Haddock, and they wanted to see him bleed for his interferences. Mulan didn't need to know the exact details, all she needed to do was to bring Hiccup Haddock back to her benefactor unscathed and let them deal with the Viking.
The feasting and celebration lasted the entirety of the day, Hiccup had often forgotten that the Viking people were capable of throwing such parties. When feasting had been done, Eivor had challenged Hiccup to a drinking contest, to see who could hold their mead. Of course, Eivor won, Hiccup was able to down three full horns but had to admit defeat when Eivor drank eight horns. In a contest of strength, Eret challenged Eivor with arm wrestling, not one to back down from such a challenge, the fierce shield maiden accepted, the contest came to a draw after several rounds of winning from both Eret and Eivor, wagers were even placed to see who would win, the Raven Vikings and Hiccup's group won a sizable amount of coin for the wagers. Stories of heroism, valor, loss, and battle were told in the Great Hall by those who wished to share such tales.
Eventually, night fell on Ravensthorpe, and when everyone retired for the night, the Great Hall was empty, save for Hiccup and Randvi. Eivor and several scouts had gone out on an evening patrol to make sure there were no more Zealots preparing to attack them while they slept.
Hiccup was looking over Randvi's Alliance Map and her charts with great interest. After inquiring if he took a liking to cartography, Hiccup revealed his own personal map he had been making over the years, it had started with the islands and lands surrounding Berk: Dragon Island, Dragon's Edge, Caldera Cay, the Hidden World, and many more. Ever since arriving in England and exploring the land over the months, his map had grown larger. The King of Vikings hoped that one day he could explore the entire world and see the lands he discovered added to his map.
"This has been an emotional day, King Hiccup; blood had been shed, we drank and feasted as if there was no tomorrow, and those you brought with you have bonded with my people. But with all that aside, I believe the time has come to discuss the reason you wish for us to join you," Randvi seated herself on the table before raising an eyebrow. "Why would you want us to join you and your vast numbers?"
After folding and placing his map back in his forearm gauntlet, he looked to the beautiful jarl. "We live in different times now, Jarl Randvi, the time has come for all Scandinavian people to come together. If you stay here, what's to stop the Zealots from razing Ravensthorpe to the ground and slaughtering everyone here?" When she remained silent, Hiccup continued. "If you join me, however, you and your people will be treated fairly, and they will prosper once we reach our new home. I won't lie, this is a perilous path my people and I are set upon, with Scandinavia no longer habitable, we must seek a new land to settle." Shrugging he then voiced a possibility. "Of course, you are free to refuse, but won't you feel better knowing that all your warriors who gave their lives to see their loved ones live frown upon you from Valhalla if you choose to remain here where the Zealots and Saxons could attack until Ravensthorpe is nothing but a memory?"
Randvi found it very hard to disagree with Hiccup's logic, she knew that this morning's attack led to many Raven warriors dying so that those less able among them would live on. If she refused Hiccup's offer, the next time the Christians attacked them might end with all of the Raven Vikings dead. However, if they joined Hiccup and those who swore fealty to him, the possibilities were endless.
"You have a choice to make, Jarl Randvi," Hiccup said. "Will join me and my kingdom? Or will you allow your clan and your people to become nothing but a distant memory?"
Pursing her lips in consideration, Randvi eyed the handsome king before and spoke in a seductive tone. "I might be open to an alliance, King Hiccup," looking at his lips for a brief second, she then looked back into his eyes. "However, you might need to... persuade me of my people's safety and future."
"I see," Hiccup reached out to caress her face, causing the woman to gasp at his touch. "Allow me to alleviate your concerns." Pinching her chin with one hand and wrapping his other hand around her waist, Hiccup pulled Randvi in for a kiss. Moaning against his lips, the redhead returned the king's kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Hiccup removed her fox fur cloak and soon began to unfasten her leather armor. Breaking their kiss, both of them began to strip each other while coming back for more kisses, which grew more passionate by the second. When both leaders were naked, Hiccup grabbed two handfuls of Randvi's backside and lifted her off of the ground, causing her to let out a surprised cry, but she soon laughed as he walked toward her desk where she was now sprawled out onto her back, laying on top of maps of England and the known world as she then placed her feet onto the table and spread her legs before the king.
"Eager for me, aren't you?" Hiccup teased.
Smirking at his words, Randvi sat up on her elbows and gave Hiccup a coy look. "Let's see if your reputation with women is exaggerated or not, shall we?" Hiccup grinned at her challenge, if she wanted him to prove he was a good lover, he would prove it.
"Then let's crack open the heavens, and gain the gods' attention."
He assumed his position, spreading his own legs and grabbed her hips, then aligned himself with her before thrusting into her heat. Randvi bent her back and squealed, his thick cock punching through her lips. She was so tight despite being a woman who had been married previously, and he began to hump her once she had grown accustomed to his size and girth. Once she was ready, loose and wet enough, Hiccup pulled her closer to him while pushing in, sliding her backside off the table as her flailing arms pushed the maps and carved battleships and warriors around the maps. Her breasts swayed as her stomach tightened to stabilize her core, squeezing his cock even more as he continued to pound inside her.
"G-Gods, you're so big!" Randvi mewled out in delight.
Hiccup reached down to play with her breasts; kneading them as a baker would with dough, pinching and tweaking her nipples, stimulating her further. They soon settled into a steady rhythm as she wrapped her legs around his waist, bouncing off of him and absorbing the recoil as his cock drove them both into obscene levels of pleasure. She looked into the king's eyes as he soon grabbed underneath her thighs and drove himself inside her harder and faster, causing Randvi to throw her head back and cry out. "Yes! Hicc-AHHH!" She soon reached an unexpected orgasm, causing her cries to increase and she grabbed two handfuls of the maps she was laying down on. As he continued to hump her, he felt his own climax approaching, however, he didn't want to reach that end just yet, instead, he wanted to indulge in foreplay.
When Hiccup pulled out of his new lover, he chuckled when she got on her hands and knees, presenting herself for Hiccup to do whatever he wanted with her. Seeing her look over her shoulder made him growl as she flashed him a coy grin. He then kneeled on a single knee, grabbed two handfuls of her backside, spread her cheeks, and then dived in to lick her sopping folds. "F-Freya, Hicc-OH!" Randvi bowed her head in pleasure before laughing. "The King of Vikings kneels before a simple jarl to pay respect to... wh-whatever did I do to receive such an A-AH-honor?" Hiccup chuckled as he continued to savor the jarl's nectar, groaning in delight at the rich, sweet taste.
Hiccup soon began to fiddle with her clit, causing Randvi to whimper in delight, leaning further down until her face rested against the maps, the older woman pushed back against the king, causing his tongue to delve deeper inside her and his fingers continued rubbing her clit, causing more friction. "You like that, don't you, Jarl Randvi?" Hiccup growled against her backside when she nodded furiously, he chuckled while tracing a finger along her folds. "Have I given you cause to join me yet, or do you require more... persuasion?" When she didn't answer, Hiccup ceased his ministrations entirely, causing Randvi to mewl in disappointment. "I asked you a question, Jarl Randvi. You will answer me."
"M-More..." she mewled weakly, desperate for Hiccup to continue, "...please, more, Hiccup."
"As you wish."
Randvi let out a choked scream when Hiccup licked at her with more ferocity, not only was he licking her and rubbing at her clit, but he also inserted two fingers inside her lower lips, crooking them up. "O-Odin's beard!" she cried out as she felt the coil in her belly tighten, her climax drawing nearer and nearer until Hiccup pinched at her clit. "H-HICCUP!" When she reached her second climax of the night, she was breathless, it felt as though her body was on fire, and it felt as though her heart would burst out of her chest. After recovering from her orgasm, Randvi looked up at the entrance of her chambers, revealing Eivor, whose eyes were wide yet she had a grin on her face. "Enjoyed the show, did you, Wolf-Kissed?"
"Guilty as charged," Eivor entered the room and saw Hiccup rise to his feet. "So, I take it Randvi required some persuasion to join your cause?"
"She did," Hiccup confirmed before smirking. "I think I'm getting to her, however." Narrowing his eyes at the fierce, yet beautiful blond, Hiccup raised an eyebrow and inquired in a coy tone. "Care to join us?" Returning the king's smirk, Eivor began to strip out of her clothing.
While Eivor stripped, she watched with lustful eyes as Hiccup took his erect cock in his hand before rubbing it along Randvi's soaked folds, causing her to moan and push back against him in response. Without a word, Hiccup slid back inside the redhead with ease, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
His hips bucked wildly as he stroked a hand down the curve of Randvi's back. The older woman's body was sheening with a thin layer of sweat. She looked like something out of an erotic dream. As Hiccup continued to hump her, Randvi felt her body coming undone. The pressure was too great. Her screams became high-itched as a dazzling orgasm ran through her body. She continued to ride on Hiccup's cock. Judging by the groans that fled from the king's mouth, Randvi knew he was close to reaching his end.
''I'm going to cum soon,'' Hiccup growled, cupping Randvi's backside as he kept thrusting in and out of her with urgency.
Randvi's drenched folds clenched in anticipation. She felt Hiccup's hands all over her body, touching her as he humped her. To be sought after in such a lustful yet loving way made Randvi's chest explode with want and desire for the man who saved her people from being slaughtered in the attempted massacre the Zealots conducted. Her desperation to feel Hiccup fill her to the brim with his seed grew with every hard thrust.
''G-Gods, yes!'' Randvi moaned. ''Cum inside me! Please, Hiccup!''
Randvi glanced over her shoulder to watch Hiccup hump her. His hair resembled a lion's mane, but the man himself resembled a majestic alpha who was claiming its mate. The passionate fire between them burned brighter as Hiccup buried herself as deep as he could inside Randvi. His balls tightened and he soon released an almighty howl of pleasure as he spilled his seed inside of her. The walls of Randvi's cunt tightened around Hiccup's shaft as she felt her insides being painted with threads of the young man's seed. Hiccup's fingers dug into the cheeks of Randvi's backside as he pumped every drop he had to offer deep within her. After a few more thrusts, he emptied his balls and pulled back.
"Persuaded yet, Jarl Randvi?" Hiccup teased once again.
Laughing in satisfaction, the redhead nodded before looking at a now-naked Eivor. "I am, Eivor, however, might need your reassurance," she then looked at Hiccup with a smirk. "Show her what you're capable of." With a grin, Hiccup extended a hand out for the fierce blond, she took it without hesitation, and the king led her to Randvi's bed. With surprising strength Hiccup suddenly lifted Eivor off of her feet, winding her legs around his waist and carrying her over to the bed. Eivor held onto him, arms wrapped around the king's neck as he gently set her down on the center of the bed and climbed on top of her. As Hiccup leaned in for a kiss, Eivor too was prepared to kiss the charming king, however, instead of kissing her, Hiccup grabbed her by the hips before flipping her over onto her stomach. Eivor yelped in surprise but laughed before she raised her backside into the air, a clear invitation for him to hump her. But her words devolved into a ragged moan as one of his fingers found her folds. Eivor gasped as he began to rub, finding the dampness and heat between her legs that had begun to leak from her sex.
She stilled as she felt him, hard and ready poking at her entrance. Hiccup leaned over her, chest pressing against her back, breath tickling her ear as he came to whisper in it. "I've seen you in battle, you have the ferocity that rivals my best Berserkers," he then came closer and growled lowly. "Can you handle a man like me?"
Moaning at his husky tone, Eivor looked over her shoulder and smirked. "Find out," when Eivor was wet enough to take him, Hiccup wrapped a hand around his cock in hand and buried himself inside her. "Ah! T-Thor's hammer, you're big!" Hiccup merely smirked before setting a strong pace, making his strokes long and deep and relishing the shield maiden's muffled sounds of pleasure as she buried her face in the furs on the bed. He took a hand from her hips to place it on her shoulder blades and then run it down her spine making goosebumps break out along her fair skin, he even caressed the scar from the wolf bite she had received as a child, his touch made Eivor feel things she had never felt for with a man.
She was beginning to grow affection for him, not just for the way he was humping her, but how she got to know him while they drank and feasted together in the Great Hall.
Before Hiccup could react, Eivor suddenly pulled away and forced him on his back. Looking up at the fierce blond with surprise and confusion, she explained herself. "You'll find that I'm not submissive," as Hiccup slid his body up to use the pillows as a recliner, Eivor grabbed the headboard behind him for better balance as she hovered over his cock before grinning. "I tend to show my lovers my dominant side." With that said, Eivor dropped down on Hiccup, riding his cock. There was no stopping them as their bodies did all the talking for the time being, Eivor's gasps and moans of pleasure spurred Hiccup on as he gripped her hips tightly while she rode him harder and faster. Hiccup slid his hands down to her lower back, pulling her closer to him, thrusting up into her willing body and the way she moaned against his mouth made the king grit his teeth and snarl in delight. Slapping his hands away, she placed her hands on his chest before riding him with ferocity, causing the bed to shake.
"C-Close, Hiccup!" She groaned, dropping down against him while riding him still.
Nodding, he murmured against her skin. "Me too," he then growled in her ear. "Go on, Eivor, cum for me." He playfully tugged at her ear lobe before continuing to thrust inside her harder and faster. Eventually, Eivor felt the coils in her belly snap, and she soon reached an explosive end, crying out in pleasure at the feeling of reaching her end and Hiccup spilling his seed inside her.
Randvi, who had watched from the table soon joined Hiccup and Eivor in bed. Seeing the fatigue on the king's face, Randvi decided that she and Eivor should work together in tandem. Both lovers shared a knowing look before grinning mischievously while Hiccup was still recovering from his climax.
Both women crawled down towards the foot of the bed, bringing their faces dangerously close to Hiccup's cock. Eivor grinned as she gripped his shaft firmly and held it up. Just when the king recovered from his climax, he looked at his two lovers and expected to feel both women's lips on him, they surprised him by sitting up and facing each other. As they moved closer, they hooked their legs over each other and then pressed their sexes together with his cock being held between them. Hiccup threw his head back into the pillow and moaned as Eivor released his cock and let it become enveloped between their slick wetness.
Eivor and Randvi both moaned as they tribbed, grinding against Hiccup's cock at the same time. The king couldn't stop himself from thrusting upwards, wanting to feel their wet juices leak all over his shaft. He looked back at them to see that they had come together for a heated kiss. Hiccup growled in arousal as he could see their tongues dancing and their breasts were pushed against each other as they rolled their hips. It was a joyous feeling to experience and an erotic sight to behold.
Hiccup didn't know whose hand it was, but someone had reached in the middle to pump his aching shaft. The added sensation was unbelievable, and with each passing moment, Hiccup could already feel himself about to reach his end.
''I'm cumming!'' He cried out.
The hand stopped stroking him and both women leaned back. Their breasts bounced as they kept grinding on him and with each other. Hiccup tried not to close his eyes as he then let out a ragged moan that exploded all over them. It was like a fountain as ropes of his seed splattered all over their bodies. They moaned together, letting me paint them with his seed.
Once he was done, the three Vikings fell back in a sweaty heap, Hiccup exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair before turning to each woman who cleaned off his seed with a loose fur on the bed and then discarding it. They then smiled at Hiccup as he caressed their sides. "So, will you join me and my Scandinavian Empire?"
Randvi traced a finger along Hiccup's tattooed chest before looking at Eivor, silently asking her what she thought. The fierce blond smiled at her friend and lover before giving her a firm nod. Looking into the king's eyes, Randvi gave her answer. "You have my oath of loyalty and that of the Raven Clan, King Hiccup," she then nuzzled into the crook of his neck, "I only hope you treat my people well."
"I swear to you, on my sacred arm ring, your people will flourish under my rule," the king said to both Randvi and Eivor with a firm tone.
Eivor yawned in exhaustion before wrapping an arm around Hiccup's middle and murmuring in his ear. "I believe you, King Hiccup, and soon, I believe our people will see the value of swearing fealty to you," she nuzzled against his face, growling in contentment before succumbing to slumber. Randvi too was now sound asleep, and Hiccup felt his eyelids drooping before allowing himself to give in to the warm embrace of sleep and his new lovers.
Whilst Hiccup, Eivor, and Randvi slept together, Mulan, who was shrouded in shadow silently cut a hole in the roof of the Great Hall before landing on one of the tables like a graceful cat. Upon entering the dimly lit Great Hall, Mulan drew her blade and eyed the sleeping King of Vikings and his lovers, taking in his appearance, and confirming whether or not this was her quarry. Before she could move in for a closer look, however, a throwing knife was embedded in her right shoulder blade, the pain the blade brought with it cause her to cry out in pain and surprise.
"INTRUDER! SOUND THE ALARM!"
Whirling around, the Chinese warrior swung her blade at Camicazi, who ducked just in time, the Bog Burglar heir drew her own sword and swung at Mulan's head with incredible speed. Blocking the Bog Burglar's blade, Mulan cursed out loud when Eivor sounded a horn, alerting Ravensthorpe that an intruder was present. Hiccup, who was still naked, leaped out of bed and reached for his Gronckle Iron shield, and fired a bola at the intruder. Pushing Camicazi away, Mulan turned and slashed the bola in half before it could wrap around her torso, however, Camicazi swept her legs out from under them, causing her to fall on her face and drop her father's sword.
By this point, Raven Clan warriors entered the Great Hall, along with those who accompanied Hiccup: Valka, Eret, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Svanhild, and her Jomsvikings. Before Mulan could get back on her feet and reach for her father's sword, Camicazi pressed her blade against her throat, shaking her head. Cursing under her breath, Mulan considered summoning Mushu and her friends, but decided not to, when Hiccup Haddock and his Vikings would leave this place, they would return to York, and they would be ready to make a move and rescue her.
As Mulan was yanked off of the ground and then held down by Raven Clan warriors, Hiccup, who had put his pants back on approached the struggling woman and ripped off her mask, revealing her beauty and face for all to see. Mulan inhaled sharply when the Bog heir took her father's blade off of the floor, Camicazi inspected it before handing it to Hiccup. Examining the warrior's blade with interest, Hiccup then pointed the Chinese blade against its owner's throat.
"Who are you? Who sent you?"
Silence.
Nodding, Hiccup then bashed the butt of Mulan's sword against her head, knocking her out and drawing blood. Turning to Eret, the king gave him a nod. "Throw her on the back of Skullcrusher, whoever this stranger is known who I am, ergo, she works for someone who knows me," looking down at the unconscious warrior, Hiccup exhaled. "Something tells me that the Zealots will soon be the least of our concerns."
"What now?"
Turning to Randvi, the King of Vikings replied. "Gather the Raven Clan and whatever you can carry with you for the journey, we're going back to York. Now."
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and thanks for your patience, again, I'm working on multiple stories on different writing platforms, so updates will take time. Sidenote, Mulan in this story is from Once Upon a Time, but I'm going to tweak her character and reasons for roaming out in the world. Anyway, you know what to do, leave feedback and suggestions on who Hiccup should pair up with in the future. Thanks for tuning in, and I'll see you in the next update.