A/N: So, one of my readers on FanFiction left a review saying this story is losing "a fair chunk of legitimacy," because I decided to bring Johann and Drago into this or because I'm not making a female villain to pose a threat to Hiccup and his people. Clearly, they think I'm not going to add existing villains from other crossovers or even made-up villains, I'm introducing two new baddies I've created in my head. For this chapter, it's time to rescue Gustav Larson and Fanghook! Now, I don't know if you guys have seen the medieval comedy "Your Highness," starring James Franco, Danny McBride, and Natalie Portman, but it's one of my favorites just because of how absurd it is and I found it hilarious when I first saw it. Portman's character, Isabel of the Harshbarger Order will be Hiccup's next lover, instead of being a Fair Queen, she'll not only be a Kept Woman but an assassin for Hiccup and the Vikings. Anyway, let's get to it!
(Normal pov— York)
"Mushu now is not the time to charge headlong into the Viking's stronghold, not when Mulan's life is in the balance!"
The crimson dragon turned to Ting-Ting who was perched on Pushen, huffing in frustration. "Mulan needs us! We don't know what's happened to her!" Looking back in the direction of York, the guardian of the Fa family released an anxious sigh. "It's my duty to protect Mulan and the future of the Fa family—"
"You cannot protect Mulan let alone save her if you get yourself killed, Mushu," Su cooed as she slid off of Júzi's neck. "We need to formulate a plan to spirit Mulan out of those walls."
Mei slid off of Túo's neck and turned to her sister. "But how? Evading the Vikings will be easy, it's getting past their dragons that will prove challenging. We have no means of masking our scent from the dragons within those walls," she then looked to Ting-Ting. "What do you suggest?"
Before Ting-Ting could reply, however, the snapping of twigs nearby caused the three sisters and the dragon by their side to look in the direction of the disturbance and ready themselves for whatever would emerge out of the thick, dense forest. A hooded man soon emerged, and the sisters shared a look of confusion, silently asking each other what he was doing there.
"Having trouble hatching a plan to save your friend, hmm?"
Ting-Ting narrowed her eyes and then spoke in a cautious manner. "What are you doing here, Ahimoth?"
Lowering his hood, he smiled lightly. "Think of me as the eye in the sky, I was sent by our master to oversee your mission," a dark chuckle bubbled from his throat as he shrugged, "I just finished having words with Mulan, not long ago. The Vikings weren't shy to beat her to within an inch of her life so that they could discover why she was after Hiccup Haddock."
Su and Mei shared a nervous look before looking at Ting-Ting, who spoke softly. "I-Is she—?"
"Dead? No, but she might as well be," Ahimoth inspected his axe nonchalantly while continuing. "In her desperation to see her suffering come to an end, Mulan disclosed the information our enemies sought, because of this, I should've killed her, especially when our master instructed that his survival was to remain a secret." Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Ahimoth then shrugged. "Well, I suppose Mulan is as good as dead, so you and your dragons will join your loved ones in death." Taking up a battle stance, Ahimoth then barked out a command in the Xhosa tongue.
"NGOKU!"
Fireballs came out of nowhere and struck the sister's dragons in their backs, immobilizing them for the time being. Crying out in fear for their dragons, the sisters then drew their weapons while Mushu roared in rage and breathed a torrent of fire in Ahimoth's direction. The African warrior evaded the fire and hurled a knife at Mulan's dragon. Quickly ducking to avoid the knife, Mushu was about to press his attack but stopped when two Dragon Flyers on the backs of armored Singetails landed beside Ahimoth and breathed fire in his direction. Taking in two blasts of fire to his chest and side, Mushu tumbled to the ground and groaned in pain before looking in his companion's direction.
They too were facing Dragon Flyers and their Singetails who were boxing them in. Looking over her shoulder, Ting-Ting barked out at the Fa family's guardian dragon. "Go, Mushu! Get Mulan, and get as far away as you can!"
Before the flyers could subdue Mushu, he breathed a large torrent of fire in their direction, scaring their Singetails and preventing them from advancing. Getting up off of the ground with a strained groan, Mushu then took to the sky and flew in the direction of York. The flyers were by Ahimoth's side and were about to pursue, but he shook his head and gestured to the three sisters and their wounded dragons.
Whimpering in pain, Pushen rose to her feet and dosed the flames around them with her abilities as a water dragon. She then stood by her rider's side, wrapping her tail protectively around Ting-Ting while snarling menacingly at the aggressors, as did Júzi and Tuó, Su and Mei stood by their Mist Twister while preparing to fight to the bitter end.
Ahimoth noticed movement deeper in the forest, a sinister smile crept across his face and he silently told his flyers to back off and keep their distance. Confused by their attacker's actions, the sister trio and their dragons decided to use this opportunity and attack. Before they could attack, however, another ring of fire suddenly surrounded the sister trio and their dragons, as did the chilling, unsettling chittering of Deathgrippers that soon walked through their own fire like it was nothing. Inhaling sharply at the sight of the menacing dragon pack advancing, the sister trio soon saw a hooded, leather-clad figure walk through the flames with a white Titan Wing Deathgripper with hideous scars along its body and upper lip, as well as sporting crimson and black splotches along its albinic body.
"N-No, not her," Su whimpered in fear while clinging to Mei tightly.
Ting-Ting understood her sister's fear, this Dragon Hunter was unlike any they'd seen or encountered in their time of forced servitude in the Northern Alliance; to some, she was considered to be evil because of inhumanity for both man and dragons. They had seen her ruthlessness in China when she and her followers struck down the ancestral dragons of their people. Regardless, Ting-Ting stood tall, refusing to show fear to their new opponent. Raising her sword, she took up a battle stance while Pushen's maw burned bright blue, ready to attack should her rider give the word. "Stay back," she warned, pointing her blade at the hooded figure approaching. Bearing her teeth, Ting-Ting snarled. "I said back—"
A crossbow bolt suddenly struck her in the throat, silencing her, before she could look at her sisters, another bolt whistled through the air and struck her in the side of her head. Su and Mei screamed in horror as their sister fell back, dead. Enraged, Pushen charged the hooded figure, snapping jaws open, ready to rip her rider's murder to pieces. However, before the water dragon could react, the hooded figure moved like a Speed Stinger, fast and sure, while brandishing gleaming metallic claws equipped to their right hand before using those claws to sink into Pushen's snake-like body and wrap themself around the water dragon's neck. A sword soon found itself in the back of Pushen's head, a dagger soon followed and slit the elegant dragon's throat open, and a geyser of blood soon stained the grass.
Su and Mei soon rushed to the hooded figure with enraged screams, ready to end their sister's killer, but they were both tackled and pinned to the ground by two Deathgrippers. The Mist Twister both sisters shared was prepared to attack, but the hooded whistled loudly and the Titan Wing Deathgripper fired a blast of acidic fire at one of the Mist Twister's legs, immobilizing the dragon and causing it to crumble to the ground in agony.
"N-NO!" Su choked out while reaching for Júzi, however, the Deathgripper pinning her down applied pressure, causing her to choke and hack violently.
Mei struggled to free herself from the Deathgripper pinning her down, she closed her eyes and whimpered as she felt the dragon's warm breath warm her face, the stench of its fetid breath invading her nostrils, and its drool wetting her face.
The hooded figure soon removed their hood, revealing a beautiful woman in her late twenties with long platinum blond hair done in a faux hawk hairstyle and pale blue eyes that were devoid of any care for the two sisters at the mercy of her Deathgrippers. Turning to the struggling Mei, the Dragon Hunter brought a finger to her lips. "Shhh, don't struggle, little one," she cooed while smirking. "My Deathgrippers savor the last bit of fight from their prey before ending them," she then gestured to the wounded Mist Twister. "Your dragon, for example, is about to become my dragon's next meal." Both Su and Mei watched in horror as Júzi and Tuó fought for as long as they could before ultimately being overpowered by the Titan Wing Deathgripper and the rest of the pack before sinking their teeth and long tusks into flesh and bone, causing both sisters to look away and sob as the grotesque sounds of Deathgrippers devouring another dragon filled the air.
Looking up at the woman with tear-stained eyes, Mei hissed. "You're a monster!"
"So I've been told," she then smirked at both sisters. "And you two are dead." The Deathgrippers pinning them down soon crushed their windpipes in, killing them both. Looking at the deceased water dragon, the woman then turned to the rest of her Deathgrippers and gestured to the carcass. "Go on, feast, while it's still warm." Not needing to be told twice, the cannibalistic dragons dug in, even clawing and snapping their jaws at each other before they all were able to get a fair share of their master's kill.
Whirling his axe in hand, Ahimoth hummed before approaching his companion. "Hmm, most impressive, Zlobina, it's good to see that your reputation isn't exaggerated," he then raised a curious eyebrow. "Tell me, how exactly were you able to move faster than an Oriental dragon? From what I've seen, most dragons from Asia are far too fast for a man to react, yet you were able to best that dragon with ease."
Snorting, Zlobina the Malicious, daughter of the legendary Night Fury Killer, Grimmel the Grisly, turned to her superior while speaking nonchalantly. "From the day I could stand, I was trained to be faster than any dragon, if you want to kill them, you have to keep up with them somehow. Being trained by my father was most beneficial, as well as learning from the best Dragon Hunters in Scandinavia during my youth. Being able to outpace my prey has served me well over the years, and I'll need that advantage if I'm going to finish off Hiccup Haddock's precious Night Fury."
"Zlobina—"
"That savage and his precious dragon killed my father, and I will finish what my father started and see the Night Fury species struck from this world—"
"In time," Ahimoth said firmly. "You will see your father's work to completion in time, my overzealous friend. For now, do nothing to reveal yourself. You know as well as I do if Drago learns you have compromised yourself to the enemy, then you will be of no further use to our cause, yes?"
Biting her lower lip, Zlobina grunted softly, silently saying that she was well aware of that fact. "So your master constantly reminds me. I don't need you or any of his lackeys to remind me every second," she then sheathed her sword, and dagger, and loaded another bolt in her crossbow before strapping it behind her back. "The key to hunting dragons is patience, I'll wait as long as it takes to finish off Haddock and his Night Fury."
Ahimoth nodded before summoning his own Titan Wing Singetail, it was a mix of crimson and orange while sporting black splotches throughout its body, as well as sporting scars and burns that were littered along its body, and it had armor affixed to its body, like the rest of the Singetail's under the thralldom of the Dragon Flyers and the dragons under the subjugation of the Northern Alliance. Once perched on his dragon, Ahimoth stripped his cloak off and strapped his axe behind his back before narrowing his eyes at Zlobina. "I understand your lust for revenge, my father, Krogan, the former leader of the Dragon Flyers was killed by Hiccup Haddock and his Dragon Riders a long time ago. However, despite the wish to see those who killed my father laying dead at my feet, Drago has tempered my bloodlust with patience and to ensure the Northern Alliance is stronger than its ever been! As we speak, Kjell is preparing to snatch everything the fool Johann has: the followers he's amassed, his wealth, and the means of discovering another Bewilderbeast."
Snorting, Zlobina raised an eyebrow. "Why? Is Drago's current pet having trouble listening?" She then snickered while adding jokingly. "I know I would, especially if I heard the lumbering oaf screaming "aAHHHH," just to get my attention." Some of Ahimoth's flyers laughed lightly amongst themselves before ceasing their laughter when their leader threw a heated glare in their direction.
Turning back to Zlobina, the head flyer answered her question, even though it was meant to be a jest. "The dragon has shown defiance, but Drago has put the beast in its place. However, acquiring more dragons, especially those who stand as alpha is a priority, especially if we wish to rebuild a dragon army and accomplish Drago's dream by conquering this world," as Ahimoth was about to take to the sky, he then raised an eyebrow. "Will you be joining us back on The Conqueror or will you test your luck and alert our enemies of your presence here?"
Sneering at Ahimoth for speaking to her as if she were a child who craved disobedience, she remarked with gritted teeth. "Right behind you," nodding, the leader of the Dragon Flyers turned to his men and nodded at them before they all urged their dragons to take to the sky. Once they were gone, Zlobina looked at the walls of York and narrowed her eyes before murmuring to herself. "Good things happen to people who wait," walking into the forest, she whistled sharply at her Deathgrippers who had all but devoured the dragons Mulan's friends rode, urging them to follow her back to her airship, where her men were waiting for her.
Upon reaching a nearby river, Zlobina, and her Deathgrippers approached her airship, The Huntress, which was truly a work of art and technology. Unlike her father's airship which had to be carried by his Deathgrippers, Zlobina had created an airship that was able to house her band of highly experienced Dragon Hunters, Deathgrippers, and supplies. Her eighty-meter-long ship had a hot air balloon of equal length, her ship also sported traditional sails, however, they were placed along the top of the balloon as well as the sides of the balloon, essential for steering the ship rather than letting it drift idly in the air. Her design for the ship she had created was inspired by her father's prototype sketches and blueprints for his own airship, she had considered resurrecting the airship her father had used for many years, but decided against it, simply because she had been hired by the Northern Alliance to hunt down the rarest dragons there were and further swell the numbers of the dragon army they were attempting to rebuild. To do that, she would need a bigger airship, so she enlisted the help of the best architects and ship designers across Europe to help with the construction, and after a year and a half of careful calculations and building, The Huntress was ready to take flight.
"Zlobina, welcome back," Linette, a female hunter, and Zlobina's apprentice greeted with a smile before tilting her head. "So, Ahimoth and his flyers left already, huh?"
Grunting in confirmation, Zlobina crouched down by the river and reached for her water skin attached to her side and refilled the skin with the freshwater. "We're to regroup with The Conqueror, apparently Ahimoth doesn't think I'll behave myself," after refilling her water skin, she stood up and looked back in the direction of York. "I suppose I don't blame him, but then again, I can be discreet—"
"Disobeying a direct order from our superior is unwise, even more so when you're considering going after Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury," Linette stated firmly. "Look, I get it, you want payback, your father was undoubtedly one of, if not the greatest Dragon Hunter the world has ever produced, but the key to ultimately killing your mark is patience."
Snorting, Zlobina remarked with a smirk. "So I've been told countless times by my father," she then gestured to the ship. "Alright, let's go. Tell the men to cast off and take to the air." Nodding in understanding, Linette began barking out orders to the ship's crew to get The Huntress in the air. The majority of Zlobina's men were Dragon Hunters from various factions throughout Scandinavia who had survived the onslaught they had suffered at the hands of Hiccup Haddock's Dragon Riders, the most recognizable of these Scandinavian hunters was the Loyal Order of Ingerman, while others were well aware of Zlobina's upbringing and offered their services to her and her mission to rid the world of the deadliest dragons, the Night Fury being their number one target.
As The Huntress soared through the sky, Zlobina took one last glance in York's direction while her lips curled. "I finish what you started, father," she murmured softly while nodding firmly to herself, "I will finally rid this world of the Night Fury species and see that all dragons will soon follow in extinction."
When Astrid had suggested starting a harem and being in an open relationship with anyone he deemed fitting, Hiccup would've called her mad, however, he was beginning to see the appeal of having so many women by his side. One of the main benefits he was enjoying was waking up to the feeling of warm, supple flesh around him. After lifting himself up from bed, Hiccup smiled at the sight of all his current women spooning against each other or clinging to his torso, the temptation to begin a morning orgy was very appealing, but there were things to do, unfortunately, the first thing to do was relieve his bladder.
After answering the call of nature and washing his hands, Hiccup approached the nearest window and looked outside to find dozens of Viking guards still patrolling the streets, manning the walls, and on the backs of their dragons as they were returning from their scouting assignments. Dawn's light was just now peaking up from the horizon, the sun's rays warmed Hiccup's skin, causing him to close his eyes and inhale the cool, crisp English air.
"Now that's a powerful sight. A king contemplating the future for those under his reign."
Turning around, Hiccup laid eyes on Astrid, who was stark naked just like the rest of his Fair Queens and had managed to detangle herself from the handful of other naked, soundly sleeping women in Hiccup's bed. Smiling at his wife, he extended a hand out for her, which she gladly took, he then pulled her back flush against his naked front, causing them both to sigh happily at the warmth of their naked flesh melding together like pieces to a puzzle.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby," Astrid replied with a grin while soaking in the morning sunlight. Looking down at her swollen stomach, the Queen of Vikings continued. "Speaking of babies, I can't wait to see what the gods have in store for this future Viking."
Placing a hand on her pregnant belly, Hiccup buried his face in Astrid's sleep-tousled hair and hummed in agreement. "Whether it's a boy or a girl, I'll cherish them with all my heart," he promised her softly, causing Astrid to close her eyes and smile. Her husband's attitude and mindset on future heirs was another wonderful quality she adored, it made her relaxed and less stressed about whether their baby would be a boy or a girl.
The sudden sound of horns blowing cuts the intimate moment short, telling the rulers of the Viking people that the day was about to begin. Looking over his shoulder, he could hear the groans of his other women.
"No, it's too early to get up," Anna groaned in annoyance.
Camicazi wrapped the long, thick fur blanket tightly around her body and grunted in agreement with Anna. "Five more minutes, please," she burrowed herself into the furs beneath her while also clinging to any female flesh beside her to absorb their warmth.
Laughing lightly at the sight, Hiccup and Astrid then rested their heads against each other, savoring what little time they had left before needing to be up and about. "Hey, uh, sorry I wasn't able to join you, Alvin, and our other warlords to formulate a proper plan last night," he then gestured to the Bog heir with his head, "Cami pulled me aside to help... relax me."
"Don't worry about it, babe," she tells him in a husky whisper. Before Hiccup could react, she then twists her head around to press her lips to his. Hiccup gasps in surprise but kisses her passionately, his wife moaning against his lips as he starts to eagerly squeeze her breasts. Breaking away from his lips while he nuzzles and kissed her face, Astrid bit her bottom lip while mewling softly. "Gods, I love you, Hiccup." When she kisses him again, he eagerly slips his tongue between her lips, delving deeply into their kiss. His whole body trembles at her words, he still found it hard to believe that Astrid is his wife, the very same Astrid who once wanted nothing to do with him and wanted to beat him to a pulp for beating her in Dragon Training all those years ago.
Oh, if Hiccup could reverse the sun and meet his younger self, he would assure him that the gods had much in store for him and that he would face loss, hardship, and love.
The king rubbed and squeezed his wife's breasts with a gentle yet firm grasp, reveling at how they felt in his palms. Breaking their kiss, Hiccup tugged lightly at her earlobe and murmured hotly into her cheek. "I love you too, Astrid, gods, you're amazing," moaning at his words, the Queen of Vikings leaned further back against her husband, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his hands upon her breast and his lips against hers, she takes a deep breath when she feels his cock press against the curves of her backside.
"You know, we have time to hump before the day starts," Astrid purred while looking over her shoulder and pleased to see Hiccup's eagerness in his eyes.
Chuckling against her temple, Hiccup groaned. "Who am I to deny a goddess and her needs?" Smiling widely at her husband, Astrid then gasps sharply as Hiccup starts frotting his cock along her lower lips, a means of getting her wetter so that she can take him with greater ease. "So wet already, someone's eager, hmm?"
"Y-You have... no idea," Astrid then gasped while Hiccup cupped her throat while slowly inserting himself inside her. No matter how many times the two of them have had sex, Astrid would never tire of the feeling of Hiccup's cock filling her. "A-AHH-Amazing," she mewls out as Hiccup's hand around her throat digs softly into her skin while his other hand is resting along one of her hips while he begins to set a firm, steady pace of thrusting.
Their lovemaking had not gone unnoticed, as the other women began to wake up, they watched Hiccup and Astrid biting their lower lips and with bated breath, watching the King and Queen of Vikings making love was like watching art being created, it was exquisite.
As Hiccup's pace increased, he noticed how Heather, Elsa, Fiona, Eivor, and Randvi watched while either touching each other or themselves. Smirking, the king leaned in and murmured against his wife's ear. "Looks like we've drawn quite a crowd, Milady,"
Noticing her companions and friends watching them, Astrid smirked and looked over her shoulder at Hiccup. "So it seems," she then purred, "let's give them a good show."
Grinning at his wife's words, Hiccup placed his left hand on her shoulder and his right at her hip he bent her body slightly to give himself better access before lining himself up once again and then thrusting inside her, burying himself to the hilt. Astrid let out a cry in ecstasy as she braced her arms against the wall. Hiccup set a fervid pace as his pelvis smacked against her backside over and over. The sound of their bodies echoed throughout the room as Astrid's cries rose in intensity. While continuing to hump her fiercely, he removed the hand on her hip and slid down to rub her clit, stoking the blazing inferno of pleasure that was threatening to consume Astrid entirely. Releasing a choked cry, the Queen of Vikings reached her climax, her juices soaking Hiccup's cock and running down her legs. Hissing sharply at the feeling of her sex clenching around his cock, Hiccup thrust inside his wife once more before burying himself to the hilt and reaching a powerful climax with a growl that made Astrid shiver. The king dared not pull out of his wife until he had planted every last drop of his seed inside her, once he had nothing more to give, he slowly pulled out of his wife, causing her to whine softly at the feeling of emptiness.
"Well, that was a pleasant sight to wake up to," Fiona said with a smile. Her words caused the women who were up to hum in agreement. Before any of the other women could pounce on Hiccup, however, a series of knocks on the door caused everyone to quiet down.
"King Hiccup?"
Reluctantly pulling away from his wife, he then placed his sleep pants on before cracking the door open and laid eyes on Tola Koridottir, the leader of his Kingsguard, second to Snotlout, of course.
"Morning, Tola," Hiccup said before cocking his head. "What can I do for you?"
She gestured downstairs of York's castle. "It's Viggo Grimborn, he wishes to have words with you," she then added, "he and his boy, Robin, claims to have found a way of securing a swift, precise victory over our enemies here in England."
"Tell them I'll be down shortly,"
Nodding, Tolad made her way downstairs while Hiccup closed the door before approaching the water basin and quickly wash away the stench of sex and sweat that clung to his body.
"What was that all about, Hiccup?"
Turning to his wife, he replied. "It's Viggo, he claims he's found a way for us to achieve a swift victory here in England," as he washed, he then snorted. "This ought to be good."
"Just... be careful, Hiccup," Heather said. "Take whatever Viggo says with a grain of salt."
Nodding in agreement, the King of Vikings approached each woman and kissed them farewell for now while getting dressed for the day. After throwing on his fur cloak, Hiccup made his way downstairs, finding Viggo pacing back and forth while Robin and Alina were having their morning meal and going over maps and charts together.
Spotting the King of Vikings, the former Dragon Hunter stopped his pacing and bowed his head in greetings. "Hiccup, I trust that you slept well?"
"You can dispense with the pleasantries, Viggo," Hiccup said with a dismissive wave of his hand as he approached the table Robin and Alina were seated. "What do you have to show me?"
After taking the last bite of his food, Robin held up his map and spoke up. "King Hiccup, from what we've heard from your scouts, the Zealots, and their Saxon allies are advancing on York every day. Why not remain in one spot where they could use the lay of the land to their advantage? There's something we're not seeing, maybe they've sent an advanced party ahead in an attempt to personally lure you out of these walls—"
"Even if that were true, I won't be baited by such a ploy, not when we outnumber our enemies," Hiccup then narrowed his eyes at Robin's map. "If we were to strike first, however, or march to a place of our choosing, our enemies would be forced to engage us there. Where do you suggest we go?"
"Edington," Robin pointed to his map, showing the place to Hiccup as he drew near. "I'm intimately familiar with it, King Hiccup. My father took me there when I was a boy, he told me how it's the perfect place to do battle."
Alina washed the food in her mouth after taking a drink of water before speaking up. "We were hoping to take you out to Edington so that you can determine whether or not we should fight there," she then continued, "I know my father and the Grimborn Tribe have inflicted grievous injuries on your people and allies in the past, King Hiccup, but believe me, our intentions to make things right are pure."
Considering the younger Grimborn's words, Hiccup looked at Viggo, who crossed his arms behind his back before speaking. "My people and I have nothing to gain by betraying you, Hiccup, if were so foolish as to consider the prospect, we might as well kill ourselves, because your people would do far worse to us," he then smiled lightly. "Please, believe my daughter, our intentions are indeed pure. We wish to prove our worth to you and to your people, let this be the start of it."
Before Hiccup could reply, however, the doors to York castle burst open, revealing Thormod. "Apologies for the interruption, King Hiccup," he said before turning to his men who were helping several of his auxiliary riders. "Your young riders returned here with all haste, and they have an urgent message for you."
As the king approached the young riders, he noticed one rider and his dragon were missing. "Where's Gustav and Fanghook?" The riders shared grim, worried looks before looking back at Hiccup and telling him everything that transpired.
"I don't like this, Hiccup, not one bit,"
As the King of Vikings was packing supplies in his saddle bag, he then began fastening the saddle on the back of his Night Fury before looking over his shoulder. "Whether we like it or not, we need to rescue Gustav and Fanghook," once the saddle was secured around Toothless, Hiccup made his way to the city square, however, Astrid and his Fair Queens were right on his tail.
"We don't know how many more of these barbarians are out there," Elsa said with concern in her tone. "If we were to lose you, it would be a fatal blow to our people—"
"But you won't lose me, Elsa, I promise you all," Hiccup looked at each of his women before continuing. "Besides, the A-team and I won't be going alone."
"Who else are you taking with you?" Fiona inquired.
Turning to Fiona, the king gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm taking the Ruffnut, Fishlegs, Snotlout, Miden, Tuffnut, Thorhild, and Eret,"
Atali cocked her head in question. "What do you want us to do in the meantime?"
"Work with Thormod and ensure York is locked down; nobody goes in and nobody goes out until we return. Understand? If there really is a barbaric army out there, I don't want them to catch you all off guard, be ready for anything," Hiccup was well aware that his women knew that they could handle themselves, but he was touched to see their concern for him in their eyes. "I promise you all, I won't do anything reckless. But if we don't make it back by nightfall, read our trackers to pick up our scents and then mobilize our armies to crush those who kept us from getting back to you."
Nodding, Astrid grabbed one of his hands and squeezed firmly. "Consider it done, babe," she then pecked his lips and added, "please, be safe, for all our sakes." She gestured not only to the women by her side but to the Vikings and dragons under his reign.
"I will," he promised before giving each woman a kiss. "Go on, all of you. I'll be back soon, count on it."
Anna gave him a firm look while adding just as firmly. "And we'll all hold you to it," her words caused the woman to laugh lightly.
"Alright alright, get going already," Camicazi said with a smirk before adding. "Make Gustav's kidnappers know what happens when you mess with Vikings."
Smirking, Hiccup nodded before meeting up with the A-Team who were readying their dragons and the rest of his companions: Snotlout, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, and Eret who were occupied with tending to their hearts, courtesy of women in their lives. Despite the current circumstances, Hiccup couldn't help but be happy that his friends had found partners; especially since they're quite a handful, as he's learned over the years he's known them.
Snotlout, who was getting coy with Minden laid eyes on Hiccup and Toothless approaching. "Cousin, I know it's useless for me to ask—"
"Then don't ask," Fishlegs said with a roll of his eyes while packing rocks for Meatlug to snack on. Ruffnut, who was sharpening her spear laughed in agreement at her intended husband's words.
"—but why do we need to rescue Gustav, again?"
Sighing, Hiccup then smiled at his cousin. "You know why, Snotlout, and you were right, it was useless of you to ask a question you already knew the answer to," he then turned to Tuffnut and Thorhild, the Bog Burglar he saw him with the night he had sex with both Ruffnut and Atali. The two of them were making out, tuning everyone else out for the time being, Hiccup, however, grabbed their attention when he cleared his throat loudly.
Breaking his kiss with Thorhild with a heavy sigh, Tuffnut turned to Hiccup and shrugged. "What? Can't a man enjoy kissing his woman?" Pulling the Bog into his side, Tuffnut kissed her temple and murmured against her hair. "You're a great kisser, by the way."
"Likewise," she smirked while pecking his lips.
"Tuffnut, I'm very happy you found a woman who favors your... unique personality and wonderful personality, truly," Hiccup said genuinely before speaking in a firm tone, "however, now is not the time to be distracted, we need to rescue Gustav and Fanghook from those who attacked the A-Team."
Eret was occupied with a beautiful light-skinned indigenous woman from Scandinavia, with brown eyes and dark brown hair was done in a heart half-up braid. She was no warrior, however, that didn't mean she wasn't able to protect herself, those among her people who were fighters had trained their people to defend themselves, but they preferred peace rather than violence. Supposedly Melody's people, the Northuldra, resided in a place called the Enchanted Forest, within the boundaries of the Kingdom of Arendelle for many years, long before Vikings settled there. These indigenous people made peace with the Vikings when Elsa and Anna's father, Agnarr was king, and they've been close allies with the Arendelle Vikings ever since. Northuldra's leader was a woman named Yelena, and she took up a young girl named Melody as her daughter. Melody's name was obvious because she loved singing and her voice was angelic, to Eret, it reminded him of a siren's enchanting voice, one that threatened to lure him off course.
Hiccup turned to the former Dragon Trapper and Melody having a moment, speaking in hushed whispers before sharing a kiss. After sharing farewells for the time being as well as one more kiss, Eret smiled as Melody joined a handful of her fellow Northuldra friends before looking in Hiccup's direction. "I apologize for being distracted, Chief—"
"No no, having a woman tending to your heart is important, believe me, I know," Hiccup looked in the direction Melody and her friends were walking before nodding to himself and then looking back at Eret. "She's a fine woman. You'll have time to be with her once we get back. I promise," the king then turned to his A-Team. "Now then, take us to where you and Gustav were attacked."
"Here! This is it, King Hiccup!"
Turning to Äila Wîegs, the king nodded and steered Toothless down to the ground. As he slid off of his dragon's back, Hiccup inspected the tracks imprinted on the ground, the King of Dragons sniffed for any trace of Gustav and Fanghook.
Eyjolf Yngvarsson steered his Devilish Dervish, Ghast, beside Äila and her Razorwhip, Slash. "Our attackers came out of nowhere, my king, they were half naked and covered in paint or ash, we couldn't understand their language, but judging by their accents, they sounded like Brits," he then shrugged. "At least... that's what they sounded like to me."
Fishlegs raked his mind for anything of worth before he spoke up. "If what you're saying is true, Eyjolf, the people that attacked you are Picts,"
"Eh? Picts?" Eret tilted his head in confusion.
Turning to the handsome Sami, Fishlegs clarified. "The Picts are a tribal confederation of Celtic people in the Britain Isles, which comprises England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland. Not much else is known about these people, but I've heard they prefer guerrilla warfare, they had fought the Romans of ancient times using that form of fighting, and it seems they used it against our A-Team."
Blowing a raspberry, Snotlout shook his head. "Why are we even discussing this? Gustav and Fanghook need us, ergo, let's stop jawing and go look for these... Picts,"
"We need to know where they are first, Snotlout," Miden stated while patting his side before sliding off of Hookfang. She then looked at Åse Bodvardottir who was still perched on her Thunderclaw, Grunt. "Do you know where these Picts took Gustav and Fanghook?"
"No, there were too many of them, we had no choice but to flee," Åse sighed before gesturing to Raudebjorn Beigrøs, son of Olaf and Grünhild. "He wanted to go back and rescue Gustav, but Larson made the call to leave him and Fanghook so the rest of us could get help."
"He made the right call, despite his childish antics in the past, Gustav is valuable to the A-Team, he's becoming a man, and I would see him returned to his mother safely. Him and Fanghook," turning to Toothless, he noticed the Night Fury honing in on a scent before looking over in his direction and urging him to follow. "Alright, it looks like Toothless has Gustav's scent. Let's move."
As time passed, and the Vikings and their dragons moved deeper into the English forest, Hiccup had an unsettling feeling in his gut that told him they were being watched. That feeling of unsettledness increased when they saw skeletal remains of animals and humans alike, most likely performed for sacrificial rituals not to mention eerie whispers began to fill the air, causing everyone to ready their weapons and their dragon's maws glowed, ready to fire at anyone foolish enough to attack them or their riders.
"Okay, it's official, these woods give me the creeps," Ruffnut said through gritted teeth while perched on Barf's back, she then turned to Tuffnut and Thorhild who were both on Belch's back, both of them had shields raised, and weapons in hand, ready for anything. "Hey, are you afraid, brother? You like you're about to soil yourself!" Ruffnut said in an effort to lighten the mood.
Glaring at his other half, Tuffnut scoffed. "I have never soiled myself, dearest sister, never! I, Tuffnut LaVerne Thorston am not afraid of the creepy whispers or the equally creepy remains of animals and humans alike, oh, I hope none of the bones are chicken bones," as the whispers grew louder, Tuffnut bore his teeth and growled. "This is driving me crazy, just show yourselves already!" He then released the exact same cry he did on the night he discovered the Night Terror dragons. "RAKAY-YA-NA-NA-NA-NA-OHHHH!" As Tuffnut's cry echoed throughout the forest, the whispers came to an abrupt stop. "HA! Take that creepy whispers! You are no match for the primal battle cry of Tuffnut—"
A dart suddenly came out of nowhere and struck the male twin in the neck causing him to hiss in pain, he then pulled the projectile out of his neck and inspected it. "Eh, what is this? I feel... sleepy," Tuffnut suddenly fell off of Belch, landing face-first into the ground.
"Tuffnut!" Thorhild was about to fetch him, but another dart struck her in the back of her neck, knocking her out as well.
"AMBUSH!"
Half-naked men and women soon rushed out of the woods and advanced on the Vikings. Spooked by their abrupt entrance, the dragons began cutting down advancing Picts one by one, the young group of Vikings too fought off their attackers if they were able to rush past their dragon's onslaught. Unfortunately, their numbers were too much, and eventually, the Vikings and their dragons were overwhelmed.
Now circled in a ring of spears, Hiccup barked out. "You've kidnapped one of my people, take us to him, now!"
Instead of replying to the king, the Picts nodded at their companions who wielded blowdarts, suddenly, all the Vikings and their dragons were struck with the sleep darts and were soon rendered unconscious. As darkness consumed Hiccup's vision, he heard a deep, male voice commanding their attackers before he fell back unconscious along with the rest of his companions.
"Take them to the arena,"
As Hiccup began to regain consciousness, he slowly sat up and was greeted by the sight of Toothless looming over him with a worried look before ultimately giving his signature gummy smile and licking him. Laughing at his dragon's affection, he murmured sentimental words against his dragon's head before standing up and finding that his friends and their dragons were all awake.
"Welcome back, Chief," Eret said with a smile before gesturing around them. "It seems our captors have taken us to an arena of some kind."
Suddenly, two hulking Picts with spears in hand opened the holding pen the Vikings were in before urging several more of their fellow Picts to get the Vikings out of the pen. Naturally, the dragons sought to defend their riders, but each Viking urged their dragons to do nothing, or else their captors would kill them or worse. Understanding their rider's request, the dragons ceased hostility and watched as the Picts dragged the Vikings out of the pen they were being kept in and then tossed into a large arena along with dozens of other captives, dozens of Picts were gathered to witness the carnage that was about to ensue, and it only made the situation more stressful.
"Uh, is anyone else getting a sense of déjà vu?" Fishlegs said in an uneasy tone.
"Yeah, this reminds me of the time my fellow Bog Burglars had to do Dragon Training," Thorhild said before shaking her head. "I refuse to kill any dragons!"
"We're not going to," Hiccup reassured her before gesturing to the piles of bones littered throughout the arena. "I don't see any dragon bones, only human."
"Great, that makes me feel so much better," Snotlout replied in a sassy manner.
Minden eyed the other pens and gasped softly before approaching Hiccup and pointing to a pen on the far left side of the arena. "Gustav and Fanghook, there!"
"Good eye, Minden," Hiccup then pointed to where the leader of the A-Team was being held. "Alright, everyone, we're going to need to free Gustav and Fanghook and then free our dragons next before getting out of here."
Drums could be heard and upon looking to the pulpit, there were dozens of naked women covered in war paint while a large, stout, ugly man sat upon the throne and eyed the captives in the bowels of the arena with a ravenous hunger that made everyone uneasy.
"Uh, I have a feeling things are about to get... nutty," Ruffnut said while looking at her brother.
Snorting in agreement, Tuffnut looked at his sister. "I share your feelings, sister," he then turned to Hiccup. "What's the plan, Hiccy?"
"SILENCE!"
All eyes looked to the stout Pict seated on his throne before he grinned at the captives. "Good day, my little bees and welcome to my most special of events. We have a wonderful treat as you get to witness the babblings fools in the bowels of my arena behold their fates," laughing boisterously, before booming out. "Arise, Oengus, my champion! Give us the entertainment we so desperately seek!" The Pict's cheers were deafening, as were their clamors for blood, the captives who stood as common English folk were petrified. Those who followed the King of Vikings, however, stood their ground and were prepared to face whatever menace awaited them. One of the arena gates opened, revealing a hulking Pict warrior with long strawberry blond hair, he wielded two swords and then roared loudly, causing the Picts spectating to cheer louder.
"He's big," Eret hummed to himself before shrugging. "I've seen bigger though."
"Same," Snotlout said while eyeing their opponent. A grin crept across his face before turning to both Eret and Fishlegs. "The three of us can take him down, easy. Once he's subdued, the twins should disarm him and then the rest of you get to work on freeing Gustav and all our dragons."
"That's... actually a good plan, Snotlout," Hiccup praised before agreeing with it. "Alright, we'll follow Snotlout's lead. Ready when you are."
As the Pict champion began to kill off the English captives who tried to climb out of the arena, Snotlout turned to Eret and Fishlegs. "Let's go!" The three men rushed their opponent, quickly closing the gap as the large Pict was busy killing another captive. Snotlout wrapped his arms around the Pict and then body-slammed him. "Quick, hold him down!" Eret and Fishlegs moved quickly to pin his arms down before he could swing his swords. As they fought with the Pict, Snotlout barked out at Ruffnut and Tuffnut. "Hey, muttonheads, care to help out? Disarm him!" The twins sprinted over to relieve their executioner of his swords before throwing one of the blades at Hiccup.
"Now's our chance! Ruff, Tuff, Miden, Thorhild, free Gustav and Fanghook!" As they rushed to their fellow Vikings holding pens, Hiccup turned to the A-Team. "The rest of you, with me!" Whilst the Vikings moved swiftly, the young king could see the stout Pict abruptly stand from his throne with gritted teeth.
"Stop them, you fools! STOP THEM!"
Just when Hiccup used the sword to cut the ropes holding the cell pen closed, Toothless swatted an incoming sleep dart with his tail and fired a plasma blast in the direction the dart came from. Roaring at the other dragons, Toothless commanded them to deal with the Picts attacking them and their riders. Barf and Belch quickly made their way over to the twins to protect them from two separate spears that were hurled in their direction. The Zippleback made it just in time, each head snatched the spears with their mouths, snapping them in half, and then flying in a circle around the arena, letting gas loose and then igniting, sending Picts flying in all directions while being burned alive.
"Yes! That's what happens when you mess with the Nuts and their dragon!" Ruffnut declared with a grin before turning to her brother and the two knocked their heads together before opening the cage that held Gustav and Fanghook.
Miden and Thorhild helped the young Larson onto his feet. "Hey, little man," the Bog said while ruffling his hair. "You doing alright?"
"I am now," he said. "Thanks for the rescue," Fanghook growled in agreement with his rider before using a wing to swat away a bola and then breathed a torrent of fire in their attacker's direction before letting out a series of urgent roars. "You're right, Fanghook, I think we've overstayed our welcome," as Gustav climbed on the back of his dragon, he then barked out at Hiccup. "We need to get out of here!"
"I know!" Quickly looking for a way out, Hiccup noted how the arena was made entirely of wood, as was the domed roof. He then turned to the A-Team. "You guys get to work on tearing the dome apart, we'll keep these guys at bay for as long as we can!" Nodding, the A-Team looked to Gustav to lead them who then urged Fanghook to burn the wooden bars that held the dome above them in place.
"No! NO!" The Pict leader screeched while summoning his women to bring him a basin full of amber liquid. "You wish to flee my arena, do you? Well then, let's see how you can handle this!" Slamming his hand into the basin, the ground in the arena began to tremble and split open before a monster the shape of a hand suddenly burst from the ground, the fingers bore serpent-like heads and their maws opened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, one of the heads then spat acid where Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Eret were.
"Whoa! Heads up, lads!" Eret cried out as he evaded the acid as the Pict champion was showered with acid, burning him alive.
Screaming in horror, Fishlegs stammered out. "W-What is that thing?"
"Who cares, just run, Fishface!" Snotlout cried out as he pushed Fishlegs away from another blast of acid that burned the ground beneath them.
Laughing menacingly at the fear his captives were displaying, the Pict leader licked his lips before looking in Hiccup's direction. "Ah! You must be the leader of this band of filth," he then chuckled darkly. "My pets will want to feast on your flesh, and I will happily oblige them!" He then controlled his puppet monster to attack Hiccup, however, the King of Vikings smirked as he reached for Inferno, their captors seemed to have forgotten to relieve him of his flaming sword, or perhaps they thought it was something else entirely. Regardless, Hiccup evaded one of the monsters before quickly turning around and hacking off one of the hydra's heads with Inferno. The beast retracted itself while roaring in agony, looking to the pulpit, Hiccup could see the Pict leader retract his hand from the cauldron and cradle his now bleeding hand which was now missing one of his fingers.
"What the Thor?" Hiccup murmured to himself before understanding and looked up at Gustav and the A-Team. "Guys, how's it looking up there?"
Looking down at the king, Gustav barked out. "We need more time!" He then gestured to the monster beneath them. "Can you guys hold out for a little longer?"
"Do we have a choice?" Hiccup remarked before turning to his companions. "Everyone, grab your weapons, it's time to get hacking!" As the Vikings armed themselves, the king looked over his shoulder and barked out. "Go!" They then scattered throughout the arena while evading the snapping jaws of the now four-headed monster.
Eret evaded another blast of the creature's acid and then proceeded to hack one of its heads off. Fishlegs was able to evade one of the heads, but another one snapped at his feet, causing him to neatly fall on one of the spikes protruding from the ground. His fall caused the head that would wrap its jaws around him to instead be impaled by the pike, Fishlegs seized the opportunity to behead the beast. Minden steered through the air, thanks to the help of the baby Razorwhip attached to her back, with a sword in hand, she hacked off the thumb of the hand-like monster as it was about to reach Gustav and Fanghook.
Before the Pict leader could retract his hand from the basin, Snotlout used one of their executioner's swords and hurled it at the last remaining head, cutting it off. "HA! How'd that taste, huh? Snotlout! Snotlout! Oy! Oy! Oy!" Noticing the Pict leader remove his left hand which was bleeding heavily and now without digits, he bore his teeth in agony and rage as he was about to dunk his other hand in the basin.
However, a hooded figure who was among the captives retrieved a throwing knife from their boot and hurled it at the Pict leader's unscathed hand, of course, that was no longer the case as the knife embedded itself into the palm of his hand.
Glaring at the hooded stranger, stout Pict growled out. "Who is he that dares prevent me from feasting on my captives?"
The hooded figure lowered their hood, revealing a beautiful woman with fair skin, curly brown hair, and brown eyes.
"Whoa, that girl can give Camicazi a run for her money the way she throws knives, huh?" Tuffnut nudged Thorhild.
Turning to her man, Thorhild snorted softly. "It's too early to tell, we'll see," the Vikings were silent when the hooded woman finally spoke so that all could hear.
"Marteetee, I am Isabel of the Harshbarger Order and descendant of the Golden Order of Knights, when I was a child you enslaved my father and slaughtered him in this very arena. Today I avenge him by killing you."
Laughing, Marteetee began to speak in a taunting manner. "Well well, my tiny bee—"
A sword suddenly found itself right between Marteetee's eyes, silencing him, forever. Impressed by her precise throw, the Vikings turned to Isabel whose face twisted with pleasure as the life in Marteetee's eyes began to drain. The shocked, horrified gasps of the Picts soon turned into snarls of aggression towards the Vikings.
It was time to go.
"We're home free!" Gustav laughed once the arena dome came crashing down. Looking down, he then barked out. "Let's go!"
Hiccup summoned Toothless to his side, but not before grabbing the arm of the woman who had killed their captor, instead of resisting him, however, the beautiful woman climbed on Toothless' back and wrapped her arms around Hiccup's middle as he then barked out to his companions. "Let's go!" As they took to the air, Hiccup smirked at the twins. "Hey Ruff, Tuff, would you kindly show our kidnappers what happens when you mess with Vikings."
"Oh, it would be our pleasure," Tuffnut grinned as he turned to Ruffnut who already urged Barf to spew a large cloud of gas around the entire arena. As soon everyone was high enough to avoid sleep darts, arrows, or bolas, Tuffnut patted Belch. "To Hel with them all, Belch!" Once the gas was ignited, a massive explosion consumed the entire arena and all the Picts gathered in fire, leaving nothing behind but ash and smoke.
They all made their back to York with haste, leaving behind the smoldering remains of the tribe of Picts in their backyard.
While flying back, Hiccup turned around to look Isabel in eyes and introduce himself. "So, that man killed your father in that arena, did he?"
"He did, and thanks to you all, I have avenged my father, as well as my brothers of the Golden Knights, an order sworn to kill a powerful warlock by the name of Leezar, who sought to fulfill a prophesy where Leezar would to hump a virgin woman and plant his seed within her under the eclipse of two moons—"
"Wait, since when have there been two moons?" Tuffnut asked out loud before turning to his sister. "Have you ever seen a second moon?"
"Nope, never!" Ruffnut eyed Isabel before asking in a low tone. "What kind of sorcery is that and why did he want to hump a virgin woman under this eclipse?"
Sighing, Hiccup turned to the twins. "If you let her finish, she would probably tell you how such a thing is possible," looking back at Isabel, he shook his head. "Never mind them, continue."
"To answer your twins' question, the supposed second moon is unnatural, possibly due to Leezar's sorcery," she then continued, "however, the reason he wanted to hump the virgin woman was so that she would spawn a dragon of untold power." The Vikings exclaimed in disgust.
"Odin's beard! That's disgusting!" Fishlegs shook his head in disgust.
Grunting in agreement with the Grockle riding Ingerman, Snotlout then turned to Minden. "We've all had our fair share of weirdness and disgusting times, but never have I ever heard of someone wanting to have sex so that the woman they were humping would give birth to a dragon!"
"Gods, how vile is that?" Ruffnut turned to her brother who placed his hands over his ears while blabbering out how disgusting that is.
"Oh, Thor!" Gustav felt his stomach churn in disgust and he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, in an effort to keep the bile climbing up his throat inside his mouth.
Thorhild, who was seated behind Tuffnut cringed before looking at Isabel with curiosity. "And how exactly did you prevent this... perversion from happening?"
"I slew him with an enchanted blade made out of a Bubblehorn dragon's horn," Isabel was enveloped in pride, recalling how the fiend who slew the rest of her family perished by her hand.
Fishlegs, whose nausea had subsided, suddenly flew closer and gave Isabel a curious look. "If Leezar was as powerful as you make him out to be, how did you slay him alone?"
"I didn't, I had help from three powerful sorceresses who have now gone their separate ways. With their assistance, I ended that vile man and his mothers who too were powerful sorceresses," Isabel then looked at Hiccup. "With your assistance in ending Marteetee, it would seem I'm in your debt... my apologies, what is your name?"
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of Vikings," he said in greetings. "We're all on our way back to York where the rest of our people and dragons reside for the time being. Perhaps you could join us for food and ale before having a word in private."
"And by that, he means he's going to hump her," Tuffnut whispered to Ruffnut and Thorhild, both women grinned while stifling their laughter.
Smiling at Hiccup's words, Isabel nodded. "Very well, let us go to York," nodding, the King of Vikings and his companions flew with haste as they were eager to feast and tell what had transpired in the Great Hall.
Isabel had heard of Vikings before, but she never got to interact or compete with them, and now it was an experience she would never forget; while feasting with Hiccup's people, she competed in arm wrestling contests with Snotlout who said he'd "take it easy" on her, and she nearly ripped his arm off, much to the Viking's amusement. She then had a drinking contest with the Viking warrior Eivor Varinsdottir, who was part of Hiccup's harem, much to Isabel's surprise and curiosity. While feasting, she inquired why the Viking king had a harem when he already had a gorgeous wife and a beautiful daughter, her curiosity was slaked when Fishlegs explained that Hiccup is facing threats from a Viking prince named Harald Haraldson of the Fairhair dynasty, and as a precaution to keep the Haddock bloodline in tact, Hiccup is bedding women of royal blood so that no one could question the future heir's legitimacy.
It was now late evening, and after having her fill of feasting, drinking, and socializing for the time being, Isabel was led to a place where she could bathe by Thormod's men. Once York's Vikings left her so that she could be in private, Isabel began to strip out of her clothes and placed weapons by a water bank where she would bathe. Despite the pleasure of completing a laborious quest, slaying her enemies, and constantly on the move in search of another quest, Isabel was glad for this brief moment of respite. The hardened woman was so busy bathing and savoring her alone time that she failed to notice someone watching her.
That person was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.
She's leaning back against the river's edge on one elbow, letting the evening sun peek through the trees and shine on her fair skin. She's glowing, glistening even, from the water, of course. Isabel soon put her curly hair up in a messy bun, allowing Hiccup to see her neck and collarbone.
"Why am I staring? I shouldn't be spying on her like a pervert! Stop it, Hiccup!" The king scolded himself. But he couldn't help himself, Isabel was beautiful, even more so naked and bathed in the evening sunlight.
Despite being an alpha male, a king, and fabulous with the ladies in his life, Hiccup was still a clumsy clutz at times, as he began to back away, he stepped down on a twig that grabbed Isabel's attention.
"Who's there?" Reaching for her bow and drawing an arrow out of her quiver, she nocked the arrow and took aim. "Whoever is out there, show yourself right now, or else I'll hunt you down like a wild animal!"
"Oh, gods," Hiccup groaned to himself, he then showed himself. "M-My apologies, Isabel, I didn't mean to intrude, I was looking for you in York, Thormod's men told me you'd be out here bathing."
Keeping her bow raised, Isabel narrowed her eyes at the king. "Spying on a woman bathing seems beneath you, does it not, King Hiccup?"
Blushing in embarrassment, Hiccup nodded. "You're right, it's not like me to do this, I just... wanted to have word with you before you could take your bath," the tension was suffocating, and Hiccup rubbed the back of his head and sighed heavily. "Again, I apologize, I'll just wait until you finish up here." As Hiccup turned around to leave the woman alone, Isabel suddenly lowered her bow.
"Wait a moment"
Stopping in his tracks, Hiccup's blush intensified when Isabel emerged out of the water and approached him, stark naked. Once she was within arm's reach of him, she placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "What do you wish to talk about, King Hiccup?"
"U-Uh, do you... want to get dressed?"
Pursing her lips for a moment, Isabel shook her head, smirking playfully. "I like watching you squirm, I'd say this is fair punishment for spying on a bathing woman," she then repeated herself. "What do you wish to talk about, King Hiccup?"
Clearing his throat, he spoke up. "I... actually wanted to applaud your skills as a fighter and capable woman. The way you handled some of the toughest Vikings in the Great Hall was most impressive," he then shrugged. "Perhaps you might consider joining me and my forces so that you can help train our young women how to defend themselves and how to fight should the need arise?"
"Is that all you would have of me?" She spoke in a husky tone. Glancing down at his groin, she bit her lower lip and playfully jabbed. "Oh, I don't believe that's all you would have me."
Cursing his cock, Hiccup blushed again and added. "A woman of your ferocity and prowess is not uncommon among Vikings, you would be welcomed and respected among my people should you wish to join us," he then got to the point. "And I would love to have a fierce woman like you join my harem, however, I see you favor traveling and going on constant adventures, which I respect. The choice to join me and my harem is entirely yours, should you accept, you will be in for the greatest adventure of your life as I lead my people to colonize a new world where we can begin anew and see what else this world has to offer. Should you refuse, you're free to choose your own path."
Smitten by Hiccup's words, Isabel considered the king's offer and recalled how Vikings loved to raid, explore, and seek conquests to keep their prowess as warriors sharp. Not only that, but the fact that actual dragons were among these people was astonishing, the opportunity to train her own dragon and travel the world on the back of her own dragon was very appealing. As for becoming part of Hiccup's harem, Isabel did favor seeking constant adventure and quests, but she couldn't deny the young king's charms, the love his people have for him, the way he holds himself as a leader, and his fighting capabilities.
She had made up her mind.
"I am moved by your offer, King Hiccup, truly. Should I accept your offer, do I have your word that I am free to come and go as I please and to not be tethered to you or your kingdom when more pressing matters call to me?"
Showing her his arm ring, Hiccup's response was immediate and firm. "I swear on my sacred arm ring, that you can do whatever you like and that you're welcome among us for as long as you wish to be here," he then added further reassurance. "When a Viking swears upon his arm ring, his word must be kept, or else he forfeits his place in Valhalla. You have my word, Isabel of the Harshbarger Order."
Accepting his words, Isabel nodded. "Very well," she then gestured to his clothes. "Now, off they go. I wish to experience my first time having sex."
Before he could strip, however, Hiccup tilted his head in surprise. "You've never had sex before?"
"No," she approached a satchel she had on her and pulled out a strange metallic object that looked like undergarments. "This is why I've never had sex before."
"What in Thor's name is that?"
"It's a chastity belt, put upon me by an evil witch, long ago. I had spent many months tracking her down prior to encountering you and the men who took my family from me," she then tossed the belt aside and shrugged. "That belt prevented me from ever being with any man and experiencing good sex."
Nodding in understanding, Hiccup then smiled. "Well, now that you're free from that witch's chastity belt, you can go and experience sex, whether with a man or woman,"
Biting her lower lip in anticipation, Isabel too cocked her head as her curiosity got the best of her. "Forgive me if I overstep my bounds, King Hiccup, but tell me, how many women do you have in your harem, exactly?"
Smirking, Hiccup satisfied her curiosity. "My harem is still in its infancy," he eyed the beautiful warrior before him, reaching up to tenderly caress her cheek, smiling to himself when she gasped lightly at his touch. "Would you care to see it grow?"
"Hmm, perhaps," Isabel then grabbed the collar of his armor and pulled him close. "But first, show me what you're capable of as a lover, and I might be persuaded to join your Viking kingdom and your harem."
"As you wish."
Cupping each other's faces, both Hiccup and Isabel came in for a deep, passionate kiss, one that was driven by lust and desire for each other. With each passing moment, Isabel grew annoyed by the leather armor that prevented her from taking in Hiccup's physic and so she began to unfasten his armor where she could with the king's assistance. Once Hiccup was naked as she was, Isabel noted the scars and tattoos along his lean, toned body.
"Very impressive, I always heard Vikings were mountains of muscle, but you look just fine," her eyes trailed down past his cock and noticed his left leg. "Oh, you lost your leg in battle?"
"A long time ago, yes, my dragon, Toothless and I slew a dragon that used its powers as an alpha to force the dragons of her nest to raid my people for three centuries, the Red Death," shrugging, Hiccup then palmed her untouched sex, causing Isabel to gasp sharply. "But that's a story for another time, for now, I believe it's time for you to experience the pleasurable experience of good sex."
Isabel watched with bated breath as Hiccup kneeled before her, threw her left leg over her shoulder, and dove right between her legs, causing her to cry out and clutch at his hair. Delving his tongue into her folds, Hiccup groaned as her arousal began to wet his tongue, to add further pleasure, he pressed his nose against her clit and rubbed against her, causing Isabel to nearly buckle and fall, but Hiccup held her firmly.
"O-OHHH! Gods, th-that... feels... a-aAHHH-amazing!"
Pleased with Isabel's praise, Hiccup doubled his efforts. Isabel lost her breath while Hiccup moved his tongue around in her insides. He traced his inner and outer lips and sucked on her clit, only adding to the pleasure Isabel was experiencing. Isabel bucked her hips against Hiccup, trying to force his tongue deeper inside her, smirking to himself at her eagerness for more, Hiccup obliged her and delved deeper and was unsurprised when she reached her first orgasm. Her juices soaked his tongue and face, causing him to groan in pleasure as he lapped up what she had to offer and then slowly set her down on the ground as she all but crumbled from such an explosive climax.
Laying on top of her, Hiccup glanced down between them with a gasp once Isabel grabbed his cock and gave the throbbing organ several strokes until he was at full mast. As he looked into her eyes, he panted. "I-Isabel... uh, do you still want to—?"
"Yes, Hiccup," she answered firmly. "I want this. I want you." Nodding, he soon positioned himself at her womanhood and slowly began to push himself inside her, inch by inch. "A-AH!" Murmuring an apology, Hiccup ceased his movements until Isabel had grown accustomed to his size. After a few minutes of silence, she then patted his side. "Y-You can move. Slowly." He then pulled back slowly and thrust back into her just as slowly, causing her to gasp at the feeling of him hitting the bundle of nerves within her. After repeating this same process, Isabel was ready for him to go faster. "H-Hiccup, you... can go faster now-AHHH!" He didn't need to be told twice as his thrust increased in speed and strength, knocking the air out of her lungs.
"You like that, Isabel? Having my cock inside you?" When she didn't respond, Hiccup place a hand around her throat, causing her to gasp in surprise. "I didn't hear you, Isabel. Do you like having my cock inside you?" His thrust continued to knock the air out of her lungs, and so she frantically nodded her head. "No, I want to hear you say it, go on." His hand around her throat and then moved down to grope one of her breasts, causing Isabel to throw her head back and cry out.
"Gods, yes! I love having your cock inside me, Hiccup Haddock!"
"Good girl," he smirked before grabbing both her legs and driving himself inside her at a rapid pace. "Now, lay there and take it!" His dominating tone caused goosebumps to break out along her skin, she knew she would need to assert her own dominance at some point, but for now, she submit to the whims of the King of Vikings.
Isabel's legs soon wrapped around Hiccup's waist as he began to bury himself to the hilt with each thrust, causing her to bury her face against the crook of his neck and muffle her cries of pleasure. Hiccup's hands took both of Isabel's, and their fingers interlocked as he pushed her hands flat against the ground over her head. Effectively pinning her, she was powerless to stop him as he lurched forward, kissing her suddenly and deeply, his tongue battering against her own and tasting her once more. Isabel squealed in delight, and her legs wrapped tighter around the Viking's waist, squeezing him tight and keeping him deep inside her entrance. With her hands pinned and her mouth occupied by their furious kiss, she could do little more than lay back and be claimed.
Gods, was he always this aggressive? Regardless, she was aroused by his prowess.
Because of their intense kiss, she couldn't tell him that she was drawing closer to climax. Isabel's heart threatened to burst out of her chest, she could feel the coils in her stomach tighten with each passing moment. Each of Hiccup's thrusts made the coils inside her grow tighter and tighter until they finally snapped.
Screaming loudly against his mouth, Isabel's body shook violently as she rode out the tidal wave of pleasure she had experienced. Hiccup wasn't far behind her, he thrust in her several more times before breaking their kiss and groaned loudly against her neck, and burst inside her, the sensation and warmth of his seed filling her caused Isabel to gasp loudly and lay against the grass in exhaustion, but in the best way possible.
"So, my dear Isabel, how was your first time having sex?" Hiccup inquired while running a hand through his hair.
After catching her breath, she smiled. "B-Better... than I could've ever imagined,"
"I'm glad to hear that," he then gave her an enticing grin. "Would you consider joining my harem and see what you've been missing out on?"
Smiling at the Viking king, Isabel ran a hand through her sweaty hair and shrugged. "Mmm, I suppose so, after all, you did help me avenge my father's death, and for that, I'm in your debt," she then ran a finger along Hiccup's chest until her hand splayed out along his abdomen, causing his cock to twitch. "I've encountered many men throughout my years of adventure, perilous journeys, and quests, but you alone gained my attention and interest, Hiccup Haddock III."
"I'm glad I've made quite the impression, my dear Isabel," he then pulled her closer, caressed her cheek, and murmured in a husky tone. "In the mean, may I interest you in another round?"
Smirking, Isabel pinched Hiccup's chin and murmured back. "You may, my dear Hiccup."
For the next few hours, Hiccup and Isabel were engaged in passionate and erotic sex, humping in quite possibly every position they could think of, and made sure that they had tasted and pleasured each other until they no longer could.
Hiccup knew Isabel would not only make an excellent addition to his harem but she would also be a valuable warrior in his army, she could help oversee the training of young Viking women who wished to become shield maidens, Valkyries, and markswomen. He knew Astrid and Heather would love spending time with her, he could picture the three of them sparring in his mind's eye.
As well as getting... hands on in bed.
Chuckling to himself, Hiccup still couldn't believe he had become such a charmer with women.
Beyond York's walls and in the forest, Savage and Euclio dismounted their horses while ordering their respective forces to rest and eat for the time being. Reaching for a telescope, the leader of The Deviants hummed to himself as he looked at York and the Viking sentries manning the city walls.
One of the Zealot soldiers approached from behind, handing Euclio a message with the seal of Prince Heahmund on it. After taking the message and reading it, the man hummed to himself. "According to this message from Heahmund, the Zealot Order and the Saxon kings and their armies should be arriving at the appointed place in two days' time," he then turned to Savage while continuing, "our window of opportunity slowly but surely grows smaller. We must lure Hiccup Haddock out of York's walls and lead him to where Prince Heahmund and England's kings will be laying in waiting for him."
Lowering his telescope, Savage smirked. "That won't be a problem," the leader of The Deviants whistled while summoning one of his men to join him and Euclio. The warrior summoned was Hauk Blood-Stained, Savage's right-hand man, and the Berserker who killed Dagur the Deranged whilst Scandinavia was going through plague and famine.
Hauk was a stout, yet menacing Berserker with dark brown hair done in a braided mohawk hairstyle while the sides of his head were shaven and bore tattoos, and his groomed beard bore two raven ribs that resembled the fangs of a wolf. His attire was that of the average Berserker warrior, except he wore short sleeve crimson tunic and was draped in a thick, white fur cloak that was soiled with blood, grime, and dirt. And for his weapons of choice, he wielded both a tomahawk and sword with deadly purpose, he even possessed throwing axes strapped around his waist. Although he was a fierce warrior, Hauk was once a shaman during the time of Oswald the Agreeable's reign, but after performing grotesque sacrifices on children, and the elderly; average Viking folk alike in the name of the gods, he was banished for murder and perverse practices, earning the title of "Blood-Stained," especially when they found him painting blood on his face from a ritualistic basin full of blood from a man who had supposed wronged him by sacrificing that fellow Berserker and his family to the god of revenge— Víðarr.
"Lord Savage," Hauk bowed his head in greetings, he gave Euclio a quick look over, huffing softly before looking back at his sworn lord. "What would you have of me?"
Gesturing to Euclio, Savage explained what he had been told by him. "We have two days before the Christians arrive at a place of their choosing and do battle with Hiccup's flock of sheep, we must lure the shepherd away from his flock and see him struck from this world," he then grinned maliciously. "Heather the Unhinged and Queen Mala are within the safety of those walls, but if we can goad them into foolish action, it would force Hiccup to come out as well..."
"...leading him into our clutches along with Dagur's wife and sister," Hauk too grinned, understanding his leader's plan. Nodding, he then licked his teeth in eagerness. "I will prepare a sacrifice to the gods and plead with them to fill me with fury and bloodlust." He then walked away to make the necessary preparations.
Euclio's lip curled in disgust and he turned to Savage with a roll of his eyes. "You heathens are no better than beasts; you act solely on base impulses and do whatever your passions tell you to do, don't you?"
Chuckling, Savage shrugged. "Whereas you Christians too pious for your own good," he then leaned in a wagged his eyebrows. "You and your men could give in to your darkest desires, you could quench your carnal thirst at any time of your choosing, and you can kill anyone who crosses you—"
"Spare me your prattle, heathen," Euclio scoffed loudly. "You and your followers may blatantly live a life of sin, licentiousness, and depravity, but my men and I live how God would have us live our lives. One day, we will be in paradise whereas you and your pack of wild dogs will burn in hell for all eternity, should you not repent of your heinous sins, and come to God."
Barking out a laugh, Savage shook his head. "It appears we're at an impasse, Christian, you know my people and I would never turn away from our gods and beliefs, just as I know you and your men will not turn away from your god and faith," as he walked away, his laughter increased. "Too bad you and your men will die as virgins, you won't know what it's like to spend your time with a woman before going into battle."
Spitting on the ground, Euclio murmured to himself. "Heathen filth," he then smirked to himself. "We'll see who'll have the last laugh when you and your men have served your purpose."
A/N: A big showdown and battle will take place in the next chapter, so I hope you guys are ready for that, before the chapter after the next one will take the story to Frankia and ultimately Paris where things are going to get gritty, dark, and smutty. As always, be sure to leave feedback if you have any suggestions for who else Hiccup should pair up with, and I'll catch you all in the next chapter!